Revenge

6- Soft Landing.

Barbara Fletcher walked, model-like, with her hips swaying back and forth. Her lime green eyes, glistening, behind her $1,000 shades. Barbara kept her style and appearance as calm as possible. Her lovely 6'3 husband, stood inbetween her, and her destination. The garage.

"Our son is at the airport Harry," She stoicly, professed, "I intend to meet him and his lady friend before they land."

"Lady friend?" Harrison looked deeply in his wifes' longing eyes, "He's finally moved on from that filth, Naomi."

Barbaras' gloved hand, swept across Harrisons' disrespectful face, "A woman is only filth when she complies to the likes of you."

"Yet, you married me."

"Let me give you a tip," Barbara kindly slid past him, and as she strutted away, "It wasn't for anything above your waist."

Harrison just stood in the exact spot, stunned, but not surprised. He'd been married to his Barbara for 30 years. In those 30 years, he'd seen the many different faces of that woman. He was amazed by and adored every last one of them.

"Mr. Fletcher? Luke's on the phone." Their humble maid, Helga informed Harrison, handing him a small flip phone.

"Hello?" He crossed his face, why didn't Luke just wait until he got to the house.

"Father, I need a request to ask from Uncle Donnie and Ronnie."

"Ask your mother, they're her brothers." He sighed, in dreadful thought of his wifes' malicious family. The Olivia family was definitely a force to be reckoned with.

"You know how mom is..."

"I do know how your mother is, that's why you have to ask for yourself." He didn't even wait for his son to finish his plea, he closed the flip phone and handed it to Helga with a smile.

Helga joyfully took the phone and continued cleaning the 6 bedroom mansion.

In the midst of Harrisons' thoughts, the heavy, thick, cherry wood doors flew open. Helga carried, what he suspected to be his sons' luggage, upstairs. And in came the guest of honor: his son.

Luke had a wicked crook in his neck, from sleeping in that stupid plane for 7 hours. It was the crack of dawn and Ana was fully awake. She'd usually be in her bed crying herself to sleep by now.

Ana stepped through the towering double doors and gazed upon the opening floors' beauty. Luke wasn't kidding when he said his family had resources. She caught herself catching eyes with the woman that drove her and Luke here. The woman looked fairly young, with livid red lips. The woman, who was smiling, stood next to a man that looked similar to Luke.

"I'm Barbara, and this is my husband: Harry." She introduced.

"This is my friend, Deana Keaton."

"Well," Harry inched closer, inspecting her fine, African features, "Luke has told me nothing about you."

"I wouldn't tell you either," Barbara brushed off his presumptuous examination, "You despised the last girl he showed interest in."

Naomi, danced through Anas' mind. Luke just rolled his eyes and cleared his throat. All his parents did was throw verbal blows at each other, he offered up the suggestion of a divorce and they literally laughed in his face.

"Ana needs help-"

"Son a friend of yours is a friend of ours."

"No mom," He corrected, "Don and Ron type help."

Barbara put on a completely serious tone. She looked Ana dead in her eyes, and without removing her deathly stare, "Helga, show Ana to her room, and give her a tour, while you're at it."

Once Ana was removed from the room, a hush fell over everyone. Barbara twiddled her fingers and pasted a straight line to her son.

"Don and Ron." She mimicked his tone, "What's so serious we must involve, Donovan and Ronald?"

"A stalker, psycho maniac." Luke wasted no time telling his mother, "That's after the woman I love."

"Donnie and Ronnie don't work like that."

"They do for you."

She pulled a pocket mirror from her leather purse and checked her red lipstick, "So, I risk my reputation, my life essentially... for some love for a girl that'll blow over?"

"It's not going to blow over." He historically chuckled, "I'd do anything for her protection."

Barbara examined her sons' soft face. His face was extraordinarily easy to read, she always knew if he was lying.

"I'll call Donnie and Ronnie over for brunch." She sighed out, "Until then make sure she's welcomed, with that old Olivia spirit."

Luke smirked in triumph and stumped up the stairs. All six bedrooms were on the same floor with their own bathrooms. The guest bathroom being downstairs.

He knocked before entering the room with the slightly cracked door. The room already smelled exactly like Ana. He saw that Helga unpacking her luggage was the cause of the smell.

"What was that about?" Ana hurriedly sped over, and quizzed him.

"Keeping you as safe as possible." He smiled, he sat on the freshly made bed and invited Ana to do the same. She sat centimeters away from him.

"You're honestly doing way too much." She sighed into her hands, "I can't repay you for this."

"You don't have to." He reassured her. Their eyes locked and the room instantly became overfilled with tension. Even more so, when Helga exited making sure to close the door. He rubbed her thigh in comfort, but it quickly became much more.

He stood up before things got too heated, and so did Ana. They walked in unison until Ana was in the door way and Luke was out in the hallway. As Luke turned to go to his old bedroom, "Hey Luke, one more thing." Luke turned into Anas' darling eyes, and couldn't help it anymore!

Luke let his plush, pink lips fall gently on Anas'. It was sweet and simple but you could tell they both wanted this, they knew, they both wanted this. Ana tore them apart, Luke was stunned. He watched her hurry back in her room and close the door.

"Goodnight, Ana." He sincerely said, to her door.