Reigniting an Old Flame

"He's making love to me, touching me, his tongue buried intimately between my legs. He seduces me with foreplay, I wondered if it was the suave manipulations of his playboy reputation. Part of me feels like a slut, considering his notoriety for getting women to spread their legs for him, but then he speaks and I know that the man with me is the Kevin Levin that I always knew and loved. He never wears a mask in front of me." —Gwen Tennyson.

"Mr. Levin, your lawyer is here to help you finish the paperwork," Lucius Fox smiled. The young man was business savvy, much more than he thought, considering the young man's playboy reputation.

"Send him in," Kevin told him.

In walked Frank Tennyson. Kevin was a little startled. Kevin knew Gwen's father was a lawyer, but he thought that the odds of running into him in work were slim.

"Crap!" he said it before he could stop himself.

"I do hope that's not in reference to my work," Frank laughed.

"No sir, I was just surprised to see you; that's all," Kevin admitted.

Frank went onto explain to Kevin everything that he had to do to purchase the Mister Smoothies franchise.

"Would you care to join me for lunch? There's something personal I'd like to ask you about," Frank gave him a look that he couldn't refuse.

"I have my guesses regarding the subject," Kevin replied. "I find it funny you want to take me out to lunch."

"You do have s lunch break, don't you Levin?" Frank asked. "I work on my own time so I can take lunch too."

They drove to Fox Gardens, a fancy restaurant in the middle of town.

Kevin ate his food quietly, enjoying the meal. Frank looked at him with interest.

"How are you doing?" Frank asked, Kevin knew he wasn't being friendly, he was genuinely wondering about him.

"I'm…all right…" Kevin replied. "What's on your mind?"

"Ever since your mother's death you've been different. What happened between you and Gwen anyway?"

"None of your damn business!" Kevin snapped.

"I'm her father so it is my business!" Frank retorted.

"She broke it off with me. And it wasn't even my fault."

"Did she tell you this herself?"

"No, she e-mailed me, didn't think she was that cold."

"She's not, she would have told you to your face! What did you do afterward? Found something pretty that would spread her legs for you, have you ever really been happy, Levin?" Frank scowled at him.

"What would you know about sex, huh?" Kevin sneered.

"I have two kids, so I know plenty, and I was never disloyal to my wife, not even when we were dating. You think you're the only guy who's had his girl break up with him? Cry me a river, boy!"

Frank slammed his fists down to get Kevin's attention. "Don't think I haven't seen or heard about those scandalous sex tapes of those sluts you slept with, your company hired me more than once to settle with those idiotic bimbos. Don't think I don't know whose name you scream when you finish."

"Like you care!" Kevin snarled. The old man just wanted to dig the knife deeper, remind him of everything he didn't have.

"If you want her so badly, then win her back!" Frank gripped his shirt. "I can see through you Levin. You hide behind your money, the cars, even the women, in the end you don't care about any of that. It doesn't matter because she's not there!"

"Don't talk to me about my feelings!" Kevin glared.

"If you keep denying them, you'll lose her," Frank looked at him.

Frank glared at him, "You know my Gwendolyn better than anyone! You were her first boyfriend for God's sake! You can't win her back with anything you could ever buy her. She just wants to have you back in her life. She won't talk about it, but I've seen her stare at your picture, sometimes she cries herself to sleep at night. She tried to move on from you, she found someone else, but then he left her too. The least you can give her is an explanation for your actions."

Frank got up after he finished his plate. "I'll have your paperwork done later this afternoon and you'll get it back soon."

"Thank you for lunch, Mr. Tennyson," Kevin watched him go. Kevin sighed. It wasn't as easy as Frank made it seem. It wasn't like Gwen was just going to walk into his office.

Gwen Tennyson was relatively happy, it had been seven years since Kevin Levin had left Bellwood and at the age of 26 she was settled into her life as a politician, she wanted to make a difference in Bellwood and was currently running for mayor. She had no desire to join the now-corrupt police force.

"Gwen, could you drop this paperwork by Levin Enterprises?" Frank asked.

