Unexpected Outcomes
Took a while because I wasn’t sure if I liked the final product. Tell me what you guys think 💙
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Warning 18+: Angst , Cursing , Consumption of Alcohol , HEAVY FLIRTING 😉 , Gaslighting .
Description: Anya starts spending a little bit more time with Amadeo
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Music for this chapter: Satellite by Harry Styles
Truly Living.
It had been a couple of weeks since the incident at the estate. Neither one of them reached out but their mothers definitely kept in touch. Nadine and Celestia made it their business to be as heavily involved as if they were the ones getting married themselves. Nadine was no longer pushing Anya to text Joseph back but, for her to call Amadeo and apologize.
***
Today was no different than yesterday… she’d been awakened with the soft sound of her phone vibrating on her nightstand. She figured it had been Joseph again so she just let it ring. Her back was turned, her fist gripped at the sheets so tightly, she were to tear them apart if she wanted. She closed her eyes tightly as the feeling of frustration and sadness over took her again. She wanted to talk to him. She wanted to see him, she wanted him to hold her and have him apologize. But her pride… her father’s greatest flaw— she had received it and it had become hers.
The buzzing felt like it was about to last an eternity! But when the ringing had finally stopped, she opened her eyes. Anya rolled over and reached over to grab her phone. On her Notifications showed 23 Missed Calls. Opening her phone, it was revealed that Joseph had called only 5 and Celestia had been the culprit blowing up her phone. ‘What?’ She muttered. How odd!
She hesitated before clicking the number and calling her back.
‘Hello? Anya! Good Morning, Honey!’ She sounded cheerful.
‘H-hey. Um,—‘ she placed her hand on her face tiredly, ‘What was so important that you had to call me 18 times?’
'Well my son brought me up to speed about what happened the other day at brunch and-'
'Uhhhh God, not this again,' Anya groaned and rolled her eyes in annoyance. Their mothers just wouldn't let up, 'What you're calling me to tell me how wrong I was and how i should apologize?'
'Why- mother Mary no! I've called to tell you that you in fact were the victim here. You've lost your lover and had to bury your grandfather all in the same day. You're still grieving and if no one understand's honey I do.'
Anya raised a brow in confusion, Celestia was up to something. She could feel it in her bones that was for sure. She pushed her comforters off of her lap and stood up out of her bed, 'Interesting. Well it's good to know that someone's on my side here. Thanks, I guess?'
'Of course darlin'. You are to be my daughter in law after all. Anywho, how about you meet me down at the docks today at noon? There will be champagne, the finest of cheeses, the freshest fruits. It'll be a delight!'
Anya pressed her lips together, humming in thought, something about this felt so damn fishy, 'I dunno. Me and mom had somethings we had to-'
'Oh darlin' don't worry about your mother. I will handle her as I see fit. I will see you there.' And she hung up. It was like Celestia refused to take no for an answer. Anya looked at the phone before rolling her eyes once again. 'this fuckin' lady! UGH!' she groaned and walked into her two story closet and picked out her outfit for the day.
***
This is Nadine Harris, sorry I couldn't make it to the phone at the moment but if you leave your name and number i'd be sure to give you a call back as soon as possible. Thank You and Have a blessed day!
Anya smacked her teeth and pressed the red button. She then sent her mother a text.
Hey ma. Celestia asked me to come to meet her for lunch at the docks. I'll have to cancel on shopping this afternoon. Love ya.
And she tossed her phone in her Black Chanel purse and stepped out of her BMW Series 3.
Locking her car behind her, she felt her phone vibrating in her purse. She pulled out again and read the text message from Celestia telling her which boat it was. Anya made a face, 'Boat? Gotta be fuckin' kidding me.' She sighed heavily and walked along the asphalt that led to the pier.
As she walked further, she heard some laughter. It had to be only 3 men and only 1 sounded familiar. Not only could she hear him, but she could also smell him. His natural scent beneath the smell of Defy by Calvin Klein. Oh and he smelled of a God. It caused her to close her eyes and simply bask in it for a moment. But she had to snap herself out of that because if she could smell him— she knew he could smell her.
But right before she could, a breeze brushed past her, his scent grew stronger. Anya inhaled deeper, and he was the only thing she could smell now. ‘I knew it,’ she said softly and opened her eyes to meet his piercing gaze before they roamed over his body to see if he was real. And by God, he was. He didn’t look happy but, he didn’t look angry either. ‘Well, you look nice today.’ She said in an teasing tone.
‘What are you doing here Anya?’ His voice was stern, deep and cold.
‘Your mother told me to meet her for lunch. So I came. Is she here?’ Anya knew the answer to that. She had already caught on the scheme when she heard his voice.
