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Chapter 12

Mine forever

An airport motel in New York City

The rumpled dark green comforter covered the wrinkled, damp bed sheets. The reminiscent scene of a midday romp became clouded by the vindictive rhetoric.
"You bastard, I was a fool to believe you." Blonde hair held in a ponytail snapped the air, with the young woman's outburst. Janet's expectations for this rendezvous dissipated with Jack's honest comment.

"Believe what?" Jack Hanson asked. "You asked me and I told you." The thirty-something Princeton grad moved into his father's law firm and ascended the ladder through hard work, skill and the older Hanson's retirement. He showed no regret at explaining their relationship, even after the mid-day quickie.

"You led me to believe…" Her mouth continued to move without making a sound. Tears ran from her green eyes unashamed at their appearance.

"Believe what? Again, I will say it." Hanson grabbed his dark blue suit pants. The matching jacket hung on the back of the wicker chair. "You think I'm taking you to a dinner with my clients?" The left side of his mouth grimaced at the thought. "We both like to screw each other." The round face of the somewhat overweight man flushed with anger. "Suddenly that's not enough." The successful corporate lawyer's fair skin darkened as a disgusted set of fingers ran its way through his balding scalp.

"But you promised. Maybe we could build something." She said. Her shrieking cry sang its way around the brown, dim airport motel room. "Christ!" Her disgusted screech.

The cheap slats of imitation wood surrounding the pair did not absorb the blood-curdling squeal of a wronged woman.

"You stupid bitch. Build something? Go build something with your hero boyfriend." Fastening his pants, he snatched the white dress shirt from the vanity table. The hairline crack running as a snake from the top at times cast double visions for any bleary eyed occupant. For the ever sober and rational Jack Hanson, it offered an inconvenience as he tried to knot the light blue and white stripe silk tie.

"Bitch, am I?" Clad in matching white bra and panties, she swung an uncontrolled forearm in his direction. "I hurt him before he left just cause of you."

"Cause of me?" Squeezing his lips together his expression showed distain for the woman. "What is your problem?" Grabbing both shoulders as she attempted to use them as if a helicopter's rotors, Hanson shook the distraught woman into a state of submission. "You wanted it like this. You said you just wanna screw around before you marry that poor asshole that loves you."

Her stance of capitulation disappeared, with a flourish.

"You bastard. You bastard." White teeth gritted as she strained the muscles in her face. "He's not the asshole. He's a real hero. You are." Spit flew from her red lips; he'd never treat me like this."

"Maybe he should?" He flashed a smirk at her filled with contempt.

"I hate you!" Spinning her arms in unison with the tightened ponytail, she looked the whirlwind preparing to ignite a whirlpool inside the room.

"Crazy bitch," Hanson moaned as her palm glanced off his cheek.

"I hate you." She screamed attempting to inflict another jab onto his chin from her free swinging arms.

"Bitch!" The slap sent her flying over the double bed, the scene of unusual sexual intercourse. Hanson's frequent demand.

"Oh, please. Oh please?" She begged holding the right side of her cheek. A deepening red outline of three fingers rose on her skin.

"Control yourself. You know I'm getting engaged. I show up to a damn dinner with you." He moved back lifting his jacket from the beige chair. "You said you didn't care. Your boyfriend was different after coming back from," he looked at her with eyebrows stretched upward. "From wherever he was?"

Dropping her hand to the side of the white satin brief, "I don't need you. Go with your rich, connected bitch and her big shot father." Janet's attempt at abuse concerning the upward mobile attorney and his choice of a future wife fell to the floor of the hollow room with the speed of a storm's flash of lightning. Hanson's casual manner at her outburst caused the overwhelmed woman to contort her body as if struck by a thunderbolt.

"Look, things have changed." He checked his I-phone for messages. Thumbing through the screen, he hoped to see reports of particular stocks. "You changed them yourself, Janet." Keeping focus on the screen as he spoke. "You were the one wanting things free and," looking upward at her trembling mouth. " Whatever you said?"

She covered her breasts with slender arms, as if someone walked into the room unannounced. Her shyness amused the dressed man.