"Levin Enterprises, Daddy?" Gwen asked a little surprised.

"Yes, I helped your old boyfriend with something; I did some paperwork for him. I don't have time to see him myself; I figured you should see him again." Frank Tennyson smiled.

"You do know what he's rather famous for; I don't have a relationship with him anymore."

"You keep telling yourself that, Gwen, but he does care about you."

"It doesn't seem like it," Gwen scowled.

"He does, Gwen, he's hiding it behind the booze and the women, but he still misses you."

"I'll do it…just for you, Daddy," she smiled stiffly. Gwen shrugged her shoulders and left.

Gwen drove to Levin Enterprises; it was enormous, looked important and was a surprisingly busy place.

She drove her car to the large building and walked inside to the receptionist.

"I'm here to meet with Kevin Levin," she snapped at the receptionist, she didn't want to be here, but her father Frank had told her that he needed paperwork delivered to Kevin Levin.

"You don't have an appointment, Miss Tennyson," the receptionist said. Gwen was still famous enough to be recognized by strangers. And she was running for mayor.

"Just tell him that I'm here to see him," Gwen glowered.

"Mister Levin, Gwen Tennyson is here to see you," the receptionist spoke.

"Please send her up," Kevin's voice replied.

"He'll see you," the receptionist told her. Gwen turned and headed up in the elevator.

Two women got in; they were carrying on a conversation.

"Come on, Jezebel, you should ask him for a date," Dawn smiled.

"Oh, I don't have the guts; I'd rather just skip a date and just ask him to do me."

"Kevin Levin, heard he's a sex god, make a girl all dreamy," Dawn laughed, "But he doesn't seem like it, he hasn't hit on any of the girls here."

"Don't talk to me about him being a sex god; I start to daydream about his fingers, what it would be like to have them inside me."

Gwen glared at both of them. So his playboy reputation was apparently, something ladies enjoyed about him. He made her want to puke.

He lounged in his office chair, his arms crossed, looking relaxed. He inhaled sharply as she entered the room. He felt tense, she was stunningly beautiful, just as lovely as he remembered; her slim legs, her long hair, her lithe body, he wanted to have her, right then, he wanted to make love to her, and it wouldn't be some other girl beneath him, he'd hear her cries and see her orgasm.

He tried desperately to push the images from his mind. She was here for business not pleasure. It had to be business, she looked utterly disgusted, and he was utterly smitten.

Gwen approached him, her eyes hard and angry, veiled by a polite expression on her face.

"I was expecting your father to come here," Kevin smiled, he was genuinely glad to see her.

"I came to deliver his paperwork; he's been swamped with cases lately so he asked me to drop them off here." She handed him the paperwork, now she could leave.

"You don't have to go," he looked at her as she turned to leave.

"I have things I have to do."

"I've heard you're running for mayor, best of luck with that." He smiled.

"Thanks…" Gwen replied, trying not to smile. It was like they'd never been apart.

"You look so beautiful…Won't you stay for awhile and spend some time with me?" He tried not to sound suggestive, but it ended up coming out that way anyway.

"I don't want to spend my time with someone like you!" she snapped.

"You do know my reputation don't you?" Kevin's eyes narrowed. Gwen's eyes widened.

"I've seen one of your disgusting sex tapes one of those empty headed bimbos leaked to the internet. You have a lot of nerve screaming my name when you orgasm!" She snarled. "I thought you'd changed, but no, money has made you worse than what you already were!"

She used her powers to shut his office door and lock it.

"We're going to talk about this, right here, right now!" Gwen glared at him.

"Gwen, I don't think we should talk about it here, I'm at work. Maybe after my work day is done we can meet and talk about this later—" Kevin knew her well enough to know she was angry with him. He raised his hands in a placating gesture.

"What work?! Fucking blonde, empty headed bimbos?!" Gwen screamed loud enough that anyone walking by could hear her.

"That's enough Gwen!" he growled, he moved over to her and she backed away, she felt her knees bump a chair.

