A Gypsy's Love 2 Alex & Mary

By Sophia S. Sterling

Two wandering souls that never believed in love or that they would find what they were missing, found that there was such a thing called “LOVE.” Through a chance encounter, they forge a strong bond but never knew it could be broken so effortlessly through man and nature. While one craved to have their missing half, the other wanted nothing but to claw their eyes and heart out at the end.
Nevertheless, years later, the aggrieved lovers that loved so fiercely and passionately, would have their chance to reclaim what was lost. But would they stand and fight for each other and what they had as one, or will they walk away, without giving in to their heart's desire?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sophia S. Sterling
• Release date: Aug 8, 2019
• ISBN: 9789769598218

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A

Gypsy’s Love

2

"Alex & Mary"

Written

By:

Sophia S. Sterling

2019

©

A

Gypsy’s Love

2

"Alex & Mary"

This novel is entirely fictional.

No part of the innards is related to any real person or persons,

living or dead and for mature readers only.

Table of Contents

Synopsis

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

About the Author

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A

Gypsy’s Love

2

"Alex & Mary"

Synopsis

Two wandering souls that never truly thought of love, or that they would find the elusive thing they called L’amour. But through a chance encounter, they found and forge a strong bond, yet never knew it could be broken so effortlessly through man and nature.

Years later, the aggrieved lovers that adored each other so fiercely and passionately, would have their chance to reclaim what was lost. While one craved to have their missing half, the other wanted nothing but to claw their eyes and heart out at the end.

Would they stand and fight for each other and what they had as one, or will they walk away, without giving in to their heart's desire?

Chapter 1

Edinburg * Scotland

Why was it when he went off with his friends to partake of a few drinks, it would always lead Lord Alexander Lumley, Alex to his close and dear friends, into so much turmoil after the fact? His father requested he ran an errand for him through a missive, of which he was to return a communiqué with something or the other. But with his memory jogging back to him slowly, he was to wait for a reply that was life-changing for his dear daddy.

But no, his four foul drinking friends had to hold him in talk and dare him away from his far in-between sonly onuses. God, Alex groaned. He was getting too old to wake up with a fermented stomach and memory lapse.

He needed a change that would make him into a man. However, the blessed angels had prevented such growth in him from becoming an adult male.

For the only phenomenon that could make him into a mature chap, was to hasten and become a husband to a semi-handsome wife and father the children, she would nag him for or enjoy making with him.

His father was edging him in that direction for years, while Alex stayed away from that forsaken institution. Yet it seemed all his father Dennis did of late, was murmur and plagued his ear of which he should have been married to some fat puss and given her children. Not a child but a horde of them.

Now Alex never understood why his Lord father, would nag him that he should take the correct road to manhood when his father’s hoary life testament, was such a wicked one.

Whenever he remembered how life was before his mother died, he recalled seeing a different man that was his very best and fond papa. However, when Alex’s eyes were opened, he saw what his father became, and it was not a sight, any child would relish seeing a parent.

Argyll Scotland * 1787

Alex knew he was never a person to care for a name or title as some did. Nor did he discern what titles meant. As a young boy, his happiness consists of his mother and father doting on him and seeing how they loved each other. But Alex also remembered when his father got wind, he was going to be an uncle, Dennis flew off into a rage, scaring the hell out of him when he was five.

Not once did Alex ever encounter his uncle, but he knew he had one, whenever his father would speak of his brother. It would seem like a forbearing, hateful relationship they shared as siblings. Which made Alex even happier, to not have any siblings before or after him.

When his father left to visit his brother at Castle Lumley, Alex never would have thought they were related to someone that lived in a Castle.

And by no means did he grow up destitute or wanting anything. Yet if he were truthful, he would have loved to have some children his age to play with, that would return to their parents and home after their playdates.

His home was in Scotland. It was all that he knew and cared for. His father and mother were with him, and he was contented, but when his father returned from his visit to Castle Lumley, he came back an altered man.

His father returned and for a while began to drink and stray, leaving him and his mother alone to wander off to god knows where seeing they lived far from anyone in the first place. One night Alex overheard Dennis crying, while resting his head on his mother’s lap that his uncle lost a baby.

It appeared his father was crying, but on a closer look, he was laughing. It was a curious emotion, for the loss of one niece or nephew’s death.

But I was five, what did I know or care?

After that one visit, his father changed considerably as did Alex. His mother got sick on and off for years, but her last battle was in childbirth. The screams of his mother, made him wanted to box his ears in, to mute the fear and pain that was coming. One night, he waited nervously like his father for the baby to arrive, but saw that his father’s cheerful expression transformed into fear when silence was heard throughout the house.

