Episode 16

"This notebook is yours now,"

Megan said as she handed me the notebook, her smile revealing her teeth. I returned the smile, averting my gaze from the front seat where James was seated. Mercier was maneuvering near a transport shed, which Megan had mentioned earlier as a hangar.

There were men in black and some familiar faces waiting for our arrival there.

"Is it only mine?" I asked as she unbuckled her seatbelt and then mine, taking advantage of our close proximity to steal a quick kiss, followed by a mischievous smile. It was obvious that Armstrong wasted no time.

"Only yours... like me," she whispered, but I noticed Mercier clearing his throat, indicating that the two bodyguards had heard.

"I will use it for whatever I desire," I said, looking into her eyes.

"A rum... as long as you don't watch porn," she teased, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

"Don't be crude!" I replied.

Mercier cleared his throat again and we both looked at him.

"James, open the door for my wife and stand guard," Megan ordered, her predatory gaze fixed on me, and I tried not to be hypnotized.

"Yes, Armstrong."

I heard the sound of the front door opening and closing, and I prepared to exit. However, Megan held me back and watched as Mercier left, leaving us alone. Megan touched my curls, moved her hand down to my thighs, and let it rest where my black dress did not cover.

Our eyes met, and she leaned in closer, moistening her lips to kiss me, and I found myself doing the same. Our mouths met slowly, and I bit her, driven by a mischievous impulse, and she smiled wickedly against my lips. In a kiss that became intense and unique, we lost track of time in that car, with her tasting me the way she liked, with ferocity and desire. When she satisfied her own desires, desires that had become mine as well, she spoke.

"Stella."

"Yes, Megan?"

"I know I didn't tell you before, but..." She squeezed my thigh. "...we're traveling to Spain right now."

I was stunned. Spain?

"But first, I'll give you something very valuable," she said.

"Um..." Words failed me.

"Now you can go. Don't worry, James will protect you."

I nodded, trying to process what she had just said. I wasn't prepared to travel to Spain.

I got out of the car, and James protected me, guiding me towards the hangar, which I soon realized was a place with excellent lighting. Inside that aircraft parking area, I saw a private jet and a helicopter, as well as some smaller cars. Men were working, seemingly doing maintenance on the helicopter. James stood behind me like a prepared and vigilant soldier, looking in every direction his vision could reach. If he had a revolver, it was well-hidden beneath his black clothing. I looked at the jet; it must have belonged to Megan, one of her most prized possessions. I looked at the helicopter, and it seemed highly likely that it also belonged to her. Megan had a way of not sharing spaces with anyone.

I turned to ask James about the place, but Megan approached, accompanied by a blond-haired man in a suit and a cap on his head, with four stripes on his shoulder. The man held a brown paper and a pen, which immediately put me on alert and deep in thought. I briefly remembered the punishment document I had signed the previous night. Was Megan going to make me sign another paper?

Before I had a chance to ask James what I wanted to ask, Megan was quicker, taking my hand and bringing me close to her body, causing me to lose my balance momentarily but regain it seconds later.

"Commander Brown," Megan said formally, her gaze tenderly fixed on me. "This is Stella D'Angelo... Armstrong, my wife."

Stella D'Angelo Armstrong... Those surnames came out of her mouth with so much emotion that it made me internally proud.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Armstrong," the commander said with a smile that didn't show his teeth, and I returned it.

That distinguished man seemed to be a saint compared to Mercier or the others who worked for Megan.

"It's a pleasure as well," I said simply and reached out my hand to him, intending to shake it, but he ended up handing me the paper.

"I see you're in a hurry to make it yours..."

"What?" I didn't understand. Him? Who?

Megan pulled me closer to the private jet, the aircraft that seemed to grow bigger with each step I took.

What was Megan up to?

We stopped close by, and the door of the jet descended, becoming a staircase of pleasant beauty with beige steps.

I was enchanted. Megan was obviously going to make me board to go to Spain, but I waited for someone to come down that staircase.

While I waited, I saw James approaching, now holding the same pen that the commander was holding.

"I see you're in a hurry to make it yours... What would be mine?"

James handed the pen to Megan, and after a long exchange of glances between the two of us, she handed the pen to me.

Yes, she was going to make me sign another document, but I hoped it wouldn't be another act of cruelty.

"Stella?"

"Yes?" I gave her a confused look, and she smiled. "Once you sign this document..." she looked at the jet and then back at me, "this jet will be yours."

"What?" I asked, frightened, and the pen and paper trembled in my hands.

Mine? No! It was just a prank on her part. However, I remembered the commander's words, and now it made sense.

"That's right. Sign this document, and the jet will be yours."

"No, Megan... no, no!" I denied with all my strength, returned the document and the pen to her, moved away, and sat on the steps of the staircase.

I would never sign that. I didn't deserve to own something so valuable except through my own effort and dedication.

Megan came to me, after giving the document and pen to James, and knelt in front of me, resting her open hands on my knees.

We looked at each other...

"Stella, please sign?" she pleaded, and I looked away to observe the jet. "Please, mi cielo... consider it as your birthday gift... the one you can't have."

I looked back at her, and she stared at her short, nail polish-free hands, doing it to hide her sad face.

We both remembered what happened on the day and night of my birthday, and bringing that up or our conversation would ruin the little bit of feelings that were emerging between us.

"Megan?" I called her, raising her chin, and I had her dark blues on me, attentive. "I need time, I won't sign, but I promise I'll think about it."

"Yes, Stella, and I believe you... I won't force you to do it."

"Thank you, Megan," I thanked her, caressing her cheek.

