She’d laughed at my comment, and that beautiful laughter, combined with the rosy blush on her cheeks, was what took my heart away. I’d told her to... get dressed, that I had something to tell her, and after some reluctance, she had dressed again. I’d taken her to the terrace of my apartment building, and going down on one knee…**Flashback: More than a year ago**“Sweet, sweet Stella Perkins, forgive me for this is not the best place to say this, but I could not think of a more romantic arrangement. “He deserves to be upset, for being an inadequate excuse for a man!”She then went back to sucking on that cock. She was clearly enjoying herself, as was the man accepting the head. She enthusiastically sucked him, until with a groan of pleasure, he shot his load into her willing mouth. Jane then came over to me, pulled my head back roughly. Pinching my nose so I had to open my mouth, she spat Darren’s cum into my mouth.“Better get used to the taste of cum,” she remarked. “I have a feeling you. As I walked the through the waking streets that Saturday morning deep in thought, I hardly noticed the beautiful city of Barcelona opening out before me. The former schoolfriend whose birthday it was and who I had arranged to meet wouldn’t be in the café for another hour; plenty of time to take in the air and think before the day became too hot to do either of those things well.Feeling the small but carefully-considered gift in my shoulder bag, I turned the corner onto the long, famous road of. . it couldn't be ... crap!What do you say to someone whose death you had ordered when the attempt fails and you then come face to face with them? I had never even considered the possibility, so – naturally – I was at a complete loss for words. What would she say to me, the man who had ordered the murder of her last remaining family? The man who had used her cousins to try and seduce her into joining a life that I knew went against everything she believed in? I braced myself for the worst. Not.