| Chapter 15 "Hey Jax," Carly said sliding into the seat he pulled out. "Hello Carly." Sonny slid quietly into the Port Charles Grill. He knew he was eavesdropping, something he used to accused Carly of all the time. He slowly crept to a table, waving the maitre d' off silently, sitting at a table where he could see them, but remained unnoticeable. "So, Jax you want to go over the figures...?" She opened the briefcase, and they quickly became absorbed into the papers. During all this at the Penthouse She contentedly played with the little 5 year old (Author’s note: guessing that's how old he is). She finally had it. A Family. A great sister-in-law, a nephew, and a brother. She couldn't have been happier if she was the Queen of England. "Vroom, vroom!" Michael giddily ran the truck up and down Courtney's arm. "Cotney, play!" the boy commanded, handing her a truck. They sat there for a bit, enjoying the moment. Courtney was so involved that at first she didn't hear the commotion outside. She quickly got up, looked at Michael, who was immensely engrossed in his trucks and went outside to investigate. "Johnny...what seems to be the...You. What do you want!" She spat out. Back at the Port Charles Grill Sonny strained to here what was going on, but he could hear the distinct laughter of his beautiful wife. Laughing at Jax? He hoped. Or laughing with Jax? He feared. "Oh Jax," she said out of breath, slowly regaining it. "We're supposed to be talking about figures, not your crazy stories, which, may I add, are indeed crazy. Makes me seem a little mild," she chuckled. "Hey, now don't compare me to you," he grinned. She mocked the look of offense, which caused Jax to laugh harder. Jesus Christ. Sonny wondered. What the hell are they laughing about? He sneaked behind a tree that was conveniently placed there. What would his “associates" saif they saw him, Mr. Sonny Corinthos, hiding behind a tree? What's next? A Poodle? He sadly nodded to himself knowing indeed that was next. "Back to work." She told him, finally calming down. They went over some papers, as Sonny endured the stiffed back he was getting from crouching behind the plant. He figured the conversation was boring, and would continue to be, so he made a move to go rest in his seat, but being in such an awkward position he tumbled a little bit knocking over the plant in the process, causing the whole room to turn his way, including his gorgeous wife and Candyboy. Carly looked in his direction, stood up, pissed. "Sonny. What the hell are you doing here?" Anger flaring in her eyes. If he looked closely enough, he could see the steam coming out of her ears. "I...ah.... uh...um...yea...." "Spying on your ex-wife, Corinthos?" Jax smirked. He smirked back. "Nope, spying on my wife." He regretted the words as soon as they came out and the smirk disappeared. "Spying?!?" "Wife?" "Sonny Corinthos...." she trailed off, to furious to come up with words. "I'm sorry...." "You’re back together?" Jax questioned. "Yes, but I'm starting to rethink my decision," she shot a tad bit panicked Sonny a glare. "Oh, well... I didn't know. Um, Carly, can we talk?" he said guiding her to the table. "You go home Sonny," she hissed out. "I will talk to you later." Sonny sheepishly left the Port Charles Grill, with his tail between his legs, knowing if he talked he would make the situations a hundred times worse. Penthouse "What the hell do you want?" She glared at Mike. "Who the hell are you?" he questioned back. Johnny stood there, wondering how to diffuse the situation and fast. He was given strict orders not to let Mr. Corbin in the penthouse, unless Sonny was present. Mike, hearing this was outraged. Why would Sonny not permit him in the penthouse? "What? You don't recognize me?" She sarcastically asked. "Well, it’s been awhile, about 22 years huh?" "What are you talking about? Who are you?" he asked confused. "Aw, you don't do you Da...." "What is going on?" Sonny walked out of the elevator. "Oh, Mike." "Michael, what is going on? Who is this?" He repeated. "None of your business, Mike. Johnny, could you show Mr. Corbin out?" He dismissed him emotionally and walked into the penthouse, Courtney behind. Mike stood there, wondering what he did this time. The Penthouse, later on Carly flew through the penthouse like a bat out of hell. She threw her briefcase down on the