Chapter 10
He was back at the dark forbidding desert, searching for Angela. He was exhausted but never had he felt such determination to find her. It was his fault he lost her, he didn't take care of her, he let himself get distracted by a voluptuous body and seductive charm and when looked back, Angela was gone.
He stumbled and fell on the soft golden sands. "Angela!" he yelled. Then he heard a seductive drawl call out his name. He looked back, his heart jumping for joy, "Angela?" he uttered but it wasn't she. It was Kathleen, dressed in a flimsy white gown like a nymph, her arms outstretched, inviting him, for a moment he was distracted again, forgetting Angela, but he caught sight of her lifeless form carried off by the same tall, broad cloaked figure. "Leave her alone!" cried Tony.
The hood fell back and the hooded-figure faced Tony, it was Christopher's darkly handsome countenance. "She's mine now, Tony. All mine and you can't do anything about it," he said before disappearing from sight. Kathleen was kissing him but he drew away from her. He ran after Angela and Christopher. Suddenly as he was chasing them Kathleen appeared before him in a similar black cloak, stopping him. "You're mine, Tony."
Then Tony woke up barely catching his breath. Kathleen had her arms around Tony's neck. She was kissing his ear, the side of his neck and the side of his face. It took him a moment to realize where he was. "What time is it?" asked Tony as he scrambled to get up. "It's almost 6pm. You fell asleep after you and daddy had those war games. You were exhausted." "Why didn't you wake me up? I have to go home and fix dinner. Now I would have to buy a take-out for Mona and the kids. Did my cell phone ring while I was asleep?" asked Tony. "No" lied Kathleen.
Tony checked his phone and found Jonathan's number at the received logged. "You took a call from Jonathan and you didn't tell me" accused Tony. "It wasn't important. He just wanted to know if you have already ironed his new Guess jeans. I'm sure he has other jeans. So why would I wake…"
"I decide what is important and what is not. It could have been about Angela. And for your information, Jonathan doesn't own any Guess jeans, he wears Levi's" he told her trying to control his anger.
He returned Jonathan's call on the phone "Hey Jonathan…I know there's no dinner… listen, I can't make it in time to make dinner but I'll be home as soon as I can. There's some money in my bottom drawer beside my bed…okay go and get it…order some pizza or anything you want for dinner… did you find it? Yeah…the money under your mom's photo…listen don't tell her about the photo… okay thanks. Hey, hold on a second, hasn't she called from the resort yet? I've been worried sick. I couldn't call her because she hasn't replaced her broken cell phone yet…uhuh…you told…okay. Enjoy dinner."
Tony hung up and faced Kathleen. "Why didn't you tell me the news about Angela's whereabouts? You knew I was waiting for it the entire day." Kathleen glared at Tony. "Stop thinking of Angela. Let her boyfriend worry about her." "He is not her boyfriend."
"Okay, okay, if you say so. Why don't we talk about what you and daddy have been discussing while I was in the kitchen", said Kathleen, kissing him hungrily again, but failed to elicit some response from him. Tony was suddenly uncomfortable. "Daddy likes you a lot which is very unusual as he always seem to have an apparent dislike for all my boyfriends."
Tony removed Kathleen's arms around him. "We have to talk. I don't want to be unfair to you. I couldn't seem to find the right words, couldn't seem to find the right time to say it…But I have to say it, Kathleen, before anyone gets hurt…"
Angela snuggled comfortably beneath the covers of her bed. She had a very exhausting day. The drive from Connecticut to the resort took several hours and when they got in, Christopher insisted on exploring the place, playing golf and taking pictures. She had a wonderful time. It helped her forget about the stalker even for a few minutes. She was beginning to like Christopher. He was kind and sweet, just like Tony.
The thought of Tony brought an acute pain in her heart. She loves Tony, and she thought he loves her too but she was mistaken. Tony now has a girlfriend and maybe it's time she let him go. She was almost asleep when she noticed a shadow by the side of her bed. "Tony…" she managed to utter, forgetting she wasn't home. She was used to Tony sometimes coming into her room to watch her sleep but she never told him she caught him a few times. She groped for the lamp beside her bed. She was astonished to find Christopher at the foot of her bed looking at her in a peculiar way that sent chills to her bones.
"So, do you get frequent night visits from your 'house-keeper'?" he asked in a malicious tone that surprised Angela. "Not the way you think. How'd you get in here?" she asked. She saw him flicking a hotel key between his fingers. "I have my ways", he said as he sat on the edge of her bed.