Chapter 34
The limo had arrived at Mok's mansion around dusk. Angel had not spoken a word during the ride and Mok thought he heard her heart cry inside.
"Where have you been?" Cindy asked, but Angel walked passed her without a word.
"Toad, I'll let you tell them," Mok said to his chauffeur and he followed Angel inside.
Angel went into Mok's garden and looked at the many roses and lotus flowers. Mok watched her, but did not intervene. She was in a state of mourning, perhaps in denial.
"Mok?" Angel called and he came to her. "Why has this all happened? Why did it have to happen?" she asked, but Mok did not have an answer for that.
He pressed a few buttons on a wall and two items appeared in his hands. One was a mug of green tea and the other was a box of dark chocolate.
"Take this," he said, handing her the mug, "It'll calm you."
Angel took a sip of the green tea and took a piece of dark chocolate and ate it.
"Angel, I am so sorry," Mok said, but she shook her head.
"It must've been fate," she replied and drank more of the tea.
"I may not have known them, but your friends didn't deserve to die," he said and she nodded.
"As you said, death is a natural part of life," Angel replied, again and finished the green tea. "That was good, what was it?"
"Green tea, my friend from rehab said it cleans you out," Mok answered and touched the mug.
At that moment, more tea had filled the mug and Angel drank it and ate another piece of chocolate.
"I should've just let Omar rot in jail and forget about him. Then, maybe my life would've been better, but I was such an idiot," she said. "I should've fought back, against his cruelty toward me, but I never thought he go this far."
"Wait a minute, what are you saying?" Mok asked and Angel looks at him.
"Before Stretch died, he said that Omar shot him and Dizzy, and I think I know why," she answered.
Mok placed a hand over his mouth. Now, they were dealing with a psychopath and Omar was perhaps planning to kill Angel.
"C'mon," he said and he touched the mug and it vanished. "It's dinnertime and I think I know what will cheer you up," he added and took her hand.
Mok led her out of the garden and into some part of the mansion Angel had not been in, the kitchen.
There were two stovetop ovens and copper pots were hung on a rack from the ceiling. An island table was in the middle of the room that had three stools.
Then, Zip entered in, wearing an apron and a chef's hat. "Welcome, Miss Angel," he said.
"Zip, we'll have the pasta, with cream sauce," Mok told him and Zip got to work.
"Zip, you can cook?" Angel asked.
"You have to try everything he makes, it's, how do you say it? Out of this world?" Mok replied and Angel chuckled.
"While I am taking care of that, how about some red wine?" Zip asked and showed them a bottle.
"Pin…pino…noir?" Angel struggled to pronounce the name.
"Pinot Noir," Mok corrected and brought two wine glasses.
"Sorry, I barely remember my high school French," she said and watched as Mok uncorked the bottle and poured the wine into her glass and then his own.
"Angel," Zip said to her, "I just want to say, um, I'm sorry about your friends."
"Thank you," she replied and took a gulp of the red wine.
"No Angel," Mok said and she looked at him as he swirled the wine in his glass and then took a sip.
"Sorry, I just feel like drinking a whole lot," she replied and she began to swirl her wine.
Zip finished cooking and gave two plates of pasta to them.
Angel took a bite and her face lit up. "This is really good," she said and ate another fork-full.
"You two can leave, uh, everything when you're finished. I'll get it when you're done," Zip said and left the kitchen.
"He's really nice, unlike his brothers," Angel said to Mok.
"Yes, he's like a child, but I guess that's his gift. I usually get annoyed by it, but now, I tolerate it," he replied.
They finished the food and the wine and they wobbled out of the kitchen.
"I'm not drunk," Angel said, but lost her footing on the stairs. "Oh, yes I am," she admitted.
"Take it easy," Mok replied, but he was really dizzy.
"How much did we drink?" she asked.
"A whole damn bottle," he answered.
"We're gonna have hangovers in the morning," Angel added and stopped in the middle of the stairs.
Mok looks at her and touches her cheek and then kisses her.
Angel deepened the kiss and their tongues danced in their mouths. Mok departed for a brief moment and asks, "Do you want to do this? I just want to make sure."
"Yes Mok," she answers, honestly, and they kissed, again.
Mok then leads her to his bedroom and takes her into his arms and places her on the bed.
He sheds his jacket and shirt and kisses Angel, again. He takes off her shirt and kisses her neck and unbuckles her bra.
He gently strokes her breast, a breath escapes from Angel's mouth and she undo's Mok's pants and he doing hers.
He gets into her legs and at first, slowly thrusts into her. "Do it…faster…" Angel demands in a breathless voice.
Mok goes faster and harder into her. The bed rocks and squeaks. Angel's heart pounds hard, the climax was coming. "No…not yet…" she says, but there was nothing to stop it.
"Angel…" Mok breathes out her name and thrusts harder.
"Mok…" she moans. 'If this is a dream, please don't wake me up,' her thoughts said to her, she felt lost in a sea of pleasure.
Their moans grow louder with every thrust. Angel digs her fingernails into Mok's back, drawing blood, but he did not mind.
"Oh God!" Angel breathed out as the climax came.
Mok slowly removes himself from her and lies down beside her. Angel lays her head on his chest. "I love you, Mok," she says to him.
"And I love you, Angel," he replies and they fell asleep.