Chapter Fourteen
Walking into the orphanage turned back time for Chloe. She felt as if she was a teenager again, looking after the little kids and praying for a couple to adopt her. She touched the walls gingerly and let her hands glide along the wooden wall panels. Time slipped away and all Chloe knew was the orphanage.
"It hasn't changed at all." She breathed, looking about the large playroom. The walls were a deep mahogany, which drew attention away from the faded blue carpet that held stains of every kind. Large bay windows let the bright sun through and cast long lines of light across the floor. Toys were placed in their prospective places and there were rocking chairs throughout the room.
"After all this time," she said, "I can't believe it's the same." There were loud shouts down the hall as a cacophony of footsteps came thundering down the stairs and across the floor towards the room. Kids of all ages and sizes ran into the playroom and pulled out the toys, filling the room with noise. In just a few seconds, the orphanage was transformed from a quiet place filled with memories to a thunderous zoo of activity.
"Let's find that bear and get out of here." Sark said, glancing about the room uneasily. Chloe looked at him and smirked.
"Don't tell me you're afraid of some harmless children." She teased.
"No." he snapped, glaring at her.
"Touché." She said with a laugh, "Come on, the nursery's this way." She led him towards the large staircase. Chloe closed her eyes and gripped the banister as she climbed the stairs. She breathed in the familiar scent of the orphanage and smiled slightly. She had been so happy to leave that placed when she was younger, but stepping through the large doors had been like coming home. Climbing the stairs swiftly, she turned to the left and walked down the narrow hallway.
"Second door on the right." She muttered, reaching the door and turning the knob slowly. The oak door opened with a squeal of protest. Inside the room lay a handful of sleeping infants. A large toy chest sat at the far end of the room and another sat by the door.
"You look through this one," she said to Sark, pointing to the chest by the door, "I'll look through that one."
"What exactly am I looking for?" Sark asked as he opened the toy box and shoved aside a doll.
"You're looking for a bear with a torn ear, and missing eye." Chloe said, shifting through her own chest, "His body is a really dark brown and he has a pale yellow stomach." Sark nodded his head and the two fell silent as they searched.
Finally, Chloe's hand brushed against something soft and familiar. With a smile, she reached deep into the toy chest and pulled out her old teddy bear.
"Julian!" she cried, hugging his worn body close to her.
"What?" Sark turned, his brow furrowed in question.
"What?" Chloe asked, confused.
"Why did you call me?" Sark said slowly, as if speaking to a child.
"Your name's Julian?" She asked, shocked.
"Yes," he nodded his head slowly.
"That's my bear's name!" Chloe cried.
"You found it?" Sark hurried to her side and took the bear from her swiftly. He took the knife from his shoe and started to dig it into the bear's stomach.
"What are you doing?" Chloe said, yanking the knife away from Sark.
"I'm getting the damn disk," he said, trying to get the knife back from her, "what did you think I was doing?"
"You can't cut Julian up." She said, tearing the bear from Sark's grasp, "That's not right."
"Well how do you suggest we get the disk out of him?" Sark looked at her with his eyebrows raised in question.
"We take him back to the safe house and cut along the seams," Chloe said, looking at Sark as if he was a simpleton, "that way, we can sew him back up when we're done." she smiled up at him, happy with her solution.
"Fine," he said, "now let's go." He turned around and stormed out of the nursery. With a triumphant smile, Chloe followed him out into the hall, the bear tucked safely under her arm. They walked in silence down the stairs. Just as Sark was reaching to open the door that led outside, Mother Francis, the nun in charge of the orphanage, walked out from playroom into the entrance hall.
"Holy Mother Mary," she said, crossing herself swiftly, "is that you Chloe?"
"Hello Mother Francis." Chloe said, inclining her head towards the old nun. During the years that Chloe had lived with the Vaughns, the nun had aged considerably. The lines in her face had deepened to wrinkles, and there were large bags beneath her harried eyes.
"I didn't know you and your husband were coming in," the old nun said.
