So this all passed, with Xation and Hays achieving the goal of eliminating the two men who could have destroyed the business, and Charles was allowed to spend some more time with his sweet, sexy little Felina, leaving Lexa behind at the Estate, Charles still unknowing of her sordid affair with Bengiman Pruce. Lexa did not even mind Charles going alone on vacation without her, for she was growing tired of his company and would enjoy a week, or two, away from him, however, she had wished Bengiman had gone away with Charles on holiday, Lexa was not at all looking forward to being alone with the over zealous and highly sexed Britishman.
Leah, herself, was left alone by her husband, for now that Xation had shut down their off-shore, illegal account, he and Hays had decided to move his business, permanently and solely, to Texas, for there was millions to be made in the new real estate developments in the DeepEllum, DownTown and UpTown districts in Dallas. So over the next two months Xation and Hays settled into their new headquarters in the Fountain Plaza building in Down Town. Now this all came as shock to the hundreds of employees at the offices in Argentina, and they all lost their jobs. But worse than this, Leah was left alone with her jealous thoughts which betrayed her. She was plagued by imagined visions of Xation with some gorgeous Texas woman in his arms, or some bleached blond, down on her knees infront of her husband, her head bobbing up and down as her mouth made slurping sounds. Even her dreams were haunted by her bitter jealousy, where Lexa would come upon Xation, who was always smiling up at her, with naked women writhing about like serpents in their matrimonial bed. With all of her husbands imagined infidelities Leah grew sad, depressed, all alone, more and more displeased by the day, anxiously passing the hours of the long, dark, nights away.
Now this is how time passed for our poor, despondent Leah, and when Charles returned, tanned, well rested, all his passions, and lusts, fully sated by his sweet, sexy, little Felina, Charles instantly grew worried when he realized how far gone into depression Leah had sank. Soon after he arrived back at the Estate; which was well after mid-night, Charles had found Leah sitting outside by the pool, in her night gown, gazing down at the moon's reflection on the surface of the rippling water, she had such a deep, far away gaze in her eyes, a look on her face as if she were contemplating drowning herself. Charles spoke softly to Leah, startled she stood to her feet, the two friends embraced, she squeezing Charles so tight, as if she were hanging on for dear life. Then the tears came along with the many stories of Xation's, imagined, disloyalty poured forth from her mouth, and the depths of her mind, like lava flowing down the side of a raging volcano, so deep was her anxiety and emotional pain. Charles did his best to reassure his distraught, disbelieving, friend that Xation was a good, faithful, loyal man, but even his own words did not sound so convincing to Charles himself, for well he knew of Xation's, insatiable, appetite for the flesh of beautiful, fit women, whom Xation never had a thought, regard, or care for at all. Though Charles had to do what was best for Leah, so he took her back upstairs to her room, where her baby was softly sleeping. Charles made her take a hot, soothing shower, while he went to his own bedroom where he took two tablets of Vicodin, whereupon Charles quickly changed into his pajamas, grabbed a bottle of red wine from the kitchen, before heading upstairs. Leah felt a little better, a little calmer, as she wrapped up in her warm robe and sat down on the couch beside her bed. She gladly took the medicine Charles gave her, then Leah let out a heavy sigh as she sat back, a glass of wine in her hand, feet curled up underneath her as she leaned her head against Charles, who sat there with her for a little while, quietly talking about his trip, telling her a few amusing anecdotes about Felina, telling Leah how much Felina wanted to come back to see her, how sorry she was about everything. This served well to keep Leah's mind off of her husband, and his whereabouts. It was shortly after her second glass of wine when Leah finally fell into a deep sleep. Carefully, with much gentleness, Charles lifted her up into his strong arms and set her down in bed next to her son. With his help, Leah was finally able to get a good nights rest, for the first time since her baby was born. She would not be down for breakfast, or lunch the next day, but no matter, her loyal sister Lexa tended to her nephew while Leah slumbered soundly, in peaceful dreams. Yet neither of them, nor Charles, nor Bengiman, knew all the trouble that would come to stir up all of their lives later that night, for when everyone had gone to bed, Leah was still wide awake and restless, unable, yet again, to go to sleep. An excruciating, migraine-headache had overcame her, a rare side effect of the powerful anti-pain medication, so she crept down to her sister's room in the dark of the night.
