Love Thy Neighbour - Annecia Ellies (autobiographies to read .TXT) 📗

Morgan rested her butt on the edge of the kitchen table. “Momma, yes he is, but one thing I realize about him though, he don’t give up. He’s determined to succeed at everything he sets his mind to, and I realize he has his mind set on me.”

“That could be good or bad, you just have to know how to keep your head on so you won’t be taken advantage of.” Dawn told her daughter

Filipe, hearing the voices between sleep and wake opened his eyes. He stood up to stretch his legs and walked down towards the kitchen where he saw Morgan sitting on the edge of the table. That shade of red looked good on her, the thought, and went to stand next to her, he put his hands around her waist and pulled her towards him

“I didn’t hear you come in ma Cherie.” He said kissing her cheek

She turned her head to face him and took his hands into hers “I thought you were coming later this evening how did everything go?”

He smiled at her, then glanced at Dawn. “I’m glad I came in earlier I left Gray doing his stuff. I got to hang with your mom and we had a nice time, by the way, I believe I’m feeling the after effects of your rice wine Dawn.”

“Do you approve?” she asked winking at him

“One hundred percent.” He replied, “That should be bottled and sold.”

Dawn walked over and gave him a high five while Morgan stood amazed at how easily they seem to get along.

Morgan, still holding his hand, led him back into the living room. Once there he stopped her and turned her around.

“I was missing you ma Cherie, I took Gray’s advice and took a plane as soon as I finished my little speech.”

“Give me a minute, I’ll take you to Auntie Winnie.” She said almost breathless as she stared up at him.

“Why can’t I stay here ma Cherie? Can’t I stay where you are?”

“No you can’t mom isn’t prepared for a guest. Auntie Winnie is just four houses over from here”

“Are you heading by Winifred?” Dawn asked coming up behind them.

“Yes mom. We are about to.” Morgan replied not taking her eyes of Filipe. She turned to leave the living room, Filipe grabbed his bag and followed her. “I hope you’re coming back for Dinner Filipe.” Dawn said to their backs.

“He will momma, he will.” Morgan replied and closed the door behind them as they stepped outside.

They walked the short distance and arrived at Winifred’s house just as she was coming out of the door with a bucket of mangoes.

“Morgan, you’re here, and your boyfriend is too, welcome er…”

“Filipe. Morgan said, mortified at the boyfriend comment and avoiding looking at Filipe to see the expression in his eyes.”

He extended his hands to her and they shook hands. “Call me Auntie Winnie” she told him.

“You go on ahead inside, I’m just running across by Mrs. Welcome for a bit, shouldn’t be more than five minutes.” With that she left. Morgan led Filipe inside the house and they went into the kitchen and sat down.

“Boyfriend huh?” he said smiling

Morgan put her hands over her face to hide her creeping blush but he removed them and held them apart.

“Five minutes is more than enough time for a proper welcome kiss for your boyfriend don’t you say?” Before she can answer his lips were crushing hers in a deep demanding kiss. He held her face within his hands as he sucked on her lips, sweetly, passionately. When his tongue brushed hers she felt a familiar warmth filling her stomach and a small groan escaped her lips. When he pulled her up and pulled her to him she entwined her hands in his hair and tried to still her pounding heart as she returned the kiss with the same passion he sent her way. Finally pulling away he stared into her eyes, the arousal evident in his. He then took her fingers into his mouth and sucked them one at a time not breaking eye contact with her.

She put her other hand inside his shirt just inside his collar and stroked his neck. Staring at the vivid blue eyes staring back at her, Morgan wondered, what if she was to commit to him, what will happen? Her eyes dropped to his chest, then to his thighs, looking powerful and strong in the denim jeans he wore, then back up at him.

“I’m just out of a relationship Filipe, I don’t want this to be a rebound something. I want something real and lasting.”

“So are you saying that you’re willing to give me a chance? A real chance? I don’t see you as a passing fling ma Cherie, I know what I want, and I’m sure you know also.”

“Yes,” she barely whispered, still staring at him. He smiled, stood up and lifted her, spinning around with her grabbing onto him and laughing. Winifred came in at that moment, smiling at the scene before her.

“Whoa, what’s the celebration about?” she asked

“Good things ahead auntie Winnie, wonderful and great” Filipe replied smiling.

“Ok, come let me show you where you’ll be staying Filipe.” She led the way out through the back door in the kitchen, Filipe picked up his bag, took Morgan’s hands and followed her.

It was an annex, two bedrooms with self-contained bathrooms, a huge kitchen, a living and dining room and plenty porch space. She showed him to one of the bedrooms and gave him a key.

