Chapter Thirty- three

**OLIVER**

I smiled to myself as I watched Gabriel step out of the bathroom. The sweet scent of the perfumed body wash drifted out after him and the droplets of water caused the hairs on his chest to slick down. His towel hung low around his waist and I found myself praying silently on its downfall.
“Be careful, Oliver,” he said, his voice coming out in a husky whisper. “I can feel your eyes on me.”
I chuckled. “Good.”
I sauntered over to him, wrapped my hands around his head, and smashed my lips on his. His lips moved over mine with a softness and rhythm that had become us. The urgency of our needs rises with each passing second.
My hands strayed from his head down to his chest, gently running my fingers over his taut nipples, and swallowing his sighs and moans as I rolled them between my fingers. My hands moved further down and made quick work of the towel, disposing of it to an unknown place behind me. I smiled mischievously at him as I lowered myself down to my knees and took him in my mouth. The muscles in his thighs grew taut as I took him into my throat, and moaned as he groaned.
His hands went behind my head, holding me in place as he began to thrust faster; and I felt him begin to grow in my mouth. I pulled back and stood to my feet, laughing at the disgruntled look on Gabriel’s face.
“Not yet, my darling,” I said and led him to the bed.
I pushed him down to the bed and he pulled out lubricant from the nightstand, lathering himself in it. I smiled as I straddled him, moaning loudly as I rode him. Soon, the room became filled with the sounds of the bed creaming and the sounds of our passion. I leaned down and bit into his shoulder as my climax crashed down on me.
Minutes later, as I lay in bed, and smiled lovingly as Gabriel cleaned me with a wet towel, my mind returned to the girl that lay in the hospital. Who was she? Where did she come from? How was she relevant to my life?
I looked out the window, and despite the rays of sun that streamed in, I could feel the dark clouds gathered, heavy with rain and storm. I could feel the darkness, and I knew I wasn’t ready. I looked at Gabriel with worry heavy in my heart, how was I going to protect him if I didn’t know what it was to protect him from?
“What are you thinking about?” Gabriel asked as he squeezed himself back into his clothes.
I smiled and shook my head. “It’s nothing…” I said. “I’m just thinking about that girl.”
“Girl?” Gabriel asked, confused.
“The one in the hospital. How is she now?”
Gabriel shrugged. “Carey says she’s awake, she’s doing okay. But not okay enough for me to question her. So, km just going to wait till Carey gives the go-ahead.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
Gabriel leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. “I'm going to a meeting in the next town. I might be back late.”
I nodded and watched as he made his exit, my ears straining to hear the remnants of his departure. I lay still in bed and held my breath until I could no longer hear the sounds of his truck down the road. I immediately jumped from the bed, unfortunately, I didn’t care what Carey said, and I wasn’t waiting for whenever she was ready to begin answering questions.
A quick bath and ten minutes later, I entered the hospital, a bead of sweat rolling down my brow, and headed for the strange girl’s ward. My hand hesitated at the door before I took a deep breath and opened it. She sat in the bed, back propped against the headrest, and eyes fixated on the door as though she was expecting a visitor. I closed the door carefully behind me. Her eyes followed me as I surveyed the sterilized room, and pulled a chair to sit next to her on the bed.
“I thought you would have been here sooner,” she said.
My eyes opened in surprise. “You were expecting me?” I asked.
She shrugged. “The last time you were here, you had a lot of questions, most of which were unanswered. So, yes, Oliver, I was expecting you.”
A small smirk appeared on her lips, as she emphasized my name. My breath caught in my throat and for a second, I had to remind myself to breathe. She knew me. How?
“Who are you?” I asked. “How do you know me?”
She scoffed. “I think we should begin with the simpler questions, don’t you think?”
I sighed and nodded. “What’s your name?”
“Sasha…Sasha Brown.”
I chuckled. “Funny. That’s my mother’s name,” I said.
Her lips curled up in a frown. “Yes, it is. And if you look closer, you’ll see her name isn’t the only thing of hers I have.”
“What?”
