| Subject: À la Vie! - Chapter 56 |
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Date Posted: Friday, November 19, 09:41:13pm
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's message, "À la Vie! - Chapter 41+" on Friday, November 05, 11:09:31pm
Michael had flown to Ireland to bring Adam home, and Carla was lounging on Michael’s bed, watching Nikita packing for her honeymoon in Fiji.
“So, what’s he like?” Carla asked, grinning.
“Who, Michael? You’ve met him. You know what he’s like.”
“No, Miss Prim-and-Proper. What’s he like in bed?” She laid back and smoothed her hand over the coverlet. “I bet he’s absolutely delicious.”
“Well, you’ll never find out, so there’s no point in asking,” side-stepped Nikita.
“That good?” responded Carla, sitting up. “Wow. Great looking and a great lover. You are so lucky.”
“Yeah,” said Nikita, a dreamy look in her eyes. “I am.”
“So, what’s his best move,” persisted Carla.
“None of your business!” retorted Nikita, cheeks growing pink.
“Come on, Nik. Drop a crumb for your best friend.”
“His best move.” Nikita pretended to think a moment, then told the truth. “Everything.” It was true. From “that” night in the motel to their ‘hand dancing,’ everything Michael did left her breathless and wanting more.
“Is he a tit man or an ass man?”
“Both,” Nikita responded automatically, then blushed crimson. Again, it was true. Michael made her feel like her kneecaps were sexy.
“Tell me he has a flaw,” begged Carla.
Nikita thought a moment. “He leaves the toilet seat up.” They both roared with laughter.
* * *
Adam was a seasoned flyer by now, and he teased Michael during the flight to France by rattling off a few phrases in Irish. This was one language Michael didn’t know. Michael stroked Adam’s long hair. “We’ll have to get this cut for the wedding,” he said absently.
“Daddy! You’re going to marry Mom?” Adam shouted excitedly.
Michael could tell who on the flight spoke English by the eyebrows that question raised.
“Yes, Adam. Mom and I are getting married as soon as we get home. Does that make you happy?”
“Oh, yes, Daddy! I love Mommy!”
He scooted off Michael’s lap to run across the aisle to Julie. “Did you hear that, Julie? Daddy and Mommy are getting married!”
“Yes, Adam. That’s wonderful news,” Julie responded, winking at Michael.
Michael just rolled his eyes.
* * *
Marco O’Brien found Roberta Wirth. She was living in a modest section of Miami, in a modest home, and he suspected that, as long as she stayed away from the ponies, she should be able to live out her life in relative comfort. Michael’s offer would sweeten the pot considerably.
“Half a million bucks? What does he want me to do—kill somebody?” She scoffed.
“No. You tried that already. Didn’t take.”
Roberta had the decency to look embarrassed before she got defensive. “I supported her ass for nine years in Sydney, and she becomes a super model and what does she do for me? Squat. I had to track her down to let her know I was alive. She sure as hell wasn’t looking for me. But she did all right, though. I saw in the Enquirer she’s going to marry her pretty-boy millionaire boyfriend. She spreads her legs and she’s set for life. I do the same and what do I get? An ungrateful kid.”
“Are you finished?” O’Brien asked quietly. Roberta remained mute.
“Here is the cashiers cheque for $500,000. All you have to do is promise to stay out of Nikita’s life forever. Do you think you can manage that?”
“Definitely,” Roberta replied, plucking the cheque from Marco’s fingers and stuffing it down her bra.
“Then our business here is finished. Good day.”
“It sure was for me,” the detective heard her say as he walked back to his car.
* * *
Adam ran his fingers through his short hair. “It feels funny,” he complained.
“You’ll get used to it,” said his father smiling. He, too, had endured a haircut; still long on top but short enough on the sides not to need mousse.
“Well, I think you both look very handsome,” declared Nikita. She’d had two inches trimmed off, but no one could tell.
Michael’s phone rang. “You did?” he said. “How is he? He will? That’s fantastic. I owe you big time.”
“Who was that, Michael?” asked Nikita, curiosity piqued.
“Oh, just business,” he replied, but he didn’t look at her. He could never lie to her and look her in the eye.
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