“This is yours for as long as you need. There is everything you’ll need inside, if you need anything else let me know ok. The fridge is stocked with simple things, if you want to prepare your own meals there is a supermarket not too far, Morgan can show you where it is, if not, let me know if you’ll be needing breakfast, lunch, dinner or in between ok.” She then looked at the both of them and smiled. “This here child is like one of my own Filipe” she paused, “Handle her with care.”

Morgan blushed and Filipe put his arms around her and nodded, Auntie Winnie turned around and left so he can settle in.

The next Morning, Morgan arose at eight thirty nine and called Zoe, she told her that she will pick her up at ten. They were going to pick up the decoration for the party and drop it off at the office. After that they have some minor things to do but they should be through by lunch time, giving them the afternoon off. She then went into the kitchen for breakfast. Dawn made some fried bakes with salt fish buljol, something she loved to eat, so she sat down to have her fill. She can hear her mother singing as she watered her plants on the outside of the house. She loved the sound of her mother voice, she always told her she should have been giving singing lessons. She sings at the choir in her local church and as she says, that’s good enough for her. Before she finished breakfast, Dawn came back inside.

“What’s your plans for the day honey?”

“Just a few turns with Zoe, I should be done by lunch time.”

“Ok, because I will be needing the car for about one or so.”

“You’ll get it long before that. When I come back I plan to take Filipe to the beach, we may stay there all afternoon.”

“You all walking down?”

“Yes, we will, that way he can see some of the village too.”

“Good, you enjoy your day.”

She left to go about her business and Morgan finished up and went to get herself ready for the day.

Filipe awoke, had a shower and breakfast. Auntie Winnie was treating him as if he was a long lost son. She brought some dinner even after he returned from Dawn’s house last evening, telling him men don’t ever be really full, they always have room for more food. He sat with her and got acquainted, she told him some stories from Morgan’s childhood. She asked him about his family and history and told him about her trip to France in nineteen ninety nine. This morning she brought him breakfast of fried breadfruit wedges, scrambled eggs with bacon, roast bake, fried plantains, cocoa tea and coffee. He was introduced to one of her sons Michael, who promised to take him fishing somewhere nearby before he left the Island. He called Morgan and they spoke about meeting up later on after she came from work. He got dressed and decided to take a walk with his camera, he wanted to take some pictures to show his mother and Caleth. Caleth called him last night but he forgot his cell phone when he went over to dinner with Morgan. He gave him a quick call before he left for his stroll. He walked past the houses in the area until he came to a mini mart, where he entered to get something to drink. There he met some local men who held him in a conversation about sailing. He spent most of the morning right there listening to their stories and sharing some of his own.

Time passed swiftly and soon enough after lunch Morgan was calling him to go to the beach with her. He passed in by Auntie Winnie to change and pick up a few things then he went to Dawn’s house where Morgan was waiting on him, looking gorgeous in a plain black string bikini top under a crocheted yellow vest. He assumed the other part of the bikini was the same under the short cutoff jeans she wore. Her hair was up in a high ponytail and she carried a bag on her shoulder. He took the bag from her as they walked, the beach was nearby, even closer than he had thought it was. When they arrived it wasn’t crowded either, there were about fifteen persons there including themselves. They hang their towels and the clothes they took off on a tree branch and headed into the water. After making a few laps together they stopped and bobbed in the water. Filipe grabbed her by the waist and pulled her butt against himself. She rubbed against him slightly then turned to face him, putting her legs around his waist.

“I want you ma Cherie, seeing you and not being able to touch you the way I want to is killing me.”

“I know, it’s as if our bodies sing to each other. Have this ever happened with anyone else Filipe?”

She started trailing little kisses along his neck.

“I have never felt such intense physical attraction towards anyone Morgan, not even my past wife. What we have is unique and I want it to stay forever.” When he felt her legs tighten around him he grabbed her lips with his. Kissing her longingly and with unbridled passion. His fingers went under the side of her bikini bottom and he heard her sigh as he touched her.

“I won’t be able to come out of the water if we don’t stop ma Cherie.”

“She smiled, still sucking on his lips, her hands strayed to his erection and she squeezed him gently.”

“Can’t wait to get back home” she said.

“Why home?”

“Because we’re not being naughty here. Won’t feel good about it in my mom’s house, nor by Auntie Winnie.”

“Dam nit! I should have gotten a room at a hotel.” He pretended to be hurt.

She laughed then pulled away from him. She swam out towards the shore then she stood up and walked out of the water the rest of the way. Dropping herself on the sand she sat and looked at him, hands buckled around her knees. He sunk into the water until just his head remained above and stared at her. She is exactly what he need to be complete. He remembered Dr. Stephens telling him one of the things that sparks his desire to hold on to things is his fear of them escaping him. Eliza died, he had no control