"You can still work for me. If it's a problem," he spoke while turning the doorknob. "You can work in our uptown office. East Harlem is safe. Clinton had an office there," referring to the former President.

"To hell with you. I work in the same office." Janet knew the money and notoriety associated with the West 57th St. location. Celebrities and multi-millionaires breeze through the Mid-town location on an everyday basis.

"Look, I thought you would be cool with this?" He asked, standing one foot on the faded gray carpet that would lead him to the lobby, and freedom.

"I know. Go, you bastard. I'm still working at the Mid-town office. Stay away from my floor." Pulling the tan pants up to her waist. "I'll make damn sure I avoid you, total avoidance." Grabbing the white silk blouse, she walked to the mirror. Her dignity returned, she cast an annoyed glance at the cracked mirror. Angelo's face entered her vision.

"I have you. You sweet baby. I don't need a stupid fat bastard like him."

Hanson stood in the doorway, amused at her conversation with the mirror.

"You are just some overweight waste of human flesh." She turned to finish stating her opinion. Jack held a slight grin as she spoke.

"You'll be bald before your forty. You piece of shit."

The man's emerging smile fueled her ire. His calm demeanor brought her anger to a boil.

"Die, you pig." Even spitting in his direction did not earn a response.

Hanson hustled down the corridor and to a waiting taxi. He'd be across town before Janet would be dressed.

The young woman composed herself, stripping the white blouse from her body and sitting on the piano bench used at the vanity.

"I don't need him or jerks like him." Licking her lips, she took a tissue from the counter and wiped the smudged lipstick from her mouth. "I have Angelo. My Angelo will make a good husband." Pushing her lips forward, she spoke to the split screen of the mirror. "He's the only one I'd marry, and he wants me." Shrugging her shoulders, she scratched her lower lip with white teeth. "I can still get a charge from a guy when I need." This confession of future infidelity arose after seeing the slender strap of her laced bra slip down on her shoulder. "Men will always want me." A giggle, "but when I have Angelo all to myself," a broad smile took her expression. "I can pick and choose who and when." Leaning back on the bench, Janet pulled down the rest of her bra, exposing erect nipples. Her sparse eyebrows rose as did her breasts.


Fujian, China

Across the world morning broke, two lovers parted in a different way.

"Bai, are you sure its ok? Your shop?" Angelo prepared to enter the schoolhouse. The last of the children passed him, their respectful bow followed suppressed giggles at the amusing sight of their teacher and his friend.

"My angel, I love walking you to school." Bai did enjoy the modest jaunt from her residence and soon to be his. The time since their first tryst have been pure joy.

"My sister is preparing for the day when you move in." The statements held much concerning their present life. A less than enthusiastic Mei Mei would be moving into a spare room. The sisters will be separated during the night for the first time in a millennium. The blissful woman wanted all to know and be warned that the American belonged to her. Fujian is an area where a woman must have a husband to feel accepted. Bai's seldom parting from the teacher screamed out all the information she could not verbalize.

"Stop with the angel stuff. Even my mother never called me that."

Angelo found a modest rush of color to his face a frequent occurrence. Bai's sensual and at times clinging ways stood out a direct contrast to his former relationship. Even her almost maternal-like protective attitude did not cause the young American distress, years of giving his heart to one that kept it as a woman keeps costume jewelry left him in need. Her hovering nature became welcome.

"Is it true, should we marry," her lips pressed together as she took on the expression of a shy child. "My name will change to Bai of heaven?"

Angelo's appearance brought numerous smiles from the departing mothers. Though they did not understand the words, it became evident Bai had embarrassed her love, again.

Finding out the translation of Angelo's family name and the English version of his first caused Bai to float in the air, an act done in front of Xiaoqing. More than once.

"Bai, I only mentioned that." His speech stopped by her finger stroking his lips.

"You mentioned it," staring into his eyes. "Because of your character, no man could love me as you do and not want marriage." She stood erect. "Your family name means heaven." She kissed the air before his face. "And you are my sweet angel."

"Bai, please stop calling me sweet. I was a paratrooper, a sniper. Do you know what that makes me?"

"Whatever that makes you is past; our love makes you something different."

