| Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 193 |
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Date Posted: Sunday, March 13, 07:09:33pm
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Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 191 & forward" on Monday, March 07, 07:58:57pm
Dawn crept over the sea as the first rays of daylight filtered into Michael and Nikita’s bedroom. Michael slid silently from his side of the bed and padded into the bathroom. Nikita had remained awake most of the night, tormented with anger at herself for being so careless regarding the computer email access and at Michael for retreating into his silent shell. Their earlier discussion had turned into an argument, then Michael had become totally silent, eventually striding into the bedroom where he feigned sleep with his back to Nikita and body as far away as the bed would permit. Nikita had finally drifted off to sleep one hour earlier and now as Michael quickly showered and pulled on black jeans and a ribbed black sweater, he scooped up his socks and shoes and slipped out the door of the suite. Making his way to the kitchen, he prepared coffee and grabbed two croissants. As he waited for the coffee to filter into the bodum, he paced slowly through the kitchen.
She must learn our lives are in danger....why can she not see this! We been over this time and time again....maybe it would be best for her to return to her father....he could protect her....better than I can. Nikita...why can’t you see things the way I do...recognize the fact our lives will never be normal. You live in a dream world...wanting to be loved....drifting through each day, believing we are a normal couple....it never will be....we will always be hunted...and someday when we are not being vigilant...we will be killed.
Michael poured his coffee and placed the croissants on a plate; he stalked thought the hallway to the main computer systems room, pausing to access the security iris scan and punching in his code. He disappeared behind the heavy door as it clanged shut.
A few hours later, the sun streamed through the light curtains and fell across Nikita’s face. She stirred and reached over to Michael’s side of the bed. Slowly opening her eyes, her arm stretched further across the sheet, only to find emptiness. Sitting up, she stretched and glanced at the bedside clock: it was 9 am. Wandering into the bathroom, Nikita showered slowly, toweled off and rubbed her hair dry. She slipped on dark blue running tights, tank top and a light fleece pullover. As she flopped onto the edge of the bed to pull on socks and jogging shoes she thought to herself.
Okay Nik...you made a dumb mistake accessing the Hotmail account...maybe a stupid mistake confiding in Adrian....I admit it...but Michael, your silent treatment is driving me crazy. He must think he’s punishing me...scolding me like a child...surprised he even slept with me in the same bed! I’m not going to play this game any longer!
Nikita stormed from their room and darted out the main entrance; she dashed through the landscaped vegetation of the compound and made her way down to the beach where she did a few warm-up stretches and began running slowly down the beach. After ten minutes, she increased her pace; the faster she ran, the more her anger deepened.
Damn you Michael Samuelle! I hate you for doing this to me...why must I feel like this! Why do I want you...have this aching feeling for you....continually wanting you to make love to me....gawd, I feel like I’m in heat or something! It’s just sex for gawd sake! Why do I want to feel you inside me....taking me to places I’ve never been before....a place only you and I can go together!
Nikita increased her running pace even faster, pushing her body harder. The morning sea breeze strengthened to a head wind, and combined with the deep sand, made the run even more difficult. Nikita’s breathing became labored and sweat glistened on her face as she stopped and bent over to catch her breath. She turned and looked out to the sea and walked slowly to the water’s edge.
“I hate you Michael!” she shouted into the wind. “I hate you for what you’ve done to me! I’ve become a whimpering, sex obsessed, whining female! I don’t even know who I am anymore! Just a stupid bimbo waiting in your bed so I can satisfy your sexual need....and...well...mine.”
Nikita started laughing at her final words. “Hummmm...yes...my needs.” She flopped down into the sand, the wind whipping her hair about her face. “Well, I’m tired of the game Michael...if you want me...then prove it. We could leave here and return to Center and my father’s protection....continue looking for the Medusa Society there. We don’t need to remain in Portugal....Michael is enjoying the hunt and power he has found in Dalton’s world.”
She rose and began to slowly jog back towards the villa. While on the outskirts of the town of Faro, a navy Mercedes slowed a short distance from Adrian Maxwell’s cottage. The driver of the Mercedes lit a cigarette and handed the pack to a man in the passenger seat. They sat watching the cottage as Adrian opened her front door and stood surveying her garden.
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