Leah, herself, was left alone by her husband, for now that Xation had shut down their off-shore, illegal account, he and Hays had decided to move his business, permanently and solely, to Texas, for there was millions to be made in the new real estate developments in the DeepEllum, DownTown and UpTown districts in Dallas. So over the next two months Xation and Hays settled into their new headquarters in the Fountain Plaza building in Down Town. Now this all came as shock to the hundreds of employees at the offices in Argentina, and they all lost their jobs. But worse than this, Leah was left alone with her jealous thoughts which betrayed her. She was plagued by imagined visions of Xation with some gorgeous Texas woman in his arms, or some bleached blond, down on her knees infront of her husband, her head bobbing up and down as her mouth made slurping sounds. Even her dreams were haunted by her bitter jealousy, where Lexa would come upon Xation, who was always smiling up at her, with naked women writhing about like serpents in their matrimonial bed. With all of her husbands imagined infidelities Leah grew sad, depressed, all alone, more and more displeased by the day, anxiously passing the hours of the long, dark, nights away.
Now this is how time passed for our poor, despondent Leah, and when Charles returned, tanned, well rested, all his passions, and lusts, fully sated by his sweet, sexy, little Felina, Charles instantly grew worried when he realized how far gone into depression Leah had sank. Soon after he arrived back at the Estate; which was well after mid-night, Charles had found Leah sitting outside by the pool, in her night gown, gazing down at the moon's reflection on the surface of the rippling water, she had such a deep, far away gaze in her eyes, a look on her face as if she were contemplating drowning herself. Charles spoke softly to Leah, startled she stood to her feet, the two friends embraced, she squeezing Charles so tight, as if she were hanging on for dear life. Then the tears came along with the many stories of Xation's, imagined, disloyalty poured forth from her mouth, and the depths of her mind, like lava flowing down the side of a raging volcano, so deep was her anxiety and emotional pain. Charles did his best to reassure his distraught, disbelieving, friend that Xation was a good, faithful, loyal man, but even his own words did not sound so convincing to Charles himself, for well he knew of Xation's, insatiable, appetite for the flesh of beautiful, fit women, whom Xation never had a thought, regard, or care for at all. Though Charles had to do what was best for Leah, so he took her back upstairs to her room, where her baby was softly sleeping. Charles made her take a hot, soothing shower, while he went to his own bedroom where he took two tablets of Vicodin, whereupon Charles quickly changed into his pajamas, grabbed a bottle of red wine from the kitchen, before heading upstairs. Leah felt a little better, a little calmer, as she wrapped up in her warm robe and sat down on the couch beside her bed. She gladly took the medicine Charles gave her, then Leah let out a heavy sigh as she sat back, a glass of wine in her hand, feet curled up underneath her as she leaned her head against Charles, who sat there with her for a little while, quietly talking about his trip, telling her a few amusing anecdotes about Felina, telling Leah how much Felina wanted to come back to see her, how sorry she was about everything. This served well to keep Leah's mind off of her husband, and his whereabouts. It was shortly after her second glass of wine when Leah finally fell into a deep sleep. Carefully, with much gentleness, Charles lifted her up into his strong arms and set her down in bed next to her son. With his help, Leah was finally able to get a good nights rest, for the first time since her baby was born. She would not be down for breakfast, or lunch the next day, but no matter, her loyal sister Lexa tended to her nephew while Leah slumbered soundly, in peaceful dreams. Yet neither of them, nor Charles, nor Bengiman, knew all the trouble that would come to stir up all of their lives later that night, for when everyone had gone to bed, Leah was still wide awake and restless, unable, yet again, to go to sleep. An excruciating, migraine-headache had overcame her, a rare side effect of the powerful anti-pain medication, so she crept down to her sister's room in the dark of the night.
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