She continued to speak. The area free of prying ears, it became safe to recap their sexual adventures for the past week. Angelo's crystal blue eyes sparkled, as Bai's dark iris deepened drawing the oblivious man into her soul. A month passed since their first tryst, the bewitched lover's adoration had never faltered. He stood upon weakening knees until she released him.

"Bai, I must go." His words possessed a waning tone. They carried with them the tenor of a servant asking permission.

After a kiss on his cheek, Angelo entered the building. The tall figure's bewildered look thrown off by the shaking of his head, he regained composure.

Sometimes I feel like a little boy saying goodbye to his mommy.

Bai waited till her lover disappeared from sight before turning to return to town. The casual stride of the elated woman brought her under the eyes of two advancing figures.

"Madam Bai, you look as if struck by some kind of heavenly thunderbolt." The short squat woman in her forties kept her short black hair in a bun on top of her head.

"Oh, Zi yi, I am just thinking of the cycle of life and how wondrous things can be." Bai's smile followed her words. Turning her neck, she moved a slow hand up the back of her nape. Shaking the jet-black mane, she freed her hair to fall about her shoulders and the front of Bai's tight yellow tank top. A garment the conservative Bai added to her wardrobe after her massage of Angelo.

"Bai, this is my niece." The quiet young woman bowed. "Hui Hui is the youngest of our family, my Jie Jie's baby. As the youngest and still unmarried daughter of Zi yi's older sister, the young teenager's visit possessed a purpose.

"And why is she here?" Bai's question stunned the pair. The Immortal before them can sense a human's reason for action.

"Madam, she is here to see me." Zi yi barked, attempting to mirror Bai's stance.

Eyelids stretched as the black iris of Bai sparkled with the light of a falling star.

"Come Hui Hui, this woman does not know proper greeting to s stranger in our village." The irate aunt hustled her confused niece past the rigid figure. "You think she is here to steal your precious Xu Xian?" After the question, Zi Yi and her niece hustled down the path. The older woman need not look at Bai's reaction.

"Xu Xian? Hui Hui asked as she turned her head to see the stiffened figure of Bai.

"Yes, you would think she was the reincarnate of the White Snake."

"What?" Hui Hui's eyes matched the wide gape of Bai's, though more from fear than anger.

"Oh you are superstitious." Zi yi stated. "Let me put your mind at rest." Their pace slowed, sensing that they were out of earshot of Bai. "She is living with some American. She has his soul in her hand," a snorted laugh by the aunt. "You know these Americans?"

The young girl's expression showed her lack of knowledge. "I don't know any Americans." Long lashes batted still bewildered by her aunt's statement.

"Oh, you are too young for me to explain. They just are mystified by our eyes." A girlish giggle followed. Hui Hui nodded and continued back to town along side her aunt.

Bai's concern might have been exaggerated, but the girl's appearance did strike a cord with the jealous Immortal.

The young teenager wore waist length braids and a modest white blouse. Her aunt selected the collared shirt with its short sleeves to highlight the girl's purity. Dressing her in blue jeans, showing a shape pleasing to a man, though not clinging, finished the ensemble.

The braids hanging from each side of her scalp told any interested male, this is a pure girl that never had boyfriend.

Bai left the meeting in the same agitated state as the aunt.

Angelo is to move into her residence at the start of the Fall Semester. His application to extend his VISA had been accepted. In the preceding two weeks, the lovers would spend a night or two together at her home.

After this incident, that would not do.

"I will tell him after school, he must join me in my home, now. If he tells me something different." The woman continued to speak as if the path held listeners for her rage. "I will just look into those beautiful eyes." Bai's nostrils flexed, her sense of power over Angelo brought her a lightheaded feeling. "My sweet angel," she suppressed the giddiness crawling up her skin. "He can deny me nothing. I own his heart," a deep breath as the confident woman exhaled a mighty breath. "I am a true immortal." Her stride quickened. "He is attached to my spirit. I own his soul." Hearing her heart pound from the excited state, she stopped a few feet from the beginning sidewalk of Zhenghe.

"He is mine. Mine forever."


Note to reader:

That Bai is something. A jealous dominating personality adds much more spice to the future of this tale.

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