Rachel before opening her eyes with a sad expression
[Mission: Convince Isandro to allow you to see your Son for two months.] Elfin said softly [Are you Alright, Rachel?]
Rachel nodded her head as she opened her eyes to Maddison's husband. His back to the window, hands deep in pockets of what she knew would be superbly crafted bespoke Italian cloth.
Like his shirt and his jacket. The clothes molded to his form, hugging every hard contour, emphasizing every part of his tall, broad-shouldered and powerful body. Exactly how she remembered…but even more devastating in the flesh.
Rachel slightly blushed 'holy hell' she was ogling Maddison husband. She quickly calmed herself down
He was, if anything, even more handsome. Although in fairness handsome was too trite a word, too pretty. He was altogether too male for a word like handsome. And he was right here in front of her, living, breathing.
Maddison was in love with this man, it makes sense that these feelings of hers would transfer over. But, boy she did not expect that the moment she saw this man she would undress him.
"So…" he drawled with a sardonic edge, "you were obviously shocked to run into me. Surprising, really, considering this is my hotel.".
"Did I…did I frighten him?" Rachel asked with the last thing Maddison remembered before fainting.
The cold flash of sheer disgust that crossed his's face was like a slap, Maddison that is.
"No. If you had I wouldn't be here right now."
"Did you call him Zacarías?" Rachel asked with a husky catch. Her eye was drawn to a muscle clenching in his jaw. But his curt, tight voice brought her eyes back to his.
"Zac. Yes."
"After your grandfather…"
A look of disdain flashed across his face. "Please let's not pretend that you actually care."
Rachel frowned and then remembered, she kept being distracted by this man, like seriously what is wrong with her.
"Your lover was sent on his way."
"My what?" She looked at Isandro incredulously.
"Your lover," he spat out. "The man you had come to meet. No doubt you have a room booked here somewhere. Is this how you've spent the last couple of years? In a debauched world tour of hotel rooms with insignificant men? Is this what you meant when you said you weren't ready to deal with marriage and motherhood?"
'Ah! He must be talking about the doctor' Rachel thought.
[Don't forget about the Mission]
"Isandro, may I see him?"
"I already-!"
"I meant 'your' Son, just for two months, only two months. I'll do whatever you what divorce or whatever. I won't take your money. I Just want two months and then I'll disappear for the rest of your lives. Please Just two months" Rachel begged.
Rachel remembered that after two months she will be forced in isolation, due to her getting worse. And then a Week later the operation and afterword's Death, Rachel shivered.
"Just Two Months, I beg you" Rachel kept insisting with glistening eyes.
Isandro pulled on a surprised face before it turned into disgust and fury "you left a note…remember? There is not one thing, not one word, not one lame story you could dream up to excuse what you did that day. You took away an innocent baby's most important source of nourishment and love. Security. There is no one and nothing on the planet that could absolve you of that crime. You gave up your right to be a mother to him when you walked away, just hours after he was born."
His face was so close that she could see the fine lines spreading from the corners of his eyes, could see his skin, golden and taut over those high cheekbones. Lust?
"I know what I did, Isandro." She held herself rigid "I am not asking for that right back, all I want is these two months, please." Then she realized that he may still refuse, but, that didn't matter
If you don't, whether you like it or not, I have rights. Any court in the world will recognize that." And a Whole lot more once brought up, Rachel felt blood come up from her throat and she gulped it back down "Whatever I did, I will be allowed to see my son. Eventually."
Rachel watched his reaction warily.
Isandro's face was a stony mask of non-reaction as he took her by surprise, starting to walk away. "You will remain in this room for now. If you attempt to leave there is a bodyguard outside this door who will bring you back inside." All he knew was that he had to put some distance between them, take stock of what had just happened.
"Isandro, it is just two months, believe me, after that I promise, I'll disappear from both your lives."
Rachel watched the man open the door and leave not once turning his head to face her.
[It was a success] Elfin said.
"Was it? It really didn't feel like it" Rachel said warily, Her legs crumpled and she slid to the ground. 'When did I get off the bed' She wondered. As she gently touched her face fresh tears rolled her down.
Eventually Rachel got up and went into the bathroom, where she splashed some water on her face. Toweling herself dry, she studied her reflection. Her face was white, her eyes huge. She looked and felt like a deer caught in the headlights.
[He can't know that Maddison is sick just yet…. Do you think you can keep it a secret till then?]
Rachel nodded again and then out of the corner of her eye she noticed the bag on the bed. Isandro must have picked it up from where it had fallen when Maddison fainted.
Eventually, she would have to call that doctor back, as with Maddison's memories she now understood why the women took such a risky operation.
"Elfin, is that one of our Missions" Rachel said making a guess since it seems Elfin has been reading her mind this whole time.
[Yes]
"Death is supposed to be the only peace there is…"