"Oh, he's not my husband." Chloe quickly corrected the woman. She looked up at Sark and caught his smirk as he slid his arm around her waist easily. Fire sprouted from his touch and consumed her whole body, making it hard to breathe. She leaned against him for support as her legs turned to jelly.
"Julian Sark," he said, extending his hand towards the nun, "I'm Chloe's fiancée."
Sark could hardly keep the smirk from climbing up his face. It was too funny to think that this nun thought he and Chloe were married. He could not deny that they fought like an old married couple, but who could mistake them as actually being married? It was absurd.
It made him uneasy how easily his arm slipped around Chloe, and how perfectly it fit around her waist. He felt her fall into him and thought that she was playing along with the ruse. He couldn't possibly have known of the butterflies that were fluttering about in her stomach. He looked down into her upturned face as Mother Francis congratulated them on their "engagement," and it was all he could do not to pull her to him and kiss her right there. Her eyes stared into his, wide with surprise, the dark hazel depths full of confusion. He looked at her, and then cast a quick glance at Mother Francis. Chloe seemed to understand what he meant. She turned her gaze away from Sark and faced the nun.
"We really must be going now Mother Francis," she said politely, "we've got so much work to do before the wedding."
"Of course, of course," the nun said, "I wish you both luck and happiness."
"Thank you." Chloe smiled and Sark guided her subtly towards the door and opened it.
"Good day Mother Francis." He said with a nod. The nun waved at them as they exited the orphanage.
"I can't believe she didn't even notice the bear." Sark said with a chuckle once they were safely in the car and heading back towards the safe house.
"Me neither." Chloe said, her arms wrapped protectively around her old teddy bear. Sark glanced over at her and remembered just how nice it had felt to have her in his arms. Chloe's gaze was fixed on the road ahead of them, leaving him free to look at her without her knowing. He glanced back at the road, then back at Chloe. She sighed lightly and leaned her head against the cold glass window.
"What was that for?" he asked.
"I miss my parents." She said quietly, and he could clearly hear the sorrow in her voice. Not knowing what he was doing, Sark took a hand off the wheel, reached over, and took one of her hands in his.
"Once we find out what's on this disk," he said, "you can go home."
"I know," she said before turning her attention back to the scenery flashing by the window. They rode in silence, their hands tightly clasped together for the rest of the ride.
Carefully Chloe cut the seams of her teddy bear's stomach with a pair of scissors. It was almost like a way of burying her past as she continued to cut away at the old and matted teddy bear. Finally, she had cleanly cut his stomach off and she carefully pulled it off. The stuffing was all matted down and it was easy enough for Chloe to pull it out. There was nothing inside the bear, so she pulled at the stuffing until she found a plain gray disk.
"I found it!" she cried. Sark came hurrying out of the kitchen, where Chloe had banished him to when he kept bugging her about cutting into the bear. She held it out to him and he took it from her, his eyes gazing at it awestruck.
"This is it," he said, his voice far away, contemplating. He looked down at Chloe who was seated on the couch. "You know what this means don't you?" he said. She nodded. It meant she could go home and forget this whole ordeal ever happened. She could go on with her life, go back to school, and be with her parents again. But as she looked up at Sark, she realized that perhaps she didn't want everything to go back to normal.
Slowly, Sark placed his laptop on top of the coffee table, booted it up, and inserted the disk. The two exchanged one last look before returning their attention to the computer screen. Sark clicked a button, and the contents of the disk appeared on the screen. Columns of names, dates, and numbers covered the screen. Sark scrolled down the columns slowly so that they could read them.
"What do you think it is?" Chloe asked. Sark shook his head.
"I don't know." he said, his eyes fixated screen.
"Wait!" Chloe cried as he scrolled down a column, "Go back." Looking at her as if she were crazy, Sark scrolled back up. "There," she pointed at a name on the screen, "Gogolack." She said, "That was my mother's last name." She looked across the three lists to read the information. "Kevin Gogolack. May 19, 1997. 50719-3824. What the hell does that mean?" She asked.