My brows furrowed in confusion as my brain tried to make sense of her words. Sasha’s bright blond hair cascaded down her shoulders, her eyes bright and blue, and she had a small button nose…she looked like my mother. I gasped as the realization set in.
“It’s not possible…”
Sasha threw back her head and laughed. “What’s not possible? Me being your mother’s child?” She asked, scorn dripping in her voice.
“No,” I said, shaking my head vehemently.
Sasha threw back her head and laughed, her amusement pushing my annoyance further.
“What’s so funny?!”
“Your reaction, Oliver. You’re so stuck up your ass, you don’t even want to consider the possibility.”
“There’s no possibility, Sasha. You’re not my sister.”
She leaned in closer, smiling sinisterly. “Even when confronted with irrefutable evidence, you still refuse to believe the truth.”
It was my turn to laugh. By the time I was done, I seemed to have kissed Sasha off even more, and tears poured from my eyes. “Irrefutable evidence? You have blonde hair and blue eyes, so fucking what?!”
“So call her then. Ask mommy dearest if she’s had other children aside from both of you. Ask her if she had an affair 20 years ago.”
Words poured out of her mouth with animosity that was hard to ignore. Her eyes blazed red with an anger that I thought was strange.
“Ask her about a child she pushed out of her fucking vagina and abandoned. You can show her my picture,” she added sweetly. “I’ll pose pretty for the camera.”
Silence reigned after her declaration. Her anger permeated the room, a part of me checked the room for the presence of that man…ghost…spirit but found nothing, and made me wonder if it wasn’t tied to her as I had initially thought.
“What?” She asked smugly. “Nothing to say, Oliver.”
I sighed, and rubbed my forehead, already feeling the beginnings of a headache coming on. “Okay. You’re my mother’s daughter…why are you here?” I asked.
Her smile got wider. “What do you mean?” She asked, her tone sickly sweet. “I just stumbled here because I was being attacked, and I and my brother needed shelter…”
“Don’t give me that bullshit!!!”
She laughed again, this time even harder. I scoffed. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”
“Of course I am. Is there any reason why I shouldn’t?”
I sighed and closed my eyes against the steady throbbing in my skull. “Why are you here, Sasha?”
“To take everything that belongs to me,” she answered simply.
My brows furrowed, and I blinked up at her. “Is this about money? Do you want a part of the inheritance? I’m sure we can work something out…”
“Oh, I want the inheritance. I’ve gone my whole life suffering and living in fear, and hiding while you were living large. Having the best education, the best vacations, the best…everything!!” She said. “But no…that’s not all I want.”
“What else is there?” I asked. “You want me mother?”
“No. I want what’s inside you, Oliver.”
“What’s inside me?” I repeated, the more she spoke, the more she seemed like she might have a few screws loose. “What’s inside me that you could want?”
I wracked my head, trying to crack the code as she watched me with eagle eyes. And then it hit me, the thing inside me.
Laughter bubbles inside me and pushes its way through my mouth. “You must be joking. What do you think she is? Some sort of ancient relic that can just be passed on to anybody?!”
Sasha shrugged. “I mean, she is ancient…she is a relic, and yes, she can be passed from one person to another. She’s my birthright!!!”
“I’m older than you. That means I’m the first child, it would never have been you. You would have never been the custodian,” I said firmly. “Hell, you might have even been the sacrificial child.”
“Wrong. Loud and wrong!!” She screamed. “I am a woman, and thus it would certainly have been me. But you stole that.”
She opened her mouth to say more but the door opened unexpectedly and Carey entered the room. She froze and her eyes moved from one person to another.
“Umm…is this a bad time?” She asked. “I could always come back later.”
I opened my mouth to respond but Sasha beat me to it. “No. Oliver here was just leaving.”
I nodded my head slowly and rose to my feet, already exhausted from our conversation, my head reeling with unanswered questions. I smiled as I walked past a very confused Carey, and just as I opened the door to leave, Sasha’s voice cut through the thick fog of my mind.
“We’ll meet again, brother.”