Chapter Twelve

“Mmm . . . this is nice,” Lorenzo said as he leaned his head back and let the warm water swirl around his stiff body.

“I’m glad you approve,” Skye said as she finished pulling down the shades of the pool house where the hot tub was located. She then made sure to lock the door and joined Lorenzo. Slipping off the silk robe she wore, to reveal the white, one-piece suit beneath, Skye slid into the water beside Lorenzo.

Lorenzo opened one eye and looked at her. “Looking for some privacy?” he asked with a smile.

“Just a little,” she said as she piled her hair on her head and secured it with a clip.

Lorenzo watched her. The slope of her neck. Her almost translucent skin. The throb of her pulse just below the surface. Taking advantage of the water and its soothing effects of his body, Lorenzo twisted to his side, tracing his lips over her pulse point.

“Mmm . . . now this is nice,” she moaned as she tilted her head to the side, granting him further access.

Wrapping his arms around her, Lorenzo pulled Skye to him so she was now straddling his lap, and giving him more access to the silky skin of her throat.

Putting her hands on his shoulders, Skye supported herself and settled a little more comfortably in his lap. This had definitely been a good idea.


He had been warned not to do this, but Sonny was not used to taking orders and he wasn’t about to start. He was going to have to remind his new partner that he was the one to contact him, not the other way around.

Nothing much about Port Charles had changed in the last two years. It was the same small town an hour from the Canadian border. It even still had that small, town feel where you could raise a family.

And that’s what he wanted, his family. He hadn’t seen his sons in over two years, not since Carly had taken them away from him. Michael would be twelve now and Morgan six. He was missing so much of their lives – but he wasn’t going to miss anymore. Not if he could help it. He just had to talk to Carly, convince her that he needed to be in their lives. Just make her see that he wasn’t as bad as everyone was making him out to be.

Once he had that chance, he was sure he would be able to have his sons in his life again. And that’s all that mattered to him. Having his sons in his life. Oh, and making Lorenzo Alcazar pay for the hell he put him through.


“Are you okay?” Carly asked as she watched Sam move around the kitchen. The other woman seemed distracted and kept dropping things.

“Fine,” said Sam. “Why do you ask?”

“You seem anxious about something,” Carly said, sipping her coffee. “Did something happen?”

Sam sighed. She knew that if she told Carly what had happened this afternoon, she would never hear the end of it and Carly would become even more determined in her quest to get her and Jason together.

Carly watched her. “Come on Sam, what is it?” she asked impatiently. Carly was sure something had happened and she hated not knowing what it was.

“Alright. If I tell you, will you promise to not jump to conclusions and make a big deal about it?” Sam said as she joined Carly at the kitchen table.

Carly put her cup of coffee down and leaned forward. She had a feeling this was going to be good.

Sam let out a breath and looked down at her hands on the table. “Okay . . . earlier today, I was upstairs taking a shower. After, when I was getting dressed, I realized that Elaina had been playing with my sweater this morning and it wasn’t in my room.” Sam stopped a moment and bit her lip.

“Okay . . . “ said Carly, not sure what this had to do with anything. “I don’t think I understand.”

“Well . . . then I remembered that Elaina had it in Jason’s room, so I went to get it . ."

Carly’s eyes widened. “Oh. My. God,” she said.

Sam let out a breath. “I swear, I thought I was here by myself!” Sam said, knowing her cheeks were turning a bright red. “I didn’t even think he would be home.”

“So what happened?” Carly asked urgently. This was definitely good.

“Well, I went into his room to get the sweater and Jason was in there . . . and he had just come out of the shower . . ."

If Carly’s eyes could have gotten any bigger they would have popped out of her head. “You’re joking!” she exclaimed.

“Shhh!” Sam hissed. “It was embarrassing enough the first time around,” she said.

“So . . . what was he wearing . . . or was he not wearing anything?” Carly asked.

“He was wearing something . . . a towel,” Sam squeaked out, the image of Jason’s hard chest burned into her mind. She would never be able to get that out of her head.

“Wow,” said Carly. “So, is he still as nicely built as I remember?” she asked, sitting her chin in her hand.

Sam looked at her in confusion. “Wait. You and Jason?”

“It was a long time ago,” Carly said, waving Sam’s confusion away. “And what were you wearing? You said you were getting dressed.”

Sam had hoped that Carly’s short attention span would have caused her to forget that part of it. “Well . . . I wasn’t naked or anything!” she exclaimed, her cheeks now flaming red. “But I was wearing a white tank top and . . . .white panties . . ."

Carly’s eyebrows went up as she looked at Sam.

“Okay, okay! It was a thong and I forgot it was a thong until I turned to go back to my room . . . after turning my back to him when I left . . .” Sam finished in a half whisper.

Carly started laughing. “Oh man,” she said. “This is priceless! I can’t believe this is the first time something like this has happened in the two years you two have been living together.”

Sam silently agreed. “Look Carly, you have to swear you won’t tell anyone else! And you can’t tease Jason about it either!”

“Oh come on Sam! You’re taking the fun out of it,” Carly whined.

“Carly! There was no fun in it! Do you know how embarrassed I was! And I’m sure Jason was too!”