"I can hear them whispering and giggling, talking about how you'd be a sex god in bed, how they'd love it if you stuck your fingers inside them. They don't know you—"

"You're right, they don't know me, but you do. You shouldn't tempt me Gwen. You do know that I hate girls in makeup, makes them look fake, lipstick gets on skin and clothes, makes it obvious that you've had a girl when their lipstick's on your neck. Guys notice when eyeliner's smeared or runs down the side of a girl's face."

He cupped her face in his hands and stroked her cheek.

"You never wore enough to annoy me, but now that you're not wearing any…I can think of all the things I can do to you and no one else will ever know after you leave this room."

She pulled away from him and threw up her hands, "I can't stand the sight of you! Your money, your cars, your women, your smug smirk. I bet you've got a ton of "friends", begging you for money and favors. Now that I've run my Dad's errands, I'm leaving!" Gwen started to walk out the door.

"Gwen, don't go! Please! Don't leave me alone!" Kevin pleaded, his voice filled with genuine longing and desperation. She was his only lifeline and he was drowning without her.

She stopped, paused and turned to face him.

Kevin gripped her shoulders, pressing his mouth to hers in an open-mouthed, hot kiss; he tasted her lips and slipped his tongue into her mouth, exploring hers intently. He barely gave her time to breathe when he pulled away.

He wanted her, she was his girl, she belonged to him, he knew that. He didn't want another girl, just her and only her.

She saw it around his neck, the same necklace and lock she'd given him a long time ago. He was still clinging to the past, their past.

"Come here…Gwendolyn…" he whispered, motioning her with his finger.

Gwen felt her body moving, he pulled her body to his, pressed himself against her. She could feel the power radiating from him, his muscular body enticed her. His kisses made her feel heady and dizzy; his voice compelled her to stay with him.

Kevin shoved her into the chair roughly, swiftly moving and yanking down her underwear and pants, "I want to touch you."

"Kevin, you can't!" Gwen gripped his large hand and kept him back from her, she noticed he wasn't pushing against her.

"But you still let me kiss you," he pointed out, smirking.

"I want to touch you Gwen," he repeated, his eyes were burning with lust; she could see that he wanted much more than to just touch her.

She reached down to pull up her pants. He noted even her lingerie was modest and unsexy; most girls he'd slept with wore the smallest bras possible with thongs to match. They left little to the imagination and he hated slutty clothing, sure girls looked hot, but she had high standards regarding her image and her body, and it had rubbed off on him, he had come to expect a lot from other women and they never measured up.

"I'm just a slutty bitch; you call all the other "women" you hook up with that. How can you say that, after what you wrote me?"

Gwen began to recite that heartbreaking email from memory.

"I won't be e-mailing you anymore. I've moved on and found someone else. I don't love you; I never did in the first place."

"You were never there for me when I needed you. You'll never understand my pain. Move on with your life, I have already. Don't even bother to write back. I won't respond." Kevin finished, her eyes widened.

"Why'd you say that? Didn't you write it?" Gwen asked, stunned.

"No, I didn't. You wrote that to me, except it said that one of your friends that I don't know died or something like that. I tried to respond but nothing got through."

Gwen stared at him, "I tried to call, but all my calls were dropped."

"Same here, someone…someone did this to us on purpose," Kevin's eyes narrowed, who would try to separate them, and why?

"You're not a slutty bitch, I just wanted my own pleasure, those girls, I didn't really want them, you're here with me and that's all I want," he whispered.

"Why would someone do this to us?" Gwen asked; she reached up to touch his cheek. "I thought I lost you…"

"You never lost me Gwen," Kevin replied, he held her hand.

"How do I know that?" Gwen asked; her eyes were filled with doubt.

"Because I love you, you're the only girl I've ever wanted in my entire life."

He moved close to her again.

"I want you, right here, right now," he whispered, he longed to bury his fingers in her warmth.

"Kevin, you're working, we're in a public building, I can't…" Gwen swallowed nervously.

"I wanna finger you, feel your tight pussy and hear you moan."

