This is an edited version for this chapter because of a lemon. The lemon is now located on adultfanfiction. net. Just take out the spaces.
Thomas's fingers skimmed quickly over the keyboard setting something up on his computer while Van and Fiona both stood rather bored off to the side. He was trying to show him the system he had been talking about but it seemed to be acting up a little bit that day.
"I swear, if I knew that it was going to take this long Thomas I would have brought a magazine," Van said in a bored tone causing a slight giggle to be released from Fiona's mouth. "Although you created it, it is almost as if you know nothing about it," he said from his seat with his head leaning against the palm of his hand while he let out a loud yawn to show his boredom.
"Shut up Van. This is a very complex piece of machinery. It is something that a small mind like you won't be able to understand in a hundred years. I created it so I have a great understanding for it. Only its creator, me, knows everything that there is to know about it," Thomas spoke without taking his eyes off of the screen while still typing on the keyboard.
Van just shook his head with a small sigh before looking over towards Fiona. She appeared to be lost deep within her thoughts. Her eyes held a sadness to them that Van had to wonder what it was that she was thinking about in order to put that sort of look on her normally beautiful face. He thought that it should be illegal for someone like her to look that sad.
Fiona stared through the large room of the normally gorgeous house. She had actually been to this place many times before. It happened to be his house when the two of them were still dating. She was still unsure how it was that Thomas had actually managed to get it in his possession.
"The program that I created so many years ago is beyond anything that anyone has ever seen. It can do just about anything if you wanted it to," said Thomas smiling proudly finally looking up from the screen at the two bored guests. He figured that the two of them would be very impressed with it.
"Can it order a pizza? All this waiting has made me very hungry," said Van finally sitting straight up in the chair with Fiona doing the exact same thing. His little comment once again elicited a giggle from Fiona making him feel better because he did not want to see her sad in any way.
Thomas couldn't help the growl of annoyance that was coming up from within his throat. Van was just making this all seem like it was some sort of joke. Yet Thomas was doing his best in order to try and impress Fiona but she was actually laughing at what Van was saying. "Yes it can but I am not going to use it for some so stupid," Thomas growled out.
"Then what are you going to use it for? Finding a date? Because it is pretty clear that you won't be able to find one any other way," Van said before this time breaking out into full-blown laughter. He felt Fiona lightly hit him on the arm but it did her no good because he heard her start to laugh along with him soon afterwards.
Thomas was glaring daggers at Van while Van tried to stop his laughing. "I wouldn't exactly be talking Van when you aren't exactly going on any dates either," Thomas roared angrily standing up from his seats.
Van wasn't even the least bit fazed by Thomas's outburst. He was still chuckling a little. "I have reasons. You on the other hand have none whatsoever," Van says watching Thomas waiting for a reaction that he knew was bound to come.
"Oh really then. I would be very glad to hear some of them," said Thomas figuring that Van wouldn't actually be able to come up with some sort of response. This gave him a sense of pride thinking that he had finally won one of the arguments that the two of them had.
"That†is a secret," said Van with a confident smirk. There were so many things that Thomas didn't know about him because he was way too dense to even try to learn a little bit about him. "Besides, don't you know it is rude to pry into a persons personal life," Van continued as an afterthought.
Thomas was becoming very tired with their argument especially because he knew that he was losing. "That is just an excuse because you can't come up with an answer to prove that you are right," Thomas muttered under his breath while leaning back in his chair.
"You forget Thomas that I am one of the biggest lawyers in this country. I have had many women who wanted to be with me. I have turned them all down though for reasons I don't feel to discuss," Van said hoping to end the conversation before he embarrassed Thomas more. Although he actually thought that it would be a lot of fun. He had won better arguments with people far more skilled than Thomas was anyways so he considered this to be an easy victory.
"You may be one of the best lawyers but I am also a very rich businessman. There are women lined up to be with me," Thomas said sticking his head up into the air but it fell when Van broke out laughing once again.
"If I remember reading this one report right, the power of one of the companies that you own, which in the past has been considered the most powerful, has significantly dropped. That proves that you are very ignorant about a lot of things. You look on the bright side instead of trying to fix the many problems that your employees are having," Van said suddenly growing a bit agitated.
"Let me run my business my way Van. It has worked just fine ever since I took over. The previous owner chose me to take it over, over his own son. That proves that I was the right person for the job," said Thomas causing the once simple argument to turn into a lot higher proportions.