Amadeo’s eyebrows pulled in together, ‘No. she doesn’t like coming out here why would she—‘ and then it dawned on him. Just like it had dawned on Anya. He scuffed and clicked his tongue, shaking his head in disbelief, ‘She invited you here knowing that I’d be here.’
Anya nodded her head, ‘I knew it. Dammit, it was a fuckin’ set up. See? As soon as I thought I was starting to like your mother?’ She chuckled and looked off, folding her arms across her chest awkwardly.
Amadeo chuckled, looking down at her, ‘She can be devious and clever.’
It grew quiet between the both of them. But not a comfortable silence this time, more awkward. So Anya decided to cut it short, ‘Well, since she’s not here— I’ll just go home then.’
‘Yeah,’ he shoved his hands in his pockets and thought for a second, ‘Actually— I kind of feel bad about this charade my mother put on. You could hang out with me on the boat with the fellas? We’re going sailing for a lil’ bit.’ He was kind of hesitant for a second. Like he didn’t want to ask her, but he knew it was the right thing to do.
Anya scoffed and waved her hand, ‘No, no— you stay here and hang with your boys I have some—‘
‘Ah, none of that,’ and he quickly snatched his hand out of his pocket and snatched up her small hand in his. His grip was so tight, and his flesh was so cool. ‘Let’s go.’
Her eyes grew as her tiny frame pulled at his will. ‘Whoa! Sheesh! Be careful, you’re still stronger than me.’ She complained as her little legs began to catch up with his long strides.
When they arrived to the boat, Anya walked behind him on the wooden board carefully. She wasn't exactly in the mood for the water today. If it hadn't been for Amadeo literally dragging her here, she would've just been having mimosas with her mom. Amadeo had step down from the plank and held his hand out towards her, 'Here. Watch your step.' He said softly before she gently placed her small hand into his. His grip was firm and tight.
'thank you.'
'Mmhm, don't mention it.' Then he turned his attention to the fellas who were reeling in their catches. ' Oui! Fellas! We have company!'
Anya took a gentle sniff. Besides Amadeo's intoxicating scent, she could smell the alluring scent of these men. Two healthy, human men. It made her gums tingle...made the hairs on her skin raise. Then along came the sound of the two off rhythms of heart beats.
The two men placed their fishing rods down and approached the pair. They were both tall as Amadeo, glaring down at the gorgeous woman before them. One of them had sunkissed skin with shoulder length wavy, brunette locks with eyes as green as emeralds. He had a pointy nose, with full pink lips and chiseled jaw.
The other male had beautiful dark brown skin. His eyes were brown like honey and he had full suckable lips that made you melt all the more when he flashed his pearly white teeth. His hair was cut to perfection and by the way his waves laid beautifully on his head, he took his hair care routine quite seriously.
She was lost in a daze, staring at these delicious, delectable men before her. Her mouth pooling with saliva as her urge to sink her teeth into their soft flesh became unbearable. That was until,
‘Gentlemen. This is …’ he paused for a second. It was like he wasn’t sure what and who to refer her as. The fiancé that he never wanted? Or the woman he’s been in his feelings over? ‘Anya.’
The sunkissed fella’s mouth dropped and his green eyes flashed over towards Amadeo, ‘No! Wait,’
‘Whoa, waaait, wait— this is thee Anya you’ve been telling us about?!’ The black man interrupted. Both of them appeared to be in great shock.
Anya looked up at Amadeo who was giving them the death stare. She narrowed her eyes. He could’ve either been throwing her under the bus or he could’ve just been… nice.
‘Wow! It’s truly, a pleasure! We’re just glad that Amadeo found someone who could finally challenge him. As well, match his dashing good looks!’ Amadeo rolled his eyes as the two men chuckled.
‘Whatever. This is Corey,’ he referred to the long haired male, ‘And this is John.’ The boys gave a friendly wave, ‘It’s nice to meet you.’ Un-synced.
Anya gave them a half smile and a gentle wave, ‘Nice to meet you guys too.’ The air around them grew tight and thick with tension. The boys were just staring at Amadeo as if they were just talking to him with their eyes. But Amadeo only intensified his glare. ‘Fellas, how bout y’all go head and pull the rope and pull the plank in. Do somethin’ useful with ya lives? Eh?’
Corey rolled his eyes, ‘I’d be careful with that mouth of yours, Deo. I might just end up telling your fiancé how you’ve been dreaming about her more than usual— OOPS!’ He begun to laugh and John chimed in, throwing playful punches at his arms. Amadeo’s jaw clenched together as he felt a chill sliver down his spine. He balled up his fists, counting to 10 in his head. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 —
***
‘Amadeo?’ She was staring up at him with wondering eyes. He had finally blinked his way out of his trance. His hands were now on the steering wheel, cruising along the beautiful open bay.
