Love Thy Neighbour, Annecia Ellies [readict txt] 📗

call Flynn again. She heard the call answered, but then it was cut off. She glanced at the phone curiously and tried the call again. No answer this time. She searched through her phone and dialed Vinny’s number.

“Hey Morgs, what’s up?”

“Hi Vinny, I have been trying to get onto Flynn since last night. I know he has an exam today but have you heard from him?”

“I haven’t, he probably just got caught up, and you know how that could be. Try him later on nah, I’m sure you will get through.”

“Ok, yes I will. If you hear from him ask him to call me ok. I’m heading the Boyd’s wedding now.”

“Will do, take care.”

With that he hung up. He did not tell her that Flynn called him last night angry, saying that he walked in on Morgan and that white guy together in bed. Nor that he in response told him that it must be karma for what happened in Miami, when he slept with Merlisa. Morgan never found out and Vinny never hinted anything to her, although he had a suspicion that Saurelle suspects something happened there. He told Flynn there is something called Karma and he needed to work out his shit.

Morgan slipped the dress over her shoulder and pulled up the zip at the side. It was a spaghetti strap wine colored gown, sequined at the bust. The dress fell in chiffon waves a little under her knee in the front but touched the floor at the back. She then put on a wine colored strap sandal with a four inch heel. That solved the problem of the dress dragging on the floor. She didn’t like her clothes lower than the heel she wore. Just as she finished admiring herself in the mirror her doorbell chimed. Glancing at her clock she saw it was twelve twenty.

Just on time. She thought as she went to open the door. She saw the back of Filipe’s head through the peephole. She opened the door and gasped, Filipe stood there in a Dark grey tux with a wine color silk shirt inside and grey shoe to match. The tie was a mixture of dark red and grey stripes. He stood with his hands in his pockets lost for words as he stared at Morgan.

“Are you coming in or are you just going to stand there and stare at me Mr. Le Mar.” She rolled her eyes to the heavens.

“God you look amazing, I don’t mind staring one bit ma beauté angélique”

He stepped inside, put his hands on her waist and touched his lips to hers gently. He then held her tighter and pulled her against him as he entwined her tongue with his.

He stopped and looked at her, her eyes were closed but she said “Filipe you need to stop greeting me like that.”

“No I won’t, I don’t believe you want me to.” He replied planting a kiss on her nose

She gaped at him and shook her head. “Please give me two minutes, I’ll be right back.”

God he smelt delicious. Why do you have to be so attractive Filipe? Would I have to be beating women off you all the time?

She walked into her bedroom and looked at herself in the standing mirror. Satisfied with the way she looked, she was about to turn to leave when Filipe appeared behind her. Their eyes met in their reflection in the mirror. They looked good together, but she wondered if she was setting herself up for a heartbreak. She took his hands and pulled him out the bedroom.

“Pancho is downstairs waiting,” Filipe said.

“Yeah, ok. I just have to take the boxes with pamphlets out of my trunk and put them in his, then we will go.” She said, walking ahead of him. She grabbed both her car and apartment keys and walked out the door.

“Did your little boyfriend say if he’s still coming? If he shows up I may have to leave, I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“Nice time to tell me this Mr. But I’m sure he won’t make it.”

Filipe smiled and stepped into the elevator behind her. He didn’t want to have to share her today at all, especially not after last night. Actually, he didn’t want to have to share her, ever.

They arrived at the wedding on time. Saurelle was already there assisting the caterers in setting up their serving posts in the reception hall. The plywood that was placed on the sand was doing a marvelous job keeping the sand out of the chosen area. Some bridesmaids were milling around giggling and gesticulating while guests kept arriving slowly and filling seats on entrance. Everything seemed to be in order so Morgan went to sit next to Filipe.

“Aah, amour de ma vie, où avez-vous été?

“I think I will just stare blankly at you each time you speak in French to me. You know I can’t understand you, why are you speaking in French?”

“Love of my life, where have you been?” he said this time in English, “My apologies.”

“I see the bridesmaids over there checking you out eh.” She said nodding her head in the direction the bridesmaids were in.

“That may be so, but it’s your attention I crave ma Cherie.”

She watched him and smiled, “Filipe, what is it you want from me? Are you really serious about this?”

“Morgan I have been interested in you from the day we first spoke on that site. Looking at you, chatting with you, meeting you, I’m as serious as I can ever be. I want forever with you.”

“How many relationships were you in since the death of your wife?”

“Just one, with Genevieve. Never saw anyone I wanted to be with, until I met you.”

Morgan looked down at her hands in her lap. Filipe then placed his hands over hers and leaned closer to her, his other arm on the chair behind her. “This is for real Morgan, I’m falling madly in love with you and I can’t stop myself.” He tilted her face towards him, “I can hardly look at you without aching to touch you or hold you. I want to be so into you that we literally breathe in the same air. I am dead serious, I want you in my life. I’m not here to play games, I want us forever. And no, it’s not just a physical thing in case you needed to know.”

