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**Chapter 45**

Her hair was still damp from the shower and when I wrapped my arms around her dainty waist and buried my face against her shoulder she sighed deeply.

"Are you okay?" I asked her worriedly, letting my fingertips stroke up and down her spine in feather light movements.

"I don't know. I can't stop thinking about my…well about Sasha."

"She was your mother and you can call her that. It doesn't hurt."

"I think that it might hurt Esme if I do it. I mean, Sasha didn't even want to keep me. How can I call her my mother? It's so weird."

"I know, Ali. And I'm sorry that they lied to you for such a long time."

"Hmm,"

She cleared her throat nervously and sat down on the edge of the bed. Her hands grabbed the bottle of massage oil and started rubbing it on the pearly skin of her slim legs.

"Let me do that." I whispered, taking the bottle from her hands. The sweet scent of vanilla filled the air as my hands moved over the smooth skin of her calves, slowly stroking higher and higher until I reached the red lilies on her left hipbone.

"I really like your tattoo, Ali."

"I always wanted to get one but I'm not really good at the whole enduring pain thing."

"It didn't hurt that much, Bella. Or at least, I had worse."

Slowly I leaned over and let a few drops of the massage oil trickle over her flat stomach. When I rubbed it into her skin a low purring noise escaped her lips.

"You like that, don't you?" I mumbled while my fingers brushed the underside of her perky breasts.

"A lot actually," She whispered and cupped my face between her hands. I closed my eyes, enjoying the velvety touch of her lower lip against mine. The tip of her tongue slipped into my mouth and when she nudged it against my tongue a shiver went down my spine.

Her right hand stroked down my jaw and my collarbone until she reached my breast. Her thumb circled over my nipple that pebbled almost instantly under her tender caress. She squeezed it between her thumb and her forefinger before she lowered her head and swirled her tongue over the hard nubs.

"Do you trust me?" she whispered as she kissed her way up again. Her breathe tickled the skin on my neck and another wave of pleasant warmth streamed through my body.

"Of course, I trust you. Why are you asking?"

She planted a kiss on the shell of my ear, grazing it playfully with her teeth.

Slowly she pulled out the purple bag from under the bed and my eyes widened in anticipation. Before I could see any of the toys that were hidden in it everything around me went dark.

"Ali…"

"Shh…" she mumbled against my neck.

"Just trust me. I'm going to make this good for you."

I felt her fingertips stroking down my forearms and then she wrapped something around them. The cold metal of the bedframe nudged against my wrist and for a split second I panicked.

"You are nervous, aren't you?"

"No…" I croaked out, trying to keep breathing in and out calmly through my nose.

She chuckled and sat down on my lap, her slim thighs pressing against my hips.

"You really suck at lying, sweetheart."

Then she leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose through the thin fabric of the silk scarf.

"Don't be afraid. You're going to enjoy this…"

Her thumbs circled over my nipples and I bit my lower lip to suppress a moan. When I felt her lips closing around the tiny nub I whimpered slightly. She suckled my nipple greedily while her hand massaged my other breast in small circles.

There was an unfamiliar noise in the background and I wondered what it could be. Then I felt the tip of the vibe against my clit and almost came undone. Painfully slowly she moved it up and down my overheated flesh making me gasp at the intensity of the contact. My legs started trembling and right before I reached my climax she pulled back.

She moved the vibrator over my stomach, leaving a trail of slick wetness over my body. I felt her tongue between my legs and inhaled sharply through my teeth.

"So warm and delicious…" She mumbled hoarsely, her voice thick with lust while the tip of her tongue swirled over the throbbing pearl of my clit.

Carefully she shoved the tip of the vibrating toy into me, making me ache for more. Deeper and deeper she inserted it until it was finally complete inside of me. I gasped at the feeling of being filled so completely while she continued lapping up the wetness that kept pouring out my entrance.

Every muscle in my body went ridged and then finally…finally the sweet release of my climax washed over me. My inner walls convulsed around the toy inside of me so strong that it made my legs tremble.

She untied my hands and planted soft kisses over my wrists.

"Touch me." She whispered into my ear and when I felt how incredibly wet she was, it was almost enough to bring me over the edge of my lust again.

"I want to taste you." I mumbled so low that my voice barely audible now.

A whimper escaped her mouth and I wondered if she was biting into a pillow or something like that to suppress her moans.

Slowly she lowered herself over my face and I licked her all the way from the tiny pearl of her clit over the velvety skin of her inner lips until I reached her tight entrance. My tongue slipped into the moist warmth while my thumb continued circling over her clit. She tasted sweet and the musky scent that filled my nose made me feel dizzy. There was nothing around me now apart from her and when she convulsed around my tongue, I licked up every drop that kept pouring out of her.

"Look at me." she whispered as she untied the scarf around my head, letting it carelessly fall down next to the bed.

Her lips found mine again and the taste of her lust melted with mine, mixing it into something completely new that was just us and nothing else…

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I sipped on the glass of white wine in front of me while I continued rubbing Ali's knee under the table. She was terribly nervous about this meeting with her half-brother and I hoped that the whole agitation wouldn't be too much for her heart. I felt the blood pulsating against my fingertips as I started drawing circles over her wrist.