"Your guess is as good as mine." Sark said, studying the screen. Chloe sighed and sank back into the sofa, letting the large, puffy cushions swallow her.
"Great," she said, "so we find the disk and we don't even know what it means. This is just great." She covered her face with her hands and beat her head against the back of the couch.
"Stop that." Sark said, grabbing her hands and pulling them away from her face. "You'll give yourself brain damage if you keep doing that."
"I don't care." She said, continuing to beat her head against the couch, "Maybe it'll knock the answer into my head if I keep doing it." Sark put his hands on either side of Chloe's head and held it gently. Even if he hadn't been holding her, Chloe didn't think she would be able to move. Sark's eyes paralyzed her; the icy blue depths of them sucked her in. Her heart pounded inside her ribcage and her breathing suddenly became harsh and uneven. Sark's hands burned her, but she didn't want to pull away, she was too afraid that the moment would vanish if she did. Taking in a large breath of air, Chloe tried to calm her racing heart. She closed her eyes tightly and tried desperately to douse the fire that consumed her. Pulling away was an easy thing to imagine, but so much harder to do.
"Please Sark, don't do this." she breathed, her voice weak and raspy.
"Do what?" He asked, his own voice filled with emotions that Chloe could not even guess at. Chloe looked down at her hands, which she wrung in nervousness. Sark hooked his finger beneath her chin, forcing her head up. But Chloe refused to look at him, and closed her eyes so that she would not have to look into his. "Look at me." he said softly, his tone so gentle she could do nothing but what he asked. Her eyes fluttered open, and her lips parted instinctively.
Sark couldn't control his emotions. Chloe's skin felt so soft beneath his hands, her skin was like silk under his fingers. He could feel her pulse throbbing, and his own pulse sped up to match hers. His own heart was pounding and his gaze drifted from her eyes to her full, red, kissable lips. Sark was quickly losing his control; he didn't know how much longer he could keep from crushing his mouth to hers.
"I can't do this." Chloe whispered, shaking her head slightly.
"Why not?" he asked, wanting so badly to kiss her.
"It's just not right." She said.
"Why?" He asked. Sark so desperately wanted to kiss her, but there was no way he could unless Chloe wanted to kiss him back. He traced his thumb across her lower lip seductively. He leaned in closer and could feel Chloe tense. "Relax," he whispered, "just do what feels right."
"What feels right." She murmured, her eyes staring into his intensely. He moved in again. Sark heard Chloe breathe in deeply. He looked back into her eyes, only to find that they were closed tightly. He couldn't help but smirk as he looked at her upturned face. Moving in slowly, he gently brushed his lips against hers and immediately lost all self-control. Her lips were soft and tasted like vanilla lip-gloss.
Sark moved his lips against Chloe's, devouring her taste like a starving man. He smirked when he heard Chloe moan against his mouth.
Chloe was in complete heaven. As Sark's lips moved against hers, she had no idea why she had put up any fight at all when he had first moved in. His kiss was gentle at first, but as the kiss became more heated, he deepened it. Her hands traveled up his muscular arms, across his broad shoulders, and came to rest on his sculpted back. Sark tilted her head back as his hands played with her hair, and his tongue brushed against her lower lip. She let her mouth open slightly, complying to his silent request. She moaned low in her throat as his tongue brushed hers.
Her knees trembled as their tongues dueled, and she was grateful to be sitting down. Her hands shook faintly and she could not control her thundering pulse. A whimper escaped her mouth as Sark's hand slipped down her torso, lightly brushing against the side of her breast, and came to rest on her waist. She was breathless when Sark finally pulled away from her.
Sark studied Chloe's face as he pulled away. Her eyes remained closed for a little while before fluttering open and revealing the desire that she had for him. He brushed the hair out of her face gently.
"Are you gonna put up another fuss if I try to kiss you again?" he smirked. Chloe shook her head and Sark moved in again. The sound of clapping hands interrupted him though, and he pulled away from Chloe and looked towards the door.
Devin stood before them, glaring down at them with the iciest glare Sark had ever seen.