Morgan sat listening to him, her eyes were glassy and she felt a bit nervous so she started to play with the curl hanging at the side of her head. “I believe you” she whispered. “So what happened yesterday isn’t a one-time thing?” she asked

“Ce qui est arrivé hier n'est qu'un début sweetheart” he replied then said, “That is just the beginning.”

They sat staring into each other’s eyes when Saurelle interrupted them by touching Morgan on her shoulder.” She jumped.

Morgan excused herself and stood up to leave with Saurelle. “Girl that was some intense moment you had there, you didn’t even hear me and I called you three times. What’s going on between you and Mr. handsome? Did you really sleep with him?” She was whispering now.

“Yes, we made love Aurs,” she said looking at Saurelle and biting her finger nail with a lightly pained expression on her face.

“What’s going on, why does he keep looking at you like you’re his favorite dessert? It’s like he can’t take his eyes off you girl.”

Morgan looked back at Filipe, he blew a kiss in her direction and winked. He knew that Saurelle was going to hear about last night very soon, the thought made him smile to himself as he turned around and looked on as the atmosphere inside the tent began to change.

“He wants us to be together and God I’m beginning to want it too. Auri, girl I never felt this way with anyone, he made me come so many times last night, it was like wow, I can hardly describe it.”

“Is it about the sex or is he dropping hints about a relationship with you.”

“He wants forever.”

“Eeee!” Saurelle let out a tiny scream then placed her hands over her mouth quickly while glancing around to see if anyone was watching her.

“I’m so happy for you. You deserve to be happy baby, move on, it’s all good. Just keep filling me in on all the gory details, Kwassi kind of boring in bed.”

“Speaking of which, where is he?”

“Oh, he will be here shortly, I got a drop with auntie, they went to Las Quevas Bay.”

“Ok. I can’t seem get on to Flynn, I’m doubting he’s still in class. Auri, Filipe and me making love is not the only thing that happened yesterday.”

“What do you mean?” Saurelle rubbed her folded arms.

“I think Flynn came in and saw us in bed.”

“What? Why would you think that?” Saurelle eyes were as wide as saucers

“The tray we had with the drinks was on the coffee table in the TV room and it remained there when things started heating up. When we went into the bedroom neither of us touched it. When Grayson called and we were leaving I noticed the tray wasn’t where we left it, instead it was on the island in the kitchen.”

Saurelle had her hands over her mouth again. “Oh my God Morgs, and you think he came in and saw you?”

Morgan nodded, “Yes I think he did.”

She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, “I spoke to Vinny when I didn’t get on to him, he said he went to class earlier and I should try him later on, apparently he didn’t hear from him.”

“Well, that takes one person out of the triangle.” Saurelle said softly

“I didn’t want that to happen.” Morgan replied sighing softly and looking worried, “What if he does something stupid?”

“I know honey, but maybe it happened for a good.”

Saurelle then put her hands around Morgan’s waist and led her to the entrance. Susanne Boyd has just arrived. They went up to the limo to see if everything was alright with her. She looked resplendent in her jeweled, off the shoulder, pure white wedding gown.

“You are the picture of elegance Susanne, congratulations.” Morgan said to her as she stepped up to her and kissed her on the cheek.

The other attendants flanked her and soon they were on their way to the lily covered altar.

The ceremony went on without a hitch. Carlton Sommers was a lucky man, the Priest was saying, he who finds a wife finds a good thing. Morgan kept glancing at Filipe who seemed to be entirely caught up in the ceremony for a while. Earlier, he kept looking around for her as though he didn’t want her out of his sight for too long. When their eyes did meet, the mutual attraction was evident and Saurelle just kept watching them and smiling. She was happy for her friend. She made a silent vow to make sure Flynn did not spoil this. Morgan needed more than ever to follow her heart and she had her support all the way.

 

Kwassi came in and joined the girls sitting at the back. He kissed Saurelle and said hello to Morgan with a smile and a touch on her hand. Saurelle wore a light pink satin gown that came to her ankles. Kwassi looked at her with admiration and whispered something to her that had her smiling, he put his hands around her waist and squeezed. He then said something else to her and Saurelle looked at Morgan with a worried look on her face.

“Morgs, Kwassi said he saw Flynn outside.”

Morgan looked at Saurelle with wide eyes then got up and went out heading to the roadside with Saurelle following closely behind her. Saurelle spot Flynn’s car and pointed to it, they both went to meet him. He was sitting in the driver’s seat with his eyes closed and his head leaning back on the headrest. Morgan knocked on the glass, Flynn opened his eyes and looked at her before turning off the engine. He then