"I'm sorry," Benjamin croaked out after several awkward moments of silence.

"But this whole situation is awkward somehow. I don't really know what to say."

Ali sighed deeply and nodded her head in agreement.

"The thing is that I don't know how I'm supposed to feel like. I've been an only child my entire life."

"Lucky guy…" Ali mumbled, picking around in the food on her plate.

"Don't you get along with your other siblings? I thought that you were raised with them?"

"Hmm, my sister is really great. She's a little too vain and superficial but she's got a big heart behind her bitchiness."

"Do you have a picture?"

She pulled a wrinkled Polaroid picture out of her purse and handed it to him.

A sheepish grin flashed over his face and he chuckled slightly before he spoke up again.

"What a looker."

"Yeah, Rosalie is very pretty, I know."

He shook his head.

"Not her, him. God, he's such a hottie. Don't tell me he's her boyfriend or something like that."

"Her husband actually, so don't get your hopes up too high."

Benjamin rolled his eyes at that.

"The hot ones are always straight; so not fair."

"What happened to your plans to win the heart of our boss?" I asked him cheerfully, taking another sip of the sweet wine.

"I'm still working on that, trust me. But while I'm doing that, it won't hurt to risk a view here…or there."

"Hmm,"

"I've recently discovered that it pisses Seth off, when I'm flirting with our customers. If that ain't love…"

"It's not fair if you're trying to make him jealous." Ali stated.

"Bella is so jealous too and I really don't like that at all."

I took a deep breathe through my nose before I spoke up.

"That's something completely different. Your so-called best friend is trying to lull you in with all her psycho crap. She needs to move on…seriously." I tried to make my voice sound calm, suppressing the anger in me.

"Mommy?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Can I have some ice-cream now?"

"What happened to finishing your pasta first?"

"I don't like it. There are yucky carrots in it." She wrinkled her little snub nose in disgust.

"Lilly, you know that you get no ice cream if you don't eat some real food first."

"But I hate carrots. Mommy, please…"

Her mouth twisted into that crooked smile that made her look so much like her father, that I almost spilled the content of my glass over the table.

"No." I croaked out, my voice sounding a little bit too harsh in my own ears. My copper haired daughter cringed slightly and turned to her pixie-like aunt in the hope that her smile would have a more successful influence on her.

"Auntie Ali…"

"Sweetie, your Mommy already told you no. If you don't eat your carrots, you can't have ice cream. And trust me, sweetie, you wouldn't want to miss the ice cream here. It's really good."

"You are both so mean. I don't want to eat carrots…ever. They are so yucky. My Daddy wouldn't make me eat them." She stated, shoving them disgustedly to the edge of her plate.

"Lilly, your father is not here right now. And he wouldn't let you eat ice-cream unless you finished your dinner."

She crossed her arms in front of her chest and I wondered if she would probably start to cry now.

To my surprise she didn't do it. Instead she turned to Benjamin, her voice smooth like honey when she spoke up.

"Benjamin, do you want to eat my carrots for me? I give you two dollars if you do that."

"I'm sorry, Lilly. But I can't do that. I'm allergic to carrots."

"Really?"

He nodded his head.

"And strawberries and nuts and a bunch of other stuff. Are you allergic to something, Ali?"

"No, I'm not. I guess my heart condition is enough for one person to endure."

His face paled slightly and I realized that his hands trembled when he placed his fork on his plate.

"How sick is your heart?" he asked her worriedly.

Ali sighed deeply. It was obvious that this was the subject that she didn't want to talk about.

"It was worse when I was a child but now it's pretty okay, as long as I take my pills and don't get too agitated about something."

"Your father is a cardiologist, isn't he?"

"Yes, he is. I guess that was pretty useful when I was younger…or it wasn't. I hate the way he and my mother always made such a fuss about it."

"You don't know what it is like…" he mumbled so low that his voice was barely audible. Then he cleared his throat nervously before he continued.

"You don't know how it's like to worry about someone you love. How it's like to go to sleep at night and not know whether she'll wake up again in the morning. All the tubes and the machines…"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"No, that's okay. Like, I said. You don't know how it is like."

"And you do, don't you?"

He nodded his head.

"I can't even remember my Mom as a healthy person."

"Can I ask you something about her?"

"Of course you can; anything you want."

"Why did she die in Romania? I mean, if she was so sick, why would she travel so far?"

"Because she was stubborn and insisted that she wanted to visit her family like every other summer. Dad, tried to talk her out of it but she was so, I don't know…happy somehow to spread the news to her brother and the rest of them."

"What kind of news?"

"That she was pregnant. She was so happy about that, absolutely thrilled. And then…"

"You don't have to talk about it, if you don't want to." I stated quickly as I noticed the pained expression on his face.

"No it's okay. It was a long time ago and I don't remember much about it."

He sighed deeply but then he forced his lips into a fake smile that didn't reach his eyes that now had a bright blue color. I assumed that he had invested into a new pair of contacts. Why the hell was he trying to hide the beautiful caramel tone of his eyes? Did it remind him of his mother to see them in the mirror? I didn't dare to ask.

"She died because the pregnancy was too much for her weak heart. Isn't that weird how something that you wish for so badly can be the end of your life?"