"Thomas, you obviously don't know the first thing about any of this. Your only way to get things done is by using your money. You need help; you use your money to make other do it. You get in trouble; you use your money to get out of it," said Van. He would have continued but Fiona stood up very suddenly and pretty much ran out of the room. 'Fiona,' thought Van watching the beautiful young woman leave. He knew maybe he had said something wrong.
"Great now look what you did," yelled Thomas standing up but he couldn't continue before the phone on the desk rung. He picked it up and talked to it for a few minutes before hanging it up. "You got lucky that I have to get to a meeting or I wouldn't stop yelling," said Thomas leaving the room.
Van just watched as he did that shaking his head before leaving the room. He knew that there were things that he had to do as well, like make sure that Fiona was all right.
Fiona stood in front of a mirror staring deep into her reflection. Her eyes held a sudden deep sadness within them. Van words really seemed to go deep into Fiona's being which was what caused the sadness.
Fiona carefully went to the bottom of her shirt and slowly lifted it up just a little to reveal a nearly faded small scar on the side of her abdomen. Her fingers traced it while she heard the sound of the door to the room opening and closing but she didn't have to look at the person in order to know who it was.
"It is very hard to rid yourself of the scars of the past, especially ones that you wish for nothing more than to be able to forget about," Van said walking up from behind Fiona and placing his hand over it and slowly rubbing it a bit in a soothing manner that sent a shiver down Fiona's spine from the pleasure that it seemed to be having on her.
"I wanted it so badly and for a little while I had it only to have it taken away from me so quickly. Now it almost impossible for me to ever be able to get it again," Fiona finally spoke placing her hand over Van's in order to keep it over the long held scar on her side. Her eyes were so sad, a look that wasn't very suiting for Fiona.
"Come on Fiona. Wipe that frown off your face. It isn't suited for a beautiful face such as yours," Van said giving Fiona a smile while his free hand reached up and cupped Fiona cheek lightly and moving it so that it faced him. "Soon everything will all be behind you. I am almost sure of it," he said causing Fiona to smile. The mere sight of the smile made him extremely happy.
Fiona smiled looking down at Van while he kneeled in front of her. He was always so kind and sweet to her. "How is it that you can be so sure about that?" she just had to ask with a faint smile placed on her face.
"It is just my intuition but it is usually always right," he said standing to his full height so that he was at least a head taller than her. He very quickly dipped his head down to her level and kissed her fully on the mouth with a soul searing, very passionate kiss. He broke it after a few moments and just stared down at her. "Come on. Why don't we go get something to eat? Thomas isn't here now because of a meeting," he said taking her hand and leading her out of the room.
It didn't take very long however before Fiona noticed that he was not taking them towards the kitchen but actually in the direction of his room. Not that she really minded though. "I thought that you said that you wanted to get something to eat, this is definitely not the way to the kitchen," she said with a small smirk while she was led easily in that direction.
"I never said that I was hungry for food Fiona," he said smirking while he pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately which she very quickly reciprocated. He was extremely glad that Thomas had that meeting to go to. It just meant that he would have more time to be with Fiona without having to worry about Thomas walking in on them.
Using only his foot, Van managed to kick his door open enough for them to get in without him having to break the kiss that he had with Fiona. He kicked it close and locked it very quickly using only one hand while the other hand kept a tight hold around Fiona's waist.
"What about Thomas?" Fiona asked already working n trying to remove Van's shirt from his pants. He released his hold of her for a few seconds in order to lift his arms in the air so that Fiona could easily pull it over his head.
"He will be out for the rest of the night so we don't have to worry about him barging in anytime soon," Van said attacking her once again with a passionate kiss that sent the breath out of her. While he did this, his hands worked their way through the buttons on Fiona's blouse. It was soon pulled off of her and joined Van's shirt on the floor.
"Good," was all that Fiona managed to say before she was thrown back onto the bed with Van coming down upon it with her. Their lips sealed again while their little intimate session only got more heated.
Fiona laid her head against his well-chiseled chest breathing heavily for a few minutes after what had happened between the two of them. That had to have been the best she had had in a very long time. She could feel him growing limp inside of her and reluctantly got off of him and rolled to the side putting her head back on his chest. She suddenly heard a light chuckling and looked up towards Van. "What is so funny, might I ask?" Fiona asked looking at Van intently.
"It is nothing really. I am just remembering something that Thomas said a few days ago. He actually thought you were a virgin," Van replied before breaking into louder laughter.
Fiona seemed to blush a few shades of red before she playfully hit Van in the chest. "You're awful, you know that?" she asked looking him straight in the eye. There was no hiding the amusement that was clearly present within them at Van's little comment about Thomas.