He had never liked the sounds of other women, they always started off loudly; he could tell they were exaggerating their pleasure. The noises they made reminded him of mindless animals.

He slipped her pants back down and he watched them pool at her feet. Kevin removed her shoes so he could free her legs, he moved back so he could look her in the face as he touched her. He brushed his finger around her opening, parting her folds as he penetrated her gently.

Gwen sighed, his finger played her, stroked her, pushed into her with experienced ease, she knew his reputation as a playboy, but how much of it was true? She didn't want to think about it. He stretched her body, coaxing her arousal.

"You feel just as good as I've imagined," he whispered.

"You probably say that to every girl you've fingered," she sighed. "…Feels good, K—Kevin…fingers…thick and hard…"

"That's not the only thing about me that's thick and hard," Kevin whispered, pressing himself against her, tapping her with his rigid erection. "Do you see what you do to me?! Can you feel how hard I am?! Just for you, Gwendolyn Tennyson! I will push you down onto this floor and bury myself inside you; I will cum, call your name, and have you over and over until you're spent! And you will enjoy it"

"Please don't say things like that, my mind can't handle it!" Gwen tried to push the erotic images from her mind, but she couldn't, the thought of being with him was too much. She'd denied him in hopes for something special when they were married, but life had given her heartbreak and sadness, in this brief moment with him, she could experience the happiness she had denied herself for a long time.

"Don't deny you want me," Kevin whispered.

"Why do you make me feel this way?" Gwen asked, her eyes pleaded for an answer, for his affections and love.

"Because we know we can't keep playing this game, can we sweetheart?"

"No, Kevin…" her voice trailed off.

"What do you want?" he asked her, he stopped moving his fingers. She groaned. Her voice was soft, lovely, gentle, the sounds of pleasure were sweet music to his ears.

"I want you."

"You want me to…what?" he placed his palm against her opening; he could feel the moisture on his hand. She wanted him and he rejoiced in her desire.

"Keep touching me…"

He smiled broadly as he dipped his fingers back into her and used slow, circular motions to stimulate her. "Nice to know you're enjoying yourself."

"I'm going to kiss you…" he whispered.

Kevin leaned forward and kissed her. He couldn't let any of his staff hear them, it added excitement to his ministrations, but if they found them, they'd just assume the usual, but he would prefer that they didn't know of their relationship.

The kiss was greedy, demanding, Kevin wanted her, he'd suppressed his desire so long, he'd seen her on the news, he'd dreamed about her. He'd thought about showing up at a fundraiser, but he knew he wouldn't have been able to control himself. He knew the scandal this could cause, but he didn't care.

He rubbed her clit, hard, he heard her sharp gasp, he smiled, "You like that Gwen; I'll do it harder!"

He rubbed her roughly; adding another finger, he began to lightly graze her vaginal walls with his fingernails with just enough pressure to cause her to buck her hips off the chair.

Kevin curled his finger in the "come here" motion, he smiled, "Come here, lovely Gwen."

Gwen cried out unexpectedly as she felt orgasm hit her, the moan that escaped her lips was loud enough to be heard through the door.

He licked her fluids off his fingers, "So nice!"

Gwen blushed, she'd never seen anyone do that before, Kevin licked his lips.

Gwen leaned back in the chair. "I need…more…more!" she moaned, her body ached. She wanted more than his fingers inside her. All her resolve, gone, shattered, and all he did was kiss and touch her. Gwen felt horrible, like she was "easy" for him to have.

She didn't flirt with guys, try to go out on dates or try to hook up with random, handsome strangers, but her she was, begging like a wanton lover for him. She'd never stopped thinking about him all these years, she had always wanted him, she didn't push him for too much in their relationship.

Kevin smiled; he moved his mouth to her sex, "Not done with you yet. I'm hungry and I'm gonna eat you."

"Kevin…" Gwen kept her voice a whisper, she was so needy, she'd missed him so much. After Joe had disappeared one night, she'd searched for him everywhere, the police had looked too, but he was nowhere to be found. They had declared him dead.

