Finale
Alright guys we've come to the end of Chevonne's and Ashton's story. There is a love scene (I hear some of you saying finally) but because I'm a bit of a prude when it comes to sex (I see it as a private matter between lovers, in other words NOBODY is hipped to what goes on in my bedroom) it might not live up to everyone's expectation. I hope you've enjoyed Ashton's and Chevonne's journey to each other and the love they discovered they shared.
CHAPTER 14
Martin held Katrina his arms as the hotel manager passed the smelling salts under her nose wondering why hearing that Chevonne was his sister caused her to faint.
He couldn't think of a reason why hearing that would cause such a reaction from her since as far as he knew Katrina didn't know his sister. Sure she and Chevonne went to the same school but that didn't mean they knew each other. Then he began remembering some of the things Chevonne told him about her roommate and he compared them mentally to Katrina.
Chevonne said her roommate was self-absorbed. 'That could apply to Katrina,' Martin thought to himself. She loved taking about herself.
'Chevonne said her roommate sported a year round tan and spent a lot of time in tanning salons.'
'That could also apply to Katrina,' Martin thought. 'She often said she'd never be seen without a tan and how she kept her tan by going to tanning salons.'
Chevonne talked about how her roommate's eyes were the bluest shade of blue she'd ever seen.
'That could definitely apply to Katrina,' Martin thought. Her eyes were the first things that attracted him to her. He had never seen eyes so blue.
Chevonne also talked about how her roommate talked about herself when she had breast implants done and how she thought she used her breast as a model when she told the doctor what she wanted done. She said her roommate considered her breasts, her face and her figure to be her best assets and she would always take care of them.
Martin remembered that Katrina wasn't shy about letting him know that she'd had her breasts done. She told him that she considered her breasts, body and face to be her best assets and that she would always take care of them.
When he remembered the name of Chevonne's roommate it all came together. The woman he had been sleeping with and the woman his sister called tits and brainless were the same woman.
Martin wanted to kick himself for not realizing such an obvious thing. But that didn't explain why Katrina fainted when she found out that Chevonne was his sister and that she was getting married today.
He was brought out of his thoughts when Katrina began to stir when the scent of the smelling salts hit her nose. Her body jerked and she put her hands on the manager's hand pushing the smelling salts away. The sound of a siren let him know that someone had called the British version of paramedics.
They checked Katrina out, didn't find anything wrong but suggested that she go to the hospital to be examined by a doctor to be sure.
Katrina assured them she fainted because she hadn't eaten and not because of a medical condition and that she would see her personal doctor when she returned home to the states. They had her sign a medical release and left.
"Tell me what's going on," Martin demanded after they were left alone.
"I became light-headed because I haven't eaten and I fainted," Katrina said her tone trying to convince Martin that it was the truth.
"Don't play me, Katrina," Martin told her. "You became light-headed and fainted after I told you that Chevonne was my sister and she was getting married today," Martin said his tone letting Katrina know that he knew she was lying and she had better stop bullshitting around with him and tell him the truth.
Deciding that Martin's anger could be used to her benefit and against Ashton and possibly stop the wedding Katrina decided to tell him the truth.
She told him everything about her and Ashton's plan to get Ashton's parent to accept her so that she and Ashton could get married, their plan to use a black woman to do it and why they decided Chevonne would be the perfect person they use to accomplish their goal.
As he listened Martin experienced something he had never experienced before. The urge to smack a woman. The desire to beat Katrina a woman he thought he knew and shared a bed with until he felt happy again. And the way he felt he wouldn't be happy again until both Katrina and Ashton were in the hospital.
Feeling the urge beginning to overwhelm him and becoming harder for him to resist he turned and walked away from Katrina because he didn't want to go to jail in a foreign country.
"Wait a minute," Katrina said placing her hand on his arm ignoring the anger and rage she saw in Martin's eyes. "I should go with you in case your parents don't believe you. I can confirm what you're saying."
Martin turned and gave her a look that said loud and clear that if she didn't get her hand off of him, he wouldn't be responsible for what he did to her.
Fearing what he might do Katrina quickly removed her hand from his arm.