ground. She paced for a bit, got tired and sat on the couch, propping her feet on the coffee table, as she set at the task of getting rid of the massive headache that formed. A hand shot out, offering a glass of water. "So..." "What the hell were you thinking Sonny? Spying on me and Jax?" "I was...well...you know...." "No, no I don't. Enlighten me, would you?" she angrily said. "I just wanted to make sure Jax had your best interest at heart?" he lamely told her. "Well, you'll be happy to know that Jax decided not to back me." She got up, irate, pacing the floor again. "After you made your...entrance, he decided it would be best if we didn't go into business together… since we're back together. And it’s all your fault." She stopped and pointed an accusing finger at him. "Mine?" "Yes, yours." She came closer, pointing her finger at his chest. "If you hadn't come to the Port Charles Grill, Jax wouldn't.… What the hell are you smiling about?" she said, aggravated that he would actually give a dimpled grin while she was on a rampage. "You know," he began, grinning. "Your kinda cute when you're mad." "What?" She looked at him, and noticed the desire in his eyes. "You mean me yelling at you is turning you on right now?" she said, appalled. "Hasn't it always?" he said, still grinning like a fool "Ugh, you pig! I'm trying to have a serious conversation here, on what you did wrong and you want to f/u/c/k me?" "Pretty much." She smacked his chest and walked away. "Uh, uh, uh. You aren't getting away that easily," he said, grabbing her then snaking his hands around her waist. She leaned back on him, knowing it wasn't really his fault, sighing. "So you aren't going to go into business...?" "With Jax? No," she sighed. "What a shame," he lied, beaming, grateful that she couldn't see his face. "Oh, and I'm sure you mean that." "I do, from the bottom of my heart," he smiled. "Where's Courtney and Michael?" "At the park." "You know we never got that chance to christen the bed... how long did you say they would be gone for?" "About an hour," Sonny said, licking his lips in anticipation. "You know, Mr. Corinthos, a lot can be done in an hour." "Like what?" he asked slyly turning her around to see her face. "Well, I could tell you, but it would be more fun if I showed you." She broke away and seductively walked up the stairs "Oh reaallllly?" he drawled out, climbing the stairs, taking two steps at a time. An hour later :) They walked leisurely down the stairs, happy and satisfied, making their way over to the couch. As soon as they sat down for a little R&R, a five-year-old red head ran through the front door, jumping into their laps. "Mommy! Uncle Sonny!" Michael yelled. "Me and Cotney had fun in dee park! We pwayed on dee swings and dee sandbox! And we ran around dee wholeeee park!" "Really, Mr. Man?" "Yep, yep!" Courtney came in now, exhausted, and plopped down on the chair. "For a five-year-old, he has an extreme amount of energy," she mumbled. "Tired, Co?" Carly smirked. "Shut up." Carly laughed. "Well, Mr. Man, you must be tired too. So, why don't we go lay down for a little bit?" The boy yawned an okay, and mother and son went up the stairs. Sonny looked closely at Courtney. He could tell something was bothering her. After Mike left, she quickly excused herself and practically ran up the stairs. Well, Sonny mused, she's definitely like me. She hasn't said one word about Mike at all. He guessed that's what was bothering her. He took a deep breath, "you wanna talk about it?" Startled, she looked at him. "What?" "About Mike..." "No." "Why not?" "Cause I don't want to." He chuckled mentally, finally knowing what it was like for Carly when she wanted him to open up. Am I really this difficult? He thought. Cutting the silence, Carly walked down the stairs. "What did you do to him, Courtney? He ran in, full of energy, but as soon as he hit that pillow he was out... What?" she asked, noting the tension. "We ah, had a little run-in with Mike." Sonny told her. "What? Here? What happened?" she asked concerned. "Nothing important. Just that my own father doesn't even recognize me," she bitterly replied. "Oh, Co... I'm...." "It's all right." She composed herself. "I'm over it. I'm going to go for a walk now." She hurriedly grabbed her coat and walked out the door before anyone could say anything. Chapter 16 Back to Amante |