"I've been told that several time in fact," he said with a proud look within his eyes while he looked down at Fiona with a loving expression placed on his face. Something seemed to come to mind at that moment that made Van's face seem to light up quite a bit. He quickly got up from the bed and started to walk towards the door but Fiona caught his arm and tried to pull him back. "Don't worry, there is just something that I have to do really quickly," Van say placing a warm hand over Fiona and she reluctantly go of Van before he left.
Van walked back through the halls and into the room that him, Thomas, and Fiona had been in earlier that day talking about the system. Thomas still wasn't back from his meeting and it was nearly one in the morning. Van was glad to see that the doors to the room was still opened and even more glad to see that Thomas was a bit careless when he decided to leave the house.
Van walked silently over to the desk to see that the computer screen was still on and that the beak system was still attached to it. Van sat down in the chair that was behind the desk, The room all around him seemed rather plain from what Van was sure that it could have once of been.
Van stared down at the screen with all of these complex numbers across the screen in the color green for the background. He stared at it and looked over all of the numbers as if he actually knew what it was that all of it actually meant. He just remained there for a few moments staring at it all.
After a while of staring it over in some sort of understanding, van placed his hands on the keyboard and started to type at an extremely quick speed that was at least three of four times faster than that of what Thomas was able to do earlier in the day when he was typing on the same thing.
His fingers continued to very skillfully and without any mistakes fly across the keyboard for a few minutes before he came to a stop and looked over all that he had typed upon the computer. Satisfied with it all, Van hit the enter key and stood up and walked out of the room without a single thought of what he had done.
The computer remained on for a few seconds before it suddenly shut off. It remained that way before it turned back on only with a slightly different look to it with a silver background instead of its other green one and it was also moving at a much faster speed.
Van continued to walk down the hall and saw a now fully clothed Fiona standing there waiting for him. 'Thomas made a hell of a lot of mistakes with it. It wasn't even moving half as fast as it normally should,' Van thought stopping next to Fiona and smiling at her before the two walked down the stairs and out of the house.
Fiona walked over to where her car was parked and stop before she opened the door and turned around so that she was facing Van. She faced him with a smirked placed on her face before she strode the few steps to him and their lips locked in a very passionate kiss.
"Behave yourself," Van teased once they parted from the others lips and Fiona got into her car about to drive the distance back to her house. He loved the sound of slight chuckling that came from Fiona mouth when he said that.
"You have nothing to worry about there. It is you that I think should behave," she replied before shifting her car into reverse and pulled away from Van while he just waved goodbye to her.
Van was left alone then. He hated being alone but he knew that he would have to put up with it for the time being. He turned around and started to walk back into the house. He turned around when he thought he heard something but when he saw that there was nothing there, he turned right back around and walked back into the mansion with a bright smile on his face.
Unbeknownst to Van, Thomas was standing there hidden away while he watched the scene that had just occurred between Van and Fiona with fury in his eyes. He had come back early that night only to find Van and Fiona kissing in his own driveway.
'What the hell was it that Van was thinking? He knew very well that I wanted to have Fiona and here he is kissing the woman of my dreams that should have been mine from the very beginning,' Thomas thought with a fury that he hadn't had in such a long time. It was only something he remembered in the past when he saw Fiona with somebody else that wasn't him. 'Van has to be up to something,' Thomas thought.
Thomas reached into his pocket and pulling out a cell phone. He flipped it open and dialed in a number. He knew that it was late at night but he was sure that the person that he wanted to talk to was still up and working. It rang a few times before a man picked it up. "Hello?" the man said on the other side of the phone not really sounding like he wanted to answer right then.
"Yes, I have a bit of a job I want you to do for me. Can you get me some information on a man that goes by the name of Van Flyheight," Thomas said and waited for a reply from the man on the other side of the line. He didn't here anything so he continued. "I will be sure to pay you nicely if you do this for me," Thomas said knowing this person couldn't say no to money.
"Well then, just give me a few moments while I quickly check up on it," the man said placing the phone down and Thomas could distinctly hear the sound of typing upon a computer on the other end.
It remained that way for a number of minutes before the man picked up the phone and spoke once again. The voice sounded tired at that moment though. "Lets see, Van Flyheight. Age twenty-five, occupation lawyer," the man said but it wasn't the type of things that Thomas was looking for because he already knew all of these things about Van.
"Look I already know all that about him. I need to know stuff that I don't know about him," Thomas said very annoyed that he didn't hear what it was that he wanted to know.
The man didn't really want to get on Thomas's nerves because in a way Thomas held his job within his hands. The man spoke unsure of whether this information was something that Thomas actually wanted to hear. "He married?"