We stared at each other for another moment, and when she stood up to kiss me, the commander interrupted her with his voice, and following that, she smiled against my lips.

"In 5 minutes, the jet will take off, Armstrong."

Megan finally stood up, and I leaned on the staircase to get up.

"In less than 3 hours, we'll arrive," the commander emphasized, "make yourself at home, Armstrong and D'Angelo."

Megan nodded, held my hands for the second time, and we climbed the staircase, she going ahead and me behind. My heart squeezed when I was faced with beige and luxurious leather seats. The jet had a wooden interior and was quite spacious. I stopped to admire the beauty and wealth spread throughout that space, and Megan pulled me to sit next to her in seats at the back, facing the door of the jet. The seat was soft, comfortable, and spacious, a space that Megan occupied when she leaned and supported herself with open hands on each side.

Your face was close to mine. I wouldn't ask the obvious, since Megan was always intense and full of desire.

"Stella... you must try having sex in a private jet seat." she said as her hands rushed to my waist, pulling my body to the edge of the seat and spreading my legs. What she did stirred something in my belly and I got excited.

"We can't do this here, Megan... in five minutes..."

"Actually, in two." she said, straightening up, and I turned my head to see the captain entering, followed by Mercier, James, and two other men.

I hurried to close my legs and Megan sat next to me, diverting the men's attention from us. Mercier and James sat down, and the other men followed suit.

I took a deep breath to calm myself because in seconds the jet would take off. This would be my second regular trip, taking in the vastness of the skies, and the first one to Spain. Spain, the country where my father was born. In a few hours, I would be in that country, where memories of my father would be constant.

"Why are you so quiet, mi cielo?" she asked, fastening my seatbelt.

"It's just that..."

"Are you afraid of flying?" she fastened her own seatbelt.

"It's not that... it's just that I was thinking about the document."

"Ah..." she smiled and caressed my thigh "don't feel pressured to think about it. You have all the time in the world."

"Thank you for understanding, Megan."

"Don't thank me. I know this matter needs careful consideration."

I nodded and rested my head on her shoulder, which she didn't seem to mind.

The jet started moving, and I saw it leaving the hangar through the small oval-shaped windows. A moment later, the jet reached the length of the runway and took off.

I closed my eyes and sighed...

"It was on this terrace that I first saw you, Stella... in the photos your father gave me."

Megan took me to a terrace on a building that I could consider a skyscraper. After the jet landed at the airport, a car took us there, and now we were on that terrace alone because she didn't allow any of her security guards to accompany us. She wanted to be alone with me. Everything happened so fast that it didn't feel real. Was it real?

"Why are you telling me this?" I turned to face her.

Megan was leaning against the wall near the door we exited from, with her hands in her suit pockets. She looked back at me but remained silent.

The sunset was ending, and the night in Spain was beginning...

"Why are we here, Megan?"

"To tell you and confess that it was here that I started desiring you, but also for you to know that it is in this building that I have the casino."

"You didn't need to bring me here. What happened with my father is enough. I want to leave now."

Suddenly, I became inexplicably explosive.

"We will only leave after I close a very important deal."

"Is it a deal that involves another 18-year-old girl that you want as a second wife or rather... a lover?!" those words came out so quickly, and before I knew it, I had hurt and saddened Megan, who lowered her head.

I approached her and touched her shoulders.

"Sorry? Sorry?"

"I have no reason to apologize."

"Then... look at me."

Megan looked at me and pulled away. I followed her and hugged her from behind. I felt that I had hurt her with my resentment.

"James will take you back to London, and we'll meet there." I said, releasing my arms from her, but she held onto me, still facing away.

"I will only go back with you!"

"No!" she murmured, removing my hands from her again "you just showed me that I'm not a good company for you!"

"Megan?" I called her one last time, and she left through that door, from which James emerged a moment later.

I didn't understand what he was doing there and how he had arrived so quickly. It was all very confusing.

I stared at him, saying...

"Don't touch me... I'll only leave if Megan goes with me."

"But, ma'am..."

"And that's final!"

"Ma'am, it's better for us to go before you regret it," James held onto me, concern evident in his eyes, a concern that I didn't understand.

"Let me go! I already said I'm only leaving with Megan... I won't leave my wife behind," I said, freeing myself from his strong grip, and at that moment, I heard a familiar voice approaching.

I turned towards the entrance door and saw my father coming out handcuffed, being brought by Megan, who also held a revolver in one hand. My father, with his curly hair and darker complexion, looked beaten and disheveled due to his present situation. His gaze lifted to me, and shortly after, Megan pushed him, causing him to fall to his knees.

When I tried to approach, completely frightened and with my heart racing, in addition to being confused, Megan cocked the revolver, aimed it at my father's head, and without any remorse, fired.

She took my father's life and I couldn't remain standing, falling into tears...

...

"My heaven? Stella? Stella?..."

"No, no, no...," I felt like I was mumbling and being shaken.

My eyelids opened, and I found Megan's face, full of concern, looking at me. With a push, I moved away and ended up falling at Mercier's feet.

As I lay there, I looked around and realized I was in the private jet, surrounded by seats.

"Welcome to Spain!," Mercier greeted me and helped me up gently, as I tried to understand what had just happened.

I had seen Megan kill my father, and in the next minute, I simply appeared in the jet. Was that a premonition or a vision of the future that came to me through a nightmare?

"Stella?" Megan spoke, taking my hands and caressing them.

"I am..."

"Thank goodness you woke up... you seemed to be having a nightmare," she explained and hugged me, and I held onto her tightly. It was all just a nightmare, a nightmare, Stella!

The woman in her arms would never harm her father. Forget about it. Live in the present.

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