Anya placed her hand on his arm gently. He was a little warm, it could’ve been because of the sun or how annoyed he was with his friends. ‘Are you alright? You’ve barely spoken since we’ve been out.’ She kept his eyes on him, hoping to get some kind of reaction. But he did nothing. He just stared out towards the horizon and turned that wheel as he seen fit.
She breathe through her nose and raised a brow, she knew what she had to do. Poke the bear. ‘What was the dream about?’
That seem to get a reaction out of him because he glanced over at her and then back ahead of him. ‘Nothing.’ He mumbled.
Anya turned her lips up in disbelief, her eye brows tugging together as she studied his face more. ‘Then why’d you get mad if it’s nothing?’
‘I said… it’s nothing.’ He bit back at her. His voice was deep and chilling. Amadeo had obviously made it clear before that he didn’t like to talk about his feelings, but being with Anya— there was no way she was going to let this slide. ‘OK. Fine. I won’t bother you any more about it.’ She then turned her attention towards the shiny silver wheel. She had never driven a boat before. Always just been the passenger. She wanted to be spontaneous, try something different for once. ‘May I— try?’ She glanced up at him with a soft smile.
Amadeo looked down quickly before he returned his attention ahead of him, ‘What? Steering?’
She gave him an excited nod.
‘Psssh! Absolutely not, you’ll kill my friends and we’d be swimming for days.’
‘Awww c’mon please! I want to learn! And how could I learn if I don’t practice Amadeo? Please? Please?’ She begged, bringing her small hands into a praising clasp.
‘Ugh! Fine, fine, fine! But if you crash this boat woman—‘
‘Yeah yeah, I’ll write you the check. Now,’ Amadeo stepped back just a taste, allowing her to step into his place. ‘Guide me on this will ya?’
Amadeo sighed, ‘OK, Well— for starters.. put your hands on the wheel.’ He carefully grabbed her wrists and she opened her hands to grip the wheel. ‘Now, it’ll be just like driving a car right? Push down on that petal to speed up a little bit— careful now.’
‘Alright!’ Anya let out a deep breath and pressed the gas petal. With her excitement coursing through her cold dead veins, she smashed that petal and it sent them flying! Suddenly, you could hear two loud thuds in the back along with grunts.
‘Whoa, whoa— easy there! Take your foot off the petal a bit— we could still get a ticket for speeding.’ Amadeo chuckled before he looked back to check on the boys. ‘You boys alright?!’
‘Good!’ John through a thumb up in the air.
‘Kosher!’ Corey added.
‘Sorry!’ Anya called out with an embarrassed giggle.
‘It’s alright. A little pay back from earlier is all.’ He chuckled once more. He continued to watch her, ‘There you go. You got it now.’ He large hands on top of hers, his large, built body pressed right up against her backside.
Anya blinked rapidly, nervously. She hadn’t ever felt his body up, close and personal like this. Other than his natural coolness, it felt nice. Their bodies fit together like two puzzle pieces. Perhaps they were the puzzle piece they’ve been missing, needing all along.
Amadeo closed his eyes as the wind did it’s job and whiffed the scent of her hair into his face. Her hair smelled of the sea now, but also the faint smell of strawberry shampoo. He hummed silently, such a sweet delight.
Anya tilted her head back, resting it against his solid chest, ‘How am I doing?’
He gave her a gentle smile, ‘Well, you could use more work. But way better than when I started out. Good Job.’
And there they were again, getting lost in one another’s eyes. Just like at the repast. But then Amadeo just cleared his throat, ‘I uh— I’m sorry about our argument at your grandfather’s estate…’
She rolled her eyes and shook her head, ‘Don’t apologize. I was— hurting. And I projected all of my emotions onto you and that wasn’t fair. So I apologize. Just—… do you really think I’m Bitter?’
Amadeo looked from her gorgeous features back to the open water. He thought about what he was going to say first. They were finally getting along decently well and didn’t want to disturb this “peace”. But it was only fair to tell her the truth. ‘Yes.’
Her features curled into a frown and without another moment to spare, she snatched her hand from beneath his, balled up her fist, and elbowed him in his gut with all her might!
‘UGHHH! OH — OH!’ He crouched over, using his right hand to soothe that sting in his abdomen. ‘You didn’t even let me finish dammit!’
‘Yeah! You’ve said all you needed to say! Jesus Christ would it kill you to be nice for once?!’ She took her hands off of the wheel and started to walk towards the back where the guys were.
Amadeo stood up straight, ‘shit.’ He cursed and rushed over to stop the motor of the boat. ‘Anya!’
‘Take me back to the docks, I want to go home. You always make me feel unwelcomed. Psssh, I don’t know how we’re going to work this shit out.’ She ran her fingers through her hair before she was grabbed by her waist and forcibly turned around by Amadeo.
