THE MAN ON THEIR DOORSTEP

Reid hadn't stopped pouring more and more liquor into Charlotte glass while Charlotte hadn't ceased pouring it down her throat.



Her face had become extremely red, looking very drunk and her breath smelled strongly of alcohol.



Meanwhile, by this time, a bartender had come to pour Zac’s some red wine after Ried had told him his preference.



Zac picked up the wine glass from the table and leaned back into the single sofa. He swirled it around in his hand before putting the glass under his nose and smelling it lightly. It was fragrant and elegant without strong alcohol.



“I hate her for making my life so miserable and I hate the fact that people cannot see that we aren't even related,” Charlotte continued her words in a slurred tone, beating her chest vigorously.




From the look on Zac’s face, anyone could tell that this was his plan from the beginning. Getting her attached to Reid, setting up an engagement, and then getting her drunk to spill the beans.



“My own sister will not be having it all and then left me with nothing. In fact, I hate to see her happy. Imagine me snatching her boyfriend which I thought was the big fish but only for her to win over someone who is even better.



I can't forgive her for this, Reid. I will never forgive her,” Her words became more presumptuous, as she drunkenly wiped off the tears in her eyes.



Reid subconsciously shook his head, absolutely disappointed in Charlotte.



Like, why would someone hate her fellow human being for no actual reason?



From Charlotte spiteful words, he could comprehend how much of hatred she has toward Ava and for some reason, it pricked his stoned-heart and for the first time, he felt for Ava.



He couldn't imagine what Ava would have gone through at the hands of who she'd always believed was her own elder sister.




“Are you Ava’s real sister, yes or no?” Zac asked with a mix of impatience and fury.




“No, my parents are not Ava’s real parents!” Charlotte confessed, her anger solidifying her tone.




Zac wasn't surprised a bit and only continued to stare at Charlotte, waiting for her to continue.



However, an expression of guilt had taken over Charlotte’s features and then she slowly lowered her head, recalling that she wasn't suppose to reveal this secret to others no matter what. She had promised her parents not to ever mention it to anybody.



But what could she possibly do? Zac had successfully forced the truth out of her mouth.



A several seconds ticked by, but Charlotte was still not saying anything. So Reid took the initiative and asked, “If your parents are not Ava’s real parents, then who are Ava’s parents?”



“I’m not sure about the details either. I happened to eavesdrop on my parents' discussion but I was confused when they didn't mention a name. So I came out of my hiding and asked whose father they were cursing at so seriously?”



“My mom was reluctant at first but then I made a promise that the secret will remain between us and that was when my dad told me both he and my mom aren't Ava’s biological parents,” Charlotte grabbed the glass again and drank the whole drink.



“You know, I wouldn't have believed their words, like I could have probably thought they were just trying to play a prank on me or something but who am I kidding?



My mom had never proven to like my sister for once. So I had had my doubts from on set and alas, it turned out to be the truth,” Charlotte giggled like an idiot, throwing her hands up in the air.



Suddenly, Zac rose to his feet and adjusted his tie gently, “I’ll take it from here,” he said solemnly and without wasting another free glance at Charlotte, he turned on his heels and walked out of the lounge.




Breathing a heavy sigh of relief, Reid withdrew his gaze when Zac’s back view was no longer in sight and then shifted them to his supposed girlfriend whose eyes were now closed while she kept giggling and giggling.




Reid thought of leaving the place without Charlotte but people had seen them together. So he had no choice but to carry her up in his arms and walk out of the place and then to the hotel building right across the street.



While checking in at the hotel, he held Charlotte with one hand and did the checking-in processing with the second hand.



All these while, Charlotte persists to cling around his neck, whispering to his ears, and chin and even dropping hickeys there.



“Get yourself together,” Reid cautioned sternly but Charlotte even bit his earlobe.



“Are you feeling hot?” she whispered against his face and Reid found himself gulping while looking into her face.



“Your room number is 504, sir,” the female attendant’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts, and he quickly looked toward her and snatched the key card from her.


As soon as he got into the standard room with Charlotte in his arms, he strode to the bed’s direction and tossed her carelessly on it.



Then he dropped the card on the cabinet, together with some dollar bills.


“I’m leaving first,” he announced and planned to spin around when Charlotte pounced on him from behind.



“Leaving me like this all alone by myself?” she whispered seductively, moving to stand in his front.



Reid tried to retreat as he felt that all his blood was driven to a single spot in his body, he was about to explode but he remained still, “Go to bed, Charlotte. You're drunk,”



“Then let’s sleep together. You can't leave your girlfriend alone, Reid. Don't you know that?” her lips were close to his neck as she spoke.


Reid closed his eyes, suppressing his desire the hardest he could.



“I have to take care of something,” he lied, drawing down her hands that were holding his neck.



Well, it wasn't a complete lie because, at that moment, he needed to leave that room and take care of his solid rock manhood.