"How touching." He said sarcastically. "Now if you don't mind, I'll take that disk now."
"What are you talking about Devin?" Sark asked gruffly.
"Don't play dumb Julian," Devin scoffed, "I know you have the disk, and I want it."
"And you think I'm actually just gonna hand it over to you?" Sark said.
"Yes." His friend said, pulling a gun from inside his jacket and aiming it at Chloe. Sark looked from the man he thought he had known to the woman he had just kissed. He stood quickly and drew his own gun. Devin smirked lightly.
"You really think you can kill me before I kill her?" he asked, rolling his eyes.
"Drop the gun Devin," Sark ordered.
"Let me think for a second...no." Devin said.
"Don't think I won't shoot you." Sark thundered.
"Ha, don't make me laugh Julian. You shoot me and I shoot her." Sark looked from Devin to Chloe then back again. "If you love her Julian, you'll drop the gun." Sark didn't know what to do. Did he put the gun down and let Devin shoot Chloe, or shoot Devin and risk Chloe being shot. Either way it was a lose-lose situation.
Haha, another famous cliffhanger from your truly. Lol. I hope you all liked the chapter, and I hope you all enjoyed the "Sarky lovin'" I put in. For one who's never been kissed, I sure can write about one. Lol. Well, I hope you all will review and tell me what you thought. And if y'all ever get the chance, check out my other two stories Desert Mirage, and The Sea Calls My Name. Thanks again for reading.
Jun Ionyra: Hey, I love to have new readers and I'm so glad that you enjoyed this story enough to review it. I hope you'll continue to read and review.
Beautiful Tragedy: What wouldn't we ALL do to have our hands on Sark's chest? Lol.
Serindipity: At first, I sort of imagined Devin as a Weiss sort of character myself. Then I thought, "why not have Devin fight Sark for Chloe?" But that wasn't a very good idea, so then I decided on the idea that I'll be using in the next chapter.
Masta D, csk8-20, wicked-sista, soccerchic1099, majesticness, Eyghon, and Zeriae: Thank you all so much for reading and reviewing this story.
Walking into the orphanage turned back time for Chloe. She felt as if she was a teenager again, looking after the little kids and praying for a couple to adopt her. She touched the walls gingerly and let her hands glide along the wooden wall panels. Time slipped away and all Chloe knew was the orphanage.
"It hasn't changed at all." She breathed, looking about the large playroom. The walls were a deep mahogany, which drew attention away from the faded blue carpet that held stains of every kind. Large bay windows let the bright sun through and cast long lines of light across the floor. Toys were placed in their prospective places and there were rocking chairs throughout the room.
"After all this time," she said, "I can't believe it's the same." There were loud shouts down the hall as a cacophony of footsteps came thundering down the stairs and across the floor towards the room. Kids of all ages and sizes ran into the playroom and pulled out the toys, filling the room with noise. In just a few seconds, the orphanage was transformed from a quiet place filled with memories to a thunderous zoo of activity.
"Let's find that bear and get out of here." Sark said, glancing about the room uneasily. Chloe looked at him and smirked.
"Don't tell me you're afraid of some harmless children." She teased.
"No." he snapped, glaring at her.
"Touché." She said with a laugh, "Come on, the nursery's this way." She led him towards the large staircase. Chloe closed her eyes and gripped the banister as she climbed the stairs. She breathed in the familiar scent of the orphanage and smiled slightly. She had been so happy to leave that placed when she was younger, but stepping through the large doors had been like coming home. Climbing the stairs swiftly, she turned to the left and walked down the narrow hallway.
"Second door on the right." She muttered, reaching the door and turning the knob slowly. The oak door opened with a squeal of protest. Inside the room lay a handful of sleeping infants. A large toy chest sat at the far end of the room and another sat by the door.
"You look through this one," she said to Sark, pointing to the chest by the door, "I'll look through that one."
"What exactly am I looking for?" Sark asked as he opened the toy box and shoved aside a doll.
"You're looking for a bear with a torn ear, and missing eye." Chloe said, shifting through her own chest, "His body is a really dark brown and he has a pale yellow stomach." Sark nodded his head and the two fell silent as they searched.