She had tried to move on from both losses but it hadn't worked, and then Kevin had reappeared and hadn't even acknowledged her. But here he was, touching her, kissing her like they'd never been apart, as if they'd been lovers for years.

"I've dreamed of you for so long," he whispered, "You're still wet for me, Gwen, and your pussy…"

He pushed his tongue into her entrance, Gwen clamped her mouth shut, trying not to scream, his tongue was hot, searing her with his heat, she could feel him licking her, tasting her, his eyes were open and he was looking up at her, satisfied by her reactions to him.

He pulled her forward so she was lying down slightly in his small chair; he supported her with his arms.

His tongue explored her folds, she hissed in pleasure, trying to not make any noise; she jerked her hips up towards his mouth, trying to set a rhythm. Gwen felt something shaking, as if he were laughing in amusement.

Kevin smiled, he'd had sex before, with a few women, some were far more beautiful than Gwen, but they'd never reacted like this, they were not her, he had always envisioned her face and called her name when he came. He'd seen their shocked faces and they'd hated him for it. He didn't care. And so his reputation as a playboy had been established.

His tongue found a bundle of nerves and he pressed his tongue against them. He heard her scream.

"Kevin…ah!" she was loud; he didn't care if every woman in the building heard it. Gwen knew that she could be heard, but she couldn't control her voice, not with his tongue buried in her aching core, coaxing her toward an exquisite orgasm.

"Heh, heh, heh…" Gwen panted, sweat dripped down her face. Her fingers found their way through his hair.

The rhythm of his tongue was unforgiving, he could feel her orgasm as she clenched around his tongue. He wouldn't let her stop. Her cries were incoherent. He heard his name.

"Kevin….faster…harder!"

He did as she asked, his tongue prodded her, struck her in such a way that it caused her to lose control; Kevin felt her orgasm again, but this time he opened his mouth to swallow it, reveling in her taste.

"…is mine and mine alone," he finished as he pulled away, he picked her up off the chair.

"On your floor, you were serious?!" Gwen asked. He was completely shameless.

"Yes, we're gonna have wild, hot sex right now, I have to make up for lost time. I can't control myself anymore."

He pulled her down to the floor, kissing her gently, his arms wrapped around her waist; she could feel his stiff erection as it pressed through his pants.

"Do you want me, Gwendolyn?" he demanded, his voice was a feral growl.

"Y-yes, Kevin, I want you," Gwen replied, her body was shaking, her eyes were filled with lust.

"I know you want me, we've been fighting our desires for a long time." He kissed her again.

"Can you soundproof a barrier around us Gwen?" he asked, straddling her waist.

She nodded. Gwen put up a barrier, uttered a spell and looked up at him, anticipation in her eyes.

"This suit is so uncomfortable!" He growled in frustration, he pulled off the suit jacket, tossing it aside.

He took off his shirt, kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks; he tossed aside his boxers and moved over her.

He pressed kisses to her neck, nibbling and sucking, he wouldn't give her a hickey but he did enjoy kissing her neck, caressing his lips over her hot skin.

"Lemme take your shirt off," he undid the buttons, pushing her shirt off her shoulders until it fell to the floor; he undid her bra strap, cupping her breast as she shivered due to the cold air.

He stroked her nipples with his thumb, brought his mouth down to suck them harshly, he lightly grinded his teeth over them.

Gwen moaned. Not even her late husband had done something like that. Kevin made her want more, always left her breathless.

He planted kisses on her stomach, stroking her soft skin with interest. "You're gorgeous…" he murmured, mesmerized by her.

"You do this to every girl you screwed?" Gwen murmured.

"No…just you," he whispered. He pulled away for a moment.

He pulled her shoes and socks off, Gwen kicked away her pants. Kevin smiled broadly as he pulled off her panties.

Gwen reached out, grabbed him by the necklace like a collar and dragged him to her.

"Let me touch you," Gwen whispered.

"Gwen," he groaned as she encircled his engorged manhood with her small hand, she began to rub it slowly, watching him.