Although he had never been in a relationship, it didn't mean he had abstained from sex. So he couldn't control his bodily impulses when he was in such close proximity to a girl.



“Trust me, nothing else needs you more than I do right now, Reid,” Charlotte stood on her tiptoes and breathed into the nook of his neck before sucking on it madly.



Reid was now wheezing with heavy breaths and then he grabbed her by the waist and as if there was a fire that skyrocketed in their bodies, their lips jammed into a very hot and velocity kiss.



He guarded her back to the bed and threw her down but she drew him along by the collar and started to unbutton his shirt as fast as she could.



She had never wanted a man the way she does right now and it seems the same could be said about Reid too because he'd gotten rid of his Jean in a swift action and even helped Charlotte unbutton the rest of his shirt buttons.



“What do you want?” he asked gruffly, returning to grasp her lips with his while his hand went down between her thighs.



Gasping slightly at the feeling of his wide palm in between her inner legs, “I want you, Reid,”



In Taylor's villa.



Emma and Dylan were both sitting quietly in their relatively cozy living room and watching their favorite soap opera.



Seeing a red haired female character on the TV screen, it reminded Emma of Charlotte.



“I thought Charlotte said she'd be coming back tonight,” Emma stated, glancing at her husband beside her on the double sofa.



Dylan then took a glance at the bold wall clock that dominated a part of the upper wall and said casually, “It’s not too late for her to come. It's just 10 o’clock,”



Shrugging, Emma concentrated back on the TV and continued watching.



Just then, the doorbell rang from outside and the both of them hesitated before exchanging glances simultaneously.



‘Charlotte would never ring the doorbell,’ They both thought in their minds, still staring at each other.



“Do you think Charlotte is trying to play a prank on us?” Dylan asked, trying to keep the nervousness out of his voice.



He didn't want to imagine the person who had reeled in his mind as soon as the bell rang. No, he shouldn't be thinking about him.



“Why do you look uneasy?” asked Emma, eyeing her husband suspiciously. And before Dylan could answer her question, she put in, “Don't tell me you are thinking it’s probably Zachary Gonzalez?”



Cracking up, Dylan waved his hand decisively, “What do you mean Zachary Gonzalez? The last time I checked, we had no unfinished business with him. So why would he be here?”



Dylan had barely finished talking when the doorbell rang again but was a bit aggressive this time and for some reason, Dylan felt a shiver run through his spine.



“I'll just go get it. Who could it be though?” Emma asked no one as she strode to the entranceway and opened the door.



Time seemed to stop at this moment as a tall and strong figure appeared at the entrance with his usual cold look and strong charisma that was based on all his life experience.


His body looked tall. He had perfect sizes of narrow waist and wide shoulders. His sleeves were rolled up and half of his strong arms were seen. He tends to always attract people’s attention as soon as he shows up.


“You…you!” Emma stuttered, her eyes broadening while she clutched the doorknob harder.


Her husband had guessed he would be the one at the door but it never crossed her own mind that this man would be appearing again on their doorstep.



What on earth does he want now? Has he not done enough by taking their daughter away and turned her back against them?



“Why are you here, Mr. Gonzalez? What do you want from us?” Emma wasn't the least bit polite as her eyes glared holes into Zac.




“The truth, Mrs Taylor,” His lips curled into a sneer, the vein of his temple popping up.



He took a threatening step toward Emma, making her stumble back, and left the door wide open for him to enter.


The chill he emanated from his body was enough to make people shiver.


“I'm only going to ask you this once, Mr. and Mrs Taylor,” His voice was as cold and fierce as the wind in December, while he walked in a calm yet haphazard manner.


Upon seeing the raw and intimidating man, Dylan became pale and out of breath as he sprang to his feet.



What the heck is he doing here?



“Mr. Taylor,” Zac called gently, approaching him bit by bit, “I know you're corporative and that's why I'll be asking you directly,” His indifferent and cold face looked gorgeous in all its seriousness as he spoke.



Dylan shuddered, catching a glimpse at his wife who was still standing rooted at the door with a fierce expression.



“What d-do you want to a-ask me, Mr. Gonzalez?” Dylan lowered his head and stammered.



Zac was silent for a fraction of a second before he asked in his deep baritone voice, “Where are Ava’s real parents?”



*Bang*



Dylan felt a bang in his head. He swallowed audibly and his shoulders became tense, looking nervous and terrified.



“Now what nonsense are you spewing now?” Emma bellowed, strutting forward and standing right in front of Zac. “We’re Ava’s real parents. Got any problem with that?”



“Mr. Dylan, you've got two options. It's either you tell me the truth or you witness your wife lying lifeless beneath the ground tonight,” Zac threatened, not even looking Emma’s way.


The edge of his deep voice sent shivers down both the husband and wife’s spine. Instinctively, they exchanged a nervous glance, their moist fists clenching.