"Are you really as empty-headed, shallow and ignorant as you're appearing to be right now?" Martin asked his voice letting her know he was practicing a great deal of restraint. "Or do you not know that the last place you should want to be is anywhere that I am? Especially where the space is confined and we're alone and no one could see us. Do you really think you can tell me about a plan where you and that asshole Ashton planned to use and humiliate my sister that I would to invite you along to try and keep her from making a huge mistake by marrying this jerk? I hope you don't think your shit is so good that I'll put you over my sister. Because bitch if you do you need to think again. The thing you need to realize is that I have priorities. My first priority is to get to my sister and try to prevent her from marrying that asshole. My second priority is to kick the jerk's ass. My third priority is to come after you and make you sorry you ever met my sister, to give you a reason to see that using anybody in this manner ever again is a stupid and dangerous thing for you to do. Especially a black woman because you don't know if she might have a nut in her family who might go off on you like I'm going to do. So little girl you should forget about helping me and start praying to God that you survive what I'm going to do to you. In fact if I were you I wouldn't be here when I come back."
All the color drained from Katrina's face and she turned as white as a sheet. She couldn't believe this is the same man she shared an intimate moment with more than a week ago.
"You don't mean that Martin," she said walking towards him.
'This bitch has lost her mind,' Martin thought to himself.
He held his hand up stopping her advance, "I'm going to leave," he said backing away from her. "You need to stay right where you are because if you come any closer to me, I'm going to jail."
Katrina seeing that Martin was truly angry with her went over to the check out desk and told the manager to get her bill ready because she was leaving. She knew it was time for her to get the hell out of Dodge before the fireworks went off and she got hurt in the resulting explosion.
She rushed upstairs to her room, threw her things into her bags and was ready to go in less than half an hour later.
She decided to go to Florida where the rest of her family was and she figured she would be safe. She was going to take her diploma and check out employment possibilities in Florida because Georgia was too hot for her right now.
Martin rushed out of the hotel and asked the doorman to hail him a cab. He climbed into the cab, gave the driver the Bishop's address and asked him to get him there as quickly as he possible.
He had to get there and stop the wedding. He couldn't and wouldn't allow his sister to marry Ashton Bishop.
Martin was confident he would have his parents support when they heard about Ashton's plans for Chevonne and the shameful way he planned to treat her.
He told Katrina he didn't want to go to jail in a foreign country but he knew if given the opportunity he was going to make sure Ashton's face kissed his fist many times causing him physical pain and that might get him sent to jail.
He prayed the driver got him to the Bishop's home before Chevonne ruined her life.
Ashton was upstairs in his bedroom checking out his appearance in his mirror when there was a knock on his bedroom door. He opened it and wasn't surprised to see Chevonne's father Mr. Michaelson standing on the other side.
Ashton had been expecting him to come to him for an explanation of his behavior toward Chevonne for awhile. Ashton observed him as he walked into the room and closed the door.
William Michaelson stood about five feet ten and a half inches tall. Ashton put his weight at around one hundred sixty-five to one hundred seventy-five pounds. His skin was a little darker than Chevonne's skin. His facial features depended on who he was talking to and what his mood was.
During the time he had been visiting with Ashton and his parents, Ashton watched him as he interacted with his wife and daughter.
He treated the ladies in his life like they were the most precious , the most important people in his life and in his dark brown eyes he saw nothing but love for both his wife and his daughter.
Chevonne and her mother had him wrapped around their little fingers a place he seemed to relish being. Much like his father was when it came to his mother.
William Michaelson was gentle with Chevonne and her mother, protecting them and gently getting them to see things his way when he had to deny them something they really wanted.
He never raised his voice to his wife, even if they had a disagreement. Chevonne's mother was the one who freely expressed her emotions and let you know in no uncertain terms how she felt. Sarah Michaelson was easy to read as a newspaper spread out before you.
Mr. Michaelson kept his feelings closer to his chest. But Ashton wasn't dumb enough to be fooled by the man's quiet demeanor. Something about the man said don't mess with him or his family.
"I guess you know why I'm here," William said slipping a hand into his pocket, his brown eyes never leaving Ashton's.
"I think so sir," Ashton replied, finding his mouth had suddenly gone dry making swallowing almost impossible.
"It's not about your reason for bringing my daughter here to meet your parents," William said.
"She told me, you and she have already dealt with that issue and it was a private matter between the two of you. Meaning that I should butt out. Which I'll do. I'm here because in less than thirty minutes I'm expected to hand her over to you in marriage. A man, I know she loves very much, but whom I'm not sure who loves her at all. I need you to convince me that Chevonne, my daughter, my baby, my Peaches is important to you that you love her and will protect her. Because if you can't I will forcefully if I have to drag her on to a plane heading back to Atlanta. I won't turn my daughter over to a man who doesn't love her and whom I don't trust. I won't walk her down that aisle and turn her over to you."