"I always thought of you, always imagined you doing this to me, even when I was alone, when I'd touch myself. I want you to stroke me." Kevin closed his eyes; Gwen saw the contented expression on his face.

"You are dirty, you know that?" Gwen laughed. She felt him; he was firm and hard beneath her fingertips.

"Yes, baby, I'm a horrible letch, I have a filthy, filthy mind, but only when I think about you," smirked.

"I didn't know I had such power over you," she purred, she rubbed the tip of his penis and he grunted.

"Just like I always imagined, rub me harder, Gwen, make me cum!" he ordered harshly, his breathing ragged.

"Ask me nicely Kevin Ethan Levin," she smiled slyly.

"Please Gwen; make me cum with your lovely fingers."

"All right…" she stroked him, setting a rhythm that made him groan and grunt. He was above her, without any hesitation, he orgasmed, his seed spilling onto the carpet. He wanted to be inside her the next time that happened.

"I know that one of your fantasies is that I give you oral sex isn't it, Kevin?" Gwen whispered in his ear.

"Yes," he replied, growling.

"I want you inside me, please," she whispered. "I will give you your fantasy…some other time."

"So we will make love more than once," he smiled.

"I am the only woman you'll ever make love to…" she leaned in close and kissed him. "The only one you've ever loved…"

"Yes!" he rumbled, "The only woman I'll ever make love to is you."

"Promise me, there won't be any other girls."

"I never wanted another girl," he kissed her, probing her lips with his tongue, he ravaged her mouth eagerly.

"Kevin"…I don't have any protection, I haven't been on the pill and you don't have a condom do you?"

"No, I don't like them, I haven't gotten a girl pregnant and there are no baby mommas asking for child support," he held her close. "I wouldn't mind if you got pregnant, I'd be a man and take care of you both. So don't worry, and just enjoy yourself."

"As long as your sure, Kevin," Gwen sighed, it probably wasn't like the movies where people slept together once and got pregnant, but she was unsure of what he meant by not minding if she got pregnant with his baby.

"Ah! Gwen! Love you Baby," he groaned as she pulled his hips forward and guided him into her body. She groaned in pain. She hadn't made love since she'd been married; her body had to adjust to his intrusion.

"You're not a virgin," he murmured, a little disappointed, but then again, he hadn't waited for her either. He smiled, she had experience, he wouldn't mind as long as she didn't see anyone else. He hadn't exactly shown her loyalty, but he promised himself he would never disappoint her again.

"No, I'm not," she whispered in his ear.

"Who was he? A boyfriend?" Kevin asked, stroking her cheek.

"My husband," she replied. Kevin tried to pull away from her. He did not do adultery, angry husbands were bad. He didn't do girls who had boyfriends or fiancés; the ones that came to him were usually people either looking for a good time or were trying to get over heartbreak. Most of the time it was the former. Why hadn't she said something right away? He would have stopped before he'd gotten this far.

"You're married?!" he gawked at her; he hadn't seen a ring on her finger. "Gwen…I didn't mean to, I'm sorry! I'm pulling out now…"

Gwen gripped his hips, "He died years ago Kevin, I'm alone now. Please don't stop."

Oh God, she was a widow, she didn't deserve that. He wrapped his arms around her, keeping her close.

"We will always have a relationship, no matter what..." Gwen murmured.

"So tight, Gwen…so hot…" Kevin moaned she was stretched around him; he was delighted to be sheathed inside her. "Perfect."

"Kevin…please move!" she began a rhythm and he smiled at her aggression.

"All right," he whispered, he pulled out, almost completely, before slamming himself back into her. He cried out as the friction was almost too much for him.

"Gwen!" he groaned. "Lovely Gwen!" he repeated her name as he continued to drive himself in and out, pounding her relentlessly.

"You've gotten stronger…" she explored his chest, feeling muscles she knew hadn't been there seven years ago. She rolled him over on his back so she was atop him.