As the only child for his parents, calm was never lost in their household, but the stillness after his mother’s last scream marked an end to his childhood.

When Alex's mom was laid to rest, he cornered the midwife to ask what he would have had as a sibling and was told, It was a lass. At the loss of his mother, Alex saw love as a horrid thing to have for another person, particularly between a man and a woman.

Thus, he vowed never to hold a woman so intimate, to his heart, and that was at the delicate period of nine when he made such a young vow.

Hence, Alex was without a mother and only had his father to teach and tend to him, who was the worst possible person to edify a young boy about life. Alex saw his father’s eyes fade into a specter, as Dennis became a new being as well a father over and over and over again.

With his world-changing so severely, one of Alex’s best-forgotten childhood aspirations was granted to him.

Siblings.

That he viewed as beastly creatures, he would have gladly given up to have his mother back.

To have three new shiny brothers, from different mothers, three years in a row that came to live with him was a fete in their Tower. Not the mother’s, but his dear, loving, sweet brothers. After his mother’s death, Dennis would leave him for weeks and months, to come back rambling about how he was to be a big brother, making Alex think his father was a demented drunk.

How could he be a big brother when his mother was dead, but a few months later, he saw his father was genuinely insane.

For he indeed brought home a large basket and set it on their kitchen table declaring what was in the basket was his new baby brother Grand. After Grand was brought home, nine months later, Alex would receive another brother. Two years in a row, thus Devon and Simon made his brother’s compendium complete.

At his tender age, Alex’s home was filled with babes and toddlers as his father was scarcely home. However, when Dennis felt the need to return home, he would glare at his father and wondered how the hell they would look after those baby boys?

With such a load thrust unto Alex, he grew up a bit swiftly. Not for the duty of taking care of the Tower, but of seeing about himself was a task he was not ready to have on his hands, far less to watch after newly born infants and toddlers.

Even as Alex was left alone for long stints, Dennis made sure there were food and clean clothes in the Tower with Mrs. Crotchit coming every two days to see he was well and fed. Mrs. Crotchit was the proof his father still cared for and loved him.

Yet as he was fed and clothed, Alex's duty was to still take care of them. Yes, them as he was the sole keeper of three young boys wishing to toss them over the Tower and into the raging ocean.

But alas he could not do it. Only because his father trusted him with their lives. Nonetheless, Alex could not have done it alone if it was not for Mrs. Crotchit and her blessed niece that came to help young Alex deal with his chubby, annoying baby brothers.

Looking after his brothers truly made Alex mature promptly, as well as Mrs. Crotchit's niece. When Alex turned fifteen, he was introduced to the pleasures of the flesh in a not so gentle way. Dill was Mrs. Crotchit's niece’s name, and she had a rough hand he found out.

Exhausted after seeing that his brothers were fed and in bed, Alex went off to find his rest. So tired was he, that he dropped faced down in his bed with all his clothes and shoes on and fell asleep in an instant. To be turned roughly and felt his trousers pulled off his waist and felt a callous hand on his penis, pumping it up and down hard and fast. Alex was not a small fifteen-year-old lad. He could pass as a full-grown man with whiskers forever shadowing his jaw and his prick a little too large for his liking.

To say he was shocked at what was happening to him would be a severe exaggeration. Dill worked her hand magic fast, getting him to stand and sat on him with her curvy self, making him groan in pain. The girl was hefty, to say the least, but the weight of her around his penis felt snug and heavenly.

If by the look on her face, he was performing a magnificent feat. He should receive a grand prize when she was done with him. The girl moved up and down his hard cock with such light ease, that was a bit of a wonder. With her resting one hand on his chest and the other on her massive breast while biting her bottom lip.

Dill was not ugly, nor was she handsome to make him do something like what they were doing. She was thick and taller than him with soft blue eyes, pink lips that looked ripe and appetizing. Her tresses were a strange shade of brown that was always in one. Alex ever once saw her other than a great help with his brothers, as she puckered her lips to kiss his crappy brothers goodbye or for any reason.

Something he would never do, kiss them.

Sex was never on his mind.

All that he wanted was to be free from the Tower, but Dill showed up and gave him a lesson and reprieve from the dull life he was settled in. However, it did not last long seeing that his father came home after four months of being absent. He came to check on Alex in his bedroom and caught his son behind a bent-over Dill, pumping into her fast and hard holding her hair.

Years later, lying on his bed, thinking about how his father looked stricken and shocked that he could do such a thing was a bit laughable. Alex did not know if it was the fact he was too young or the fact that Dennis did not like that he was fucking his cheap help to look after his sons. But it was a blessing Dill jumped Alex when she did, with his father catching them in the act. It was the catalyst that sent Alex away from the Tower.