Finally, Chloe's hand brushed against something soft and familiar. With a smile, she reached deep into the toy chest and pulled out her old teddy bear.
"Julian!" she cried, hugging his worn body close to her.
"What?" Sark turned, his brow furrowed in question.
"What?" Chloe asked, confused.
"Why did you call me?" Sark said slowly, as if speaking to a child.
"Your name's Julian?" She asked, shocked.
"Yes," he nodded his head slowly.
"That's my bear's name!" Chloe cried.
"You found it?" Sark hurried to her side and took the bear from her swiftly. He took the knife from his shoe and started to dig it into the bear's stomach.
"What are you doing?" Chloe said, yanking the knife away from Sark.
"I'm getting the damn disk," he said, trying to get the knife back from her, "what did you think I was doing?"
"You can't cut Julian up." She said, tearing the bear from Sark's grasp, "That's not right."
"Well how do you suggest we get the disk out of him?" Sark looked at her with his eyebrows raised in question.
"We take him back to the safe house and cut along the seams," Chloe said, looking at Sark as if he was a simpleton, "that way, we can sew him back up when we're done." she smiled up at him, happy with her solution.
"Fine," he said, "now let's go." He turned around and stormed out of the nursery. With a triumphant smile, Chloe followed him out into the hall, the bear tucked safely under her arm. They walked in silence down the stairs. Just as Sark was reaching to open the door that led outside, Mother Francis, the nun in charge of the orphanage, walked out from playroom into the entrance hall.
"Holy Mother Mary," she said, crossing herself swiftly, "is that you Chloe?"
"Hello Mother Francis." Chloe said, inclining her head towards the old nun. During the years that Chloe had lived with the Vaughns, the nun had aged considerably. The lines in her face had deepened to wrinkles, and there were large bags beneath her harried eyes.
"I didn't know you and your husband were coming in," the old nun said.
"Oh, he's not my husband." Chloe quickly corrected the woman. She looked up at Sark and caught his smirk as he slid his arm around her waist easily. Fire sprouted from his touch and consumed her whole body, making it hard to breathe. She leaned against him for support as her legs turned to jelly.
"Julian Sark," he said, extending his hand towards the nun, "I'm Chloe's fiancée."
Sark could hardly keep the smirk from climbing up his face. It was too funny to think that this nun thought he and Chloe were married. He could not deny that they fought like an old married couple, but who could mistake them as actually being married? It was absurd.
It made him uneasy how easily his arm slipped around Chloe, and how perfectly it fit around her waist. He felt her fall into him and thought that she was playing along with the ruse. He couldn't possibly have known of the butterflies that were fluttering about in her stomach. He looked down into her upturned face as Mother Francis congratulated them on their "engagement," and it was all he could do not to pull her to him and kiss her right there. Her eyes stared into his, wide with surprise, the dark hazel depths full of confusion. He looked at her, and then cast a quick glance at Mother Francis. Chloe seemed to understand what he meant. She turned her gaze away from Sark and faced the nun.
"We really must be going now Mother Francis," she said politely, "we've got so much work to do before the wedding."
"Of course, of course," the nun said, "I wish you both luck and happiness."
"Thank you." Chloe smiled and Sark guided her subtly towards the door and opened it.
"Good day Mother Francis." He said with a nod. The nun waved at them as they exited the orphanage.
"I can't believe she didn't even notice the bear." Sark said with a chuckle once they were safely in the car and heading back towards the safe house.
"Me neither." Chloe said, her arms wrapped protectively around her old teddy bear. Sark glanced over at her and remembered just how nice it had felt to have her in his arms. Chloe's gaze was fixed on the road ahead of them, leaving him free to look at her without her knowing. He glanced back at the road, then back at Chloe. She sighed lightly and leaned her head against the cold glass window.
"What was that for?" he asked.
"I miss my parents." She said quietly, and he could clearly hear the sorrow in her voice. Not knowing what he was doing, Sark took a hand off the wheel, reached over, and took one of her hands in his.