‘You did not let me finish and I could tell that will be one of the many conflicts that we have in this marriage,’ he stared down at her, his tone as serious as ever. Anya looked up at him with her lips slightly parted. ‘I was going to say— with good reason. You and the man you loved were backed into a corner and forced to break up. Your grandfather died just a week before that. You’re angry. And have every right to be. So I don’t blame you nor am I mad at you… not anymore at least.’ He leaned in a bit, ‘You’re not to blame for all of this, Anya. This could be easy for us if you just accept it … I have.’ His large hands finally let of her waist and he turned around to walk back to the motor.
‘Y-you have?’ She folded her arms, slight tears brimming at her eyes. ‘Even after what I’ve said to you? Calling you jealous and — after all these years of hate. You truly don’t mind marrying me?’
‘Oh-ho-ho, don’t get it twisted princess, I still hate you profusely. But what will fighting this get us? It’ll only set us back. Plus, you're pretty. I know that way we’ll have beautiful babies.’ He shrugged as he pulled that chain to start the motor.
She was taken aback by his confession. Anya knew she was beautiful and never had to question her looks a day in her existence but coming from a man who swore to hate her guts… it made her feel like a Goddess. A large grin curled on her lips as she tried to fight the small, silent giggle that came from her lips.
When he finally pulled that motor roared back to life, she walked over to him as he started to steer. She then wrapped her arm around his, resting her cheek against his solidified arm. He looked down at her in a stir, shocked that she was willingly touching him in such an intimate way. He then smiled softly, making the attempt to rest his head on top of hers but it was so damn impossible because of their height difference.
‘I thought you didn’t want my children anyway.’ She looked up at him in curiosity.
‘Idunno. Maybe I’ve had change of heart.’ He scoffed at joke, looking down at her before shooting her a wink.
***
The 4 of them had made it back to the docks in one piece when Anya smelled someone familiar. ‘Your mother is here.’ Faster than lightning, she stood up and walked on that plank as if her life depended on it. Walking down the walk way, was indeed her mother in law. Wearing this chic cream and baby blue lady pants suit, with a dark blue blouse and dark blue stilettos.
‘Ah! Anya, you’ve made it!’ She had this gleam of a smile curled on her lips.
‘I have,’ Anya raised a brow, holding her heels in her fingers, ‘You’re late.’
Amadeo had just walked up behind Anya and shoved his fists in his pockets, ‘Hello mother. So nice of you to finally join us. Unfortunately for you though, Anya was getting ready to leave.’
‘Oh no! Look, I have some snacks prepared for us on the beach! You could leave after your finished then.’
‘Oh—Oh no, I Can’t I really have to get back to—‘
‘I’m starting to think you live more for your mother than you do for yourself child.’
That remark had seem to shut Anya up, stop her from saying anything else to prevent her from joining them for lunch.
‘C’mon now,’ Celestia grabbed Anya’s hands, ‘It’ll be nice to spend time with my son and daughter in law.’
Anya sighed, pressing her lips together and looked up at Amadeo. He looked back down at her, giving her a face of surrender and then shrugged his shoulders. Anya let out a groan and smacked her teeth, ‘Fine.’
***
Celestia walked along the side walk with them for as long as she could. ‘OK, this is the spot.’ She pointed out towards the shoreline. There laid a blanket with a bottle of wine, grapes, crackers and cheeses. All of Anya’s favorite things. Amadeo and Anya, walked into the warm sand next to one another. It was quiet between them two once again.
Amadeo then turned around to see his mother standing on the sidewalk, ‘Mama? You comin’?’
Anya then turned around halfway and once Celestia looked down at her watch, her heart sank.
‘Oh no honey. I have to be somewhere in a few with your father. Just— family business.’
Amadeo’s eyebrows pulled together, ‘Oh— with that thing?’ His mother nodded once. ‘Oh. Well alright then. I guess I’ll see you soon.’ Then he continued on walking.
‘You will baby! Y’all two behave!’ Celestia eyes then focused on Anya. And then a slow sinister grin curled on her lips. She knew exactly what she was doing. She was forcing them to get in close to one another so they could, if not love— but tolerate one another. So, Anya rolled her eyes before turning around to follow Amadeo to their spot.
She dropped her heels to the size and carefully sat down. ‘Does your mother have to have a motive to everything?’
Amadeo chuckled as he sat down as well, ‘She is the one that makes most of the business decisions. My dad just… claims them to be his own.’ He gave a nonchalant shrug, ‘But, the Pride doesn’t make it without the Lioness,’ he then reached down, grabbed the corkscrew and started working on the cork, ‘Want a glass?’