Carly got a wicked look in her eyes. “So, ummm . . . when Jason saw you . . . did you notice anything about him?”

Sam looked at her for a moment. “Notice any-“ then her eyes widened. “NO!” she exclaimed. “Get your head out of the gutter!”

Carly laughed. “Come on Sam, it may have been a while since I was with Jason, but believe me . . . it would have been very noticeable.”

Sam stared at Carly in shock and then threw the dishtowel that was in her hand at her. “This conversation is officially over,” she said.

“Fine. Whatever,” Carly said as she picked up her coffee cup and took a sip. But this was far from over as far as she was concerned.


Jason sighed and rubbed his hand over the back of his neck. After what had happened at the house with Sam, Jason had needed to get out and get some air. His walk had brought him to Jessica. He looked down at the headstone and sighed again.

“I don’t know what’s happening Jess,” he said quietly. “And I don’t know what to think about it.” Jason wasn’t sure if he knew how he was going to be able to put into words what was swirling around in his head. He was confused. And he didn’t like it.

“Sam has been so great with Elaina and a breath of fresh air after I lost you. I was ready to give up. But Sam wouldn’t let me. She reminded me that I needed to be here for our daughter. I knew that in my head, but my heart was broken when you died. I will always miss you Jessica. I will always love you.” Jason stopped and took a breath. What was he doing? Was he seriously standing here telling the woman he loved that there was another woman in his life that was starting to mean something to him? Jason shook his head and sighed. He was so confused.


Sonny finally reached Carly’s house. He stood on the porch and looked at the red door, the small windows in the door allowing him to see into the living room. He had to admit that Carly had done a good job with decorating the house. What he could see was light and comfortable. He could see his boys being happy here. And knowing Carly, there was a large backyard for the boys to play in. Letting out a breath, Sonny lifted his hand and knocked on the door. He hadn’t seen Carly’s car in the driveway, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t home.

Sonny waited and then knocked again, but there was no answer and no sign that Carly or his sons were home. This was not how it was supposed to be. They were supposed to be home when he got there. Michael and Morgan were supposed to be happy to see him. And with the boys so excited, Sonny was sure he would be able to make Carly see that they needed him in their lives. His sons needed their father. Carly couldn’t raise them alone.

After waiting a couple of more minutes, Sonny sighed in frustration. Where the hell were they? He had it all worked out in his head, but he hadn’t accounted for them not being there. She was messing everything up. She of all people knew how important this was to him. How could she do this to him? Running his hands through his hair in frustration and anger, Sonny paced back and forth on the porch. No, it wasn’t supposed to happen this way.

Sonny stopped his frantic pacing and looked through the window again, pounding on the door.

“Can I help you?” a voice said from behind him. Sonny spun around and came face to face with a former employee.

“Max,” he said with a nod of his head.

Max stood with his legs shoulder-width apart, his hands behind his back, a steely look in his eyes. Jason had alerted him to the fact that Mr. Corinthos would try this. Max was just glad that Carly and the boys weren’t home.

“Do me a favor, tell me where Carly and my sons are,” Sonny said, flashing his smile and deep dimples.

“I’m sorry Mr. Corinthos, but I no longer work for you and do not take orders from you. I am going to have to ask you to leave,” Max said, standing his ground.

Sonny glared at Max. “Max, I am here to see my children, and you are not going to stop me.”

Max pulled himself up straighter. He didn’t want to cause a scene, but he had strict orders not to let Sonny Corinthos anywhere near the boys. It was a good thing the boys were not home and neither was Carly. Max knew she would have made this a lot more complicated.

Sonny knew Max and knew he was not going to back down. Not if he was given a direct order. And Sonny knew that was what was going on here. He was sure Jason had given the order.

“Fine,” Sonny said, backing down. “No need to toss threats around.” But this was far from over.

As he watched the other man leave, Max pulled out his cell phone and dialed Jason’s number.


“I think we should just move in here,” Skye moaned as she leaned back against Lorenzo’s chest.

Lorenzo chuckled. “Well, we may have to after our visitor earlier today,” he said.

Skye wrinkled her nose and turned on his lap to face him. “That room is getting a complete makeover before I even think of sleeping in there,” she said.

“It’s all yours,” Lorenzo said as he ran his fingers through her hair. “I want you to make it ours.”

Skye looked down at him. “Really?” she asked.

“Really,” said Lorenzo. “I know you’ve been staying here with me, but it’s always been more my space than yours. I want to make it ours.”

Sliding her arms over his neck, Skye smiled. “Sounds perfect,” she whispered, moving her head closer to his.

Lorenzo groaned deep in his chest as he wrapped his arms around her, sliding his tongue over the seams of her lips, seeking entrance and then sliding his tongue in when she granted it to him. Lorenzo couldn’t get enough of being this close to her. He never wanted to loose that.


Jason waited on the docks. He had gotten the call and had a feeling he knew where his former friend and boss would end up. He didn’t have to wait long as he heard the footsteps coming down the wooden stairs. He didn’t even have to turn around to know it was Sonny.

“I figured Max would call you,” he said as he turned his voice cold and hard.

Sonny stopped and looked at the man he had molded into who he was. “Jason,” he said, stopping at the bottom of the stairs.

This was a long time in coming.

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