"Once we find out what's on this disk," he said, "you can go home."
"I know," she said before turning her attention back to the scenery flashing by the window. They rode in silence, their hands tightly clasped together for the rest of the ride.
Carefully Chloe cut the seams of her teddy bear's stomach with a pair of scissors. It was almost like a way of burying her past as she continued to cut away at the old and matted teddy bear. Finally, she had cleanly cut his stomach off and she carefully pulled it off. The stuffing was all matted down and it was easy enough for Chloe to pull it out. There was nothing inside the bear, so she pulled at the stuffing until she found a plain gray disk.
"I found it!" she cried. Sark came hurrying out of the kitchen, where Chloe had banished him to when he kept bugging her about cutting into the bear. She held it out to him and he took it from her, his eyes gazing at it awestruck.
"This is it," he said, his voice far away, contemplating. He looked down at Chloe who was seated on the couch. "You know what this means don't you?" he said. She nodded. It meant she could go home and forget this whole ordeal ever happened. She could go on with her life, go back to school, and be with her parents again. But as she looked up at Sark, she realized that perhaps she didn't want everything to go back to normal.
Slowly, Sark placed his laptop on top of the coffee table, booted it up, and inserted the disk. The two exchanged one last look before returning their attention to the computer screen. Sark clicked a button, and the contents of the disk appeared on the screen. Columns of names, dates, and numbers covered the screen. Sark scrolled down the columns slowly so that they could read them.
"What do you think it is?" Chloe asked. Sark shook his head.
"I don't know." he said, his eyes fixated screen.
"Wait!" Chloe cried as he scrolled down a column, "Go back." Looking at her as if she were crazy, Sark scrolled back up. "There," she pointed at a name on the screen, "Gogolack." She said, "That was my mother's last name." She looked across the three lists to read the information. "Kevin Gogolack. May 19, 1997. 50719-3824. What the hell does that mean?" She asked.
"Your guess is as good as mine." Sark said, studying the screen. Chloe sighed and sank back into the sofa, letting the large, puffy cushions swallow her.
"Great," she said, "so we find the disk and we don't even know what it means. This is just great." She covered her face with her hands and beat her head against the back of the couch.
"Stop that." Sark said, grabbing her hands and pulling them away from her face. "You'll give yourself brain damage if you keep doing that."
"I don't care." She said, continuing to beat her head against the couch, "Maybe it'll knock the answer into my head if I keep doing it." Sark put his hands on either side of Chloe's head and held it gently. Even if he hadn't been holding her, Chloe didn't think she would be able to move. Sark's eyes paralyzed her; the icy blue depths of them sucked her in. Her heart pounded inside her ribcage and her breathing suddenly became harsh and uneven. Sark's hands burned her, but she didn't want to pull away, she was too afraid that the moment would vanish if she did. Taking in a large breath of air, Chloe tried to calm her racing heart. She closed her eyes tightly and tried desperately to douse the fire that consumed her. Pulling away was an easy thing to imagine, but so much harder to do.
"Please Sark, don't do this." she breathed, her voice weak and raspy.
"Do what?" He asked, his own voice filled with emotions that Chloe could not even guess at. Chloe looked down at her hands, which she wrung in nervousness. Sark hooked his finger beneath her chin, forcing her head up. But Chloe refused to look at him, and closed her eyes so that she would not have to look into his. "Look at me." he said softly, his tone so gentle she could do nothing but what he asked. Her eyes fluttered open, and her lips parted instinctively.
Sark couldn't control his emotions. Chloe's skin felt so soft beneath his hands, her skin was like silk under his fingers. He could feel her pulse throbbing, and his own pulse sped up to match hers. His own heart was pounding and his gaze drifted from her eyes to her full, red, kissable lips. Sark was quickly losing his control; he didn't know how much longer he could keep from crushing his mouth to hers.
"I can't do this." Chloe whispered, shaking her head slightly.
"Why not?" he asked, wanting so badly to kiss her.
"It's just not right." She said.
