"That is a very rich Italian family. It is said they are with the Sicilian mob; I can't confirm nor deny that, you would have to ask one of the savages about that. But they are also ruthless with their women trying to rule them with an iron fist and not listening to their wants or needs. It is a good thing you got away from your family." Zacarias had pulled her closer just happy to hear the strong hart beat that meant she was alive and whole again.
"Believe me, I know what my family is like, I lived with them for seven teen years, it was hard but I got out. My mother recently tried to contact me but I didn't answer back. I don't want anything to do with my family, I don't like my family." Angel snuggled down into Zacarias as she fell back asleep.
Zacarias lay with her contemplating this thing as he listened to her breathe who knew he would find such a treasure in the woman that was his. As the sun grew higher Zacarias reluctantly got up from the bed and went down to go to ground.
During the day Angel continued to sleep until late in the afternoon, when she finally got out of bed the sun was nearly set and Zacarias was in the kitchen when she walked down stairs. "Good evening Angel," he said as he turned around and put food for her on the table. Angel smiled as she sat down and began to eat. She ate and he watched her, always watching her, she finished and he instantly took away the bowl.
"Zacarias, what are we going to do about you and me? My week here is done today; I have a plane to catch tonight, in a couple of hours. What are you going to do about that?" Angel looked up to see him walking toward her.
"I'm coming home with you, Angel, home to your beloved Los Angeles, until a time when I can convince you to come to my home on Brazil." He passed her but pulled her up by her wrist and up the stairs, until they were in the bathroom. "I want you to take a nice hot bath a long one so you can soak and relax as I pack all of your clothes, and get the house ready for our departure. I will bring you a dress that I would like to see you in, I have a feeling it will look beautiful on you." He backed out of the room and headed to the bedroom.
Angel looked back to the door expecting him to come right back in with the dress, but he didn't. She turned around and started to turn on the taps to a nice hot temperature. She added bath salts and slowly took off her clothes. She slid into the water enjoying the way the warmth that seeped from the water into her. As she heard the door knob turn she didn't bother to move to cover herself. She had always been comfortable with her body, even more so with Zacarias. As he moved into the room he put the long crimson dress on the back of the door, and the heels on the floor. He took one of the towels and rolled it up. Moving behind her, he put her head on the towel. He stayed behind her and dropped his hands to her shoulders. He rubbed her shoulders for a while then up to her neck to finally settle on her temples.
"Is your head hurting Angel? I can feel pain in you but I don't know were it is, I can't pin point it." Zacarias kept rubbing her temples to try and get her to relax. "You need to relax, baby. If you are going to be so stressed out I will take you to Brazil now." He had moved his head down to her ear, so he could whisper into it and he started to kiss behind it.
"I'm trying to relax Zacarias. But I have a bad feeling that something bad will be waiting for me at home. I just need to get home and face it so I can try to relax and work some to get my mind out of this feeling of dread." Zacarias had not stopped moving his mouth over her neck. He had stilled only for a second but he continued to move over her neck.
"What do you think this feeling of dread is from, do you have an idea?" He continued to move to the back of her neck and over to the other side.
"I do have an idea. I have a feeling it has to do with my mother. I get a very bad feeling of dread when ever she tries to contact me. So either she shows up at my apartment or she called or wrote me, but I will find out when I get home." Angel angled her neck so he could have better access to her pulse and shoulder.
"Zacarias, I have to leave soon will you, pleas, stop seducing me so I can get up and get ready to leave." But Angel couldn't move she kept her head to the side, and let him continue.
"Why would I want to stop, you seem to be enjoying it? But I will stop." He moved off in her neck and moved the towel from behind her head. He hooked his arms under hers and
helped her to stand up. He pulled her out of the bath and on to the floor. He waved his hand and she was instantly dry. Her hair dry falling in waves around her face. He pulled the dress off of the back of the door and helped her to step into it. He zipped the back and circled around to see how beautiful sh3e looked in it, and beautiful she was in the crimson off the shoulder dress with a slit up to the middle of her thigh. She slid on her heels and went to the bedroom before she could pick up her bag Zacarias had it in his hand. "Let's go meet the plane."