His Pecs were firm beneath her touch; his broad chest was covered in sweat. She planted kisses on his torso and shoulders, enjoying the taste of his skin.

"You're so handsome…how did you become so smoking hot?" she murmured.

"About time you noticed," he grunted, holding her against him. "I've dreamed about this for a long time…" he stroked her hair.

"I used to call your name…so often…" he growled. "Now you'll actually be here….when I come..."

Kevin reversed their positions as he snarled, his voice didn't even sound human anymore, more like an animal, a wild aggressive beast as it mated, he continued moving, jerking his hips back and forth.

"Uh…Kevin….Ah…Oh…!" Gwen moaned. She held him tightly. He was incredible. She stroked his hard abs, smiling at his muscular appearance. He was definitely handsome, she couldn't deny that.

He was hard and solid inside her, his devotion to her body, her pleasure, it overwhelmed her. This wasn't one of those disgusting sex tapes where he was mindlessly banging her senseless, not caring who she was.

'Kevin….come for me," She whispered. She'd been stroking his back, enjoying his warmth and affection. She was trying to catch her breath; his pace was almost too much for her.

"Gwen!" he groaned as he felt his release, his semen entered her as he continued his rhythm, pure bliss filled him as he felt her clench around him as she orgasmed.

"Kevin!" she screamed his name. She clawed his back, utterly sated.

He smiled, "That's my girl."

Gwen blushed, he laughed, he kissed her, he pulled her into his arms, she heard him purring in satisfaction, the rumble of his chest pounded in her ears.

"Just because we had sex, don't you dare think I'm easy!" Gwen whispered in his ear.

"Nothing about you is "easy", if it was, we would have done this years ago!" he kissed her softly.

He scooted up against a nearby wall, cuddling her sweetly, pressing kisses to her mouth. They stayed in each other's arms for a long time; Kevin didn't care how long they were like that.

"Thanks for coming," he smiled.

"Do you mean what I just did or the fact that I'm here?" Gwen asked, still panting.

"Both Gwen!" he laughed. "Please come see me at the Manor, I want to spend time with you."

"All right," Gwen stood up and dressed herself. "Do I look normal?"

"Yes, no one will know anything," Kevin smiled. "At least we managed to at least talk about business."

"Yes, it seems everything is in order for you to acquire the Mister Smoothie franchise. If Ben knew you were buying that thing, he'd demand free smoothes and chili fries for life."

Kevin laughed; Ben would do something like that. He put on his clothes, trying to straighten the creases out of his suit.

"Just let Alfred know when you're coming," he smiled at her, kissing her before he left. He made his way down to the limo and got in.

"Good evening, Sir, shall we go home?" he asked.

"Yes, Alfred, let's go," he glanced at the elderly man, who seemed to be lost in thought.

"Miss Gwendolyn means a lot to you, Master Kevin."

He didn't say anything.

"I couldn't help but hear the women gossip, sir; they said they could hear her from your office."

"We were having an argument, Alfred."

"I do not refer to your argument with her; will you pursue a relationship with her?"

"I…" Kevin's voice trailed off.

"You will not string her along, young Master, I suppose your friend Benjamin told you how she's been faring these last seven years."

"I haven't seen him since I got back, Alfred," Kevin scowled. "She told me she was married once."

"She married Joseph Kurr, a comedian she met at the Iceberg Lounge; she met him just after you left. After you apparently broke up with her, they courted and were married two years after you left. They didn't have a nice life together, they had it hard financially. Her parents didn't approve and one night he vanished into thin air, he went out and never came back."

"How did you know?" Kevin demanded.

"It was all over the local papers, not the hard times of course, I talked to your friend, Ben Tennyson. But the wedding announcement and his disappearance made local news."

So that was why she'd been so angry, he hadn't been there when she'd needed him, he had sought vengeance and put her aside, thinking she didn't want or need him. He would find some way to make it up to her, he promised himself that.

He arrived back at the mansion and made his way down to the cave, he had a lot of work to do tonight. Ace Chemicals was going to be robbed, he'd stop them before that happened.