"Why?" He asked. Sark so desperately wanted to kiss her, but there was no way he could unless Chloe wanted to kiss him back. He traced his thumb across her lower lip seductively. He leaned in closer and could feel Chloe tense. "Relax," he whispered, "just do what feels right."
"What feels right." She murmured, her eyes staring into his intensely. He moved in again. Sark heard Chloe breathe in deeply. He looked back into her eyes, only to find that they were closed tightly. He couldn't help but smirk as he looked at her upturned face. Moving in slowly, he gently brushed his lips against hers and immediately lost all self-control. Her lips were soft and tasted like vanilla lip-gloss.
Sark moved his lips against Chloe's, devouring her taste like a starving man. He smirked when he heard Chloe moan against his mouth.
Chloe was in complete heaven. As Sark's lips moved against hers, she had no idea why she had put up any fight at all when he had first moved in. His kiss was gentle at first, but as the kiss became more heated, he deepened it. Her hands traveled up his muscular arms, across his broad shoulders, and came to rest on his sculpted back. Sark tilted her head back as his hands played with her hair, and his tongue brushed against her lower lip. She let her mouth open slightly, complying to his silent request. She moaned low in her throat as his tongue brushed hers.
Her knees trembled as their tongues dueled, and she was grateful to be sitting down. Her hands shook faintly and she could not control her thundering pulse. A whimper escaped her mouth as Sark's hand slipped down her torso, lightly brushing against the side of her breast, and came to rest on her waist. She was breathless when Sark finally pulled away from her.
Sark studied Chloe's face as he pulled away. Her eyes remained closed for a little while before fluttering open and revealing the desire that she had for him. He brushed the hair out of her face gently.
"Are you gonna put up another fuss if I try to kiss you again?" he smirked. Chloe shook her head and Sark moved in again. The sound of clapping hands interrupted him though, and he pulled away from Chloe and looked towards the door.
Devin stood before them, glaring down at them with the iciest glare Sark had ever seen.
"How touching." He said sarcastically. "Now if you don't mind, I'll take that disk now."
"What are you talking about Devin?" Sark asked gruffly.
"Don't play dumb Julian," Devin scoffed, "I know you have the disk, and I want it."
"And you think I'm actually just gonna hand it over to you?" Sark said.
"Yes." His friend said, pulling a gun from inside his jacket and aiming it at Chloe. Sark looked from the man he thought he had known to the woman he had just kissed. He stood quickly and drew his own gun. Devin smirked lightly.
"You really think you can kill me before I kill her?" he asked, rolling his eyes.
"Drop the gun Devin," Sark ordered.
"Let me think for a second...no." Devin said.
"Don't think I won't shoot you." Sark thundered.
"Ha, don't make me laugh Julian. You shoot me and I shoot her." Sark looked from Devin to Chloe then back again. "If you love her Julian, you'll drop the gun." Sark didn't know what to do. Did he put the gun down and let Devin shoot Chloe, or shoot Devin and risk Chloe being shot. Either way it was a lose-lose situation.
Haha, another famous cliffhanger from your truly. Lol. I hope you all liked the chapter, and I hope you all enjoyed the "Sarky lovin'" I put in. For one who's never been kissed, I sure can write about one. Lol. Well, I hope you all will review and tell me what you thought. And if y'all ever get the chance, check out my other two stories Desert Mirage, and The Sea Calls My Name. Thanks again for reading.
Jun Ionyra: Hey, I love to have new readers and I'm so glad that you enjoyed this story enough to review it. I hope you'll continue to read and review.
Beautiful Tragedy: What wouldn't we ALL do to have our hands on Sark's chest? Lol.
Serindipity: At first, I sort of imagined Devin as a Weiss sort of character myself. Then I thought, "why not have Devin fight Sark for Chloe?" But that wasn't a very good idea, so then I decided on the idea that I'll be using in the next chapter.
Masta D, csk8-20, wicked-sista, soccerchic1099, majesticness, Eyghon, and Zeriae: Thank you all so much for reading and reviewing this story.