Scotland * 1801

It was such a strange adventure to be away from his only home, The Tower, he dubbed his former domicile. Alex knew there was more than his meager desolate existence and was hungry to devour all that was thrown at him. But still, he was not ready to face the Eton hidden agenda of innocent flesh that came looking like him.

Since Dennis sent him away, he received letters more from Dill sharing what was taking place in The Tower.

And it was not pretty.

It would seem his brothers refuse to play nice for their father, making him stay away from wherever he disappeared to.

Creating a more rigid sire.

Alex should have felt sorry for the old man, but he did not. He was free and had his own set of problems to deal with. Like paying his way through schooling.

His father stopped footing his emoluments when he refused to return home and help with his awful brothers after a couple of years from home. As a result, Alex found a job using his hands most times and his face also.

In simple words, he learned how to fight for what he wanted.

Being away, never going home to visit was unique for him. There were times when he would wallow in his shared apartment with his four drinking buddies. They were of the same stock. Sort of titled, in the bloodline way, but broke all the same. That was why they stayed together and battled any foe that would try and tussle with them.

Alex's four roommates and himself became famous for the fact they took no shit from anyone, nor were they delinquents. They were too handsome by themselves, but collectively worst when allied in a group. As the Fucking Five, some would dub them.

Pleased with the money, women, friends, and sometimes fame that came with being in their caucus, Alex felt hollow in his chest when a few silent moments came his way. Even though his brothers were rotten most of the time, he did miss them. And when they did visit, his baby brothers would be rewarded with hugs and kisses from him. After all, he was their big brother and loved them.

As time progress, in his band of wayward friends, Alex was proclaimed the leader of the group as he was the oldest in the Fucking Five. It was a given, for he was of a more unassailable mind, of the five gentlemen. And Alex would use the word gentlemen loosely for they were not of sound sentiment.

Any of them.

The variance they would get themselves into was on a daily basis, in which he would have to fight to get them out. Thus, most of their plans would fall on his shoulders, and his friends would follow his lead as all decrees were made. And in trying to ferret a solution one day, for their lack of mammon issues, Alex met someone he never cared or thought to encounter.

His uncle, Andrew, Lord Andrew Lumley.

After a few years of leaving home and rarely visiting, to never going back, he was christened the stray and forgotten son by his father, but not by his baby brothers that were far from babies anymore. It would seem Dill had a soft spot for his brothers, not like how she broke him into manhood.

No.

Dill’s sweet spot was in allowing them almost anything they wanted. Alex always knew she would spoil them rotten as his baby brothers nagged the poor chit to visit him ever so often when he cease visiting home.

He truly loved their brief jaunts, but it would always cost him an arm and a leg for their comfort to linger a week or so. And Alex knew his father would refuse to pay for their trip to see him, and the only way his brothers could trek to his lofty room in Edinburg, was from dear sweet Dill purse. The girl was humble, but her heart was precious and giving.

While they stayed with him, Alex’s brother’s forays could also put him and his comrades to shame at times. And in that same interlude, his uncle Andrew paid him a visit.

With his financial quandary, his brother’s and Uncle all descending on him, Alex discovered his brothers were honestly cut from a curious cloth than him. It took him a day to see his very own brothers as who they were, and it genuinely disgraced him to his core.

Sending his brothers away, hoping not to see them for a while. Alex was left to face his budgetary dilemma and now his uncle. Never seeing the man, he knew they could not hide the mark of their birthright.

The thick black hair that had a few streaks of white in it now, deep dark, brooding eyes, and set jaw were the mark of the brothers. Save Alex knew his eyes were of his mother's grey hue, with a mixture of black, brown, and a touch of yellow for her eyelashes. A feminine trait he could live without.

Throughout his younger years, Alex heard his father whispered of his mother's ethereal stare. Even so, the combination of his father and uncle’s miens were a toss amid a noble gypsy, or an imposter which they were neither. The gypsy nor imposter.

Alex sat before the man who was his uncle, in one of his favorite drinking holes with a mask of mixed emotions volleying in his mind.

Wishing he had a tumbler filled with the best scotch in the whole of Edinburgh to aid in his anxiety, as to what the man wanted and not some water down wine. Both staring at each other, Alex waited for his uncle Andrew to voice his affair, without offering him a seat.

Andrew knew all about his nephew’s debauched ways about town, but wanted to understand the boy for who he was.

His nephew.

Pulling a chair, Andrew sat and watched the boy and saw that his very own son could be in this state, in the future and prayed against it. He saw the boy lacked something that he gave Jeffery without impediment.

Love and devotion.

Is there a reason we meet now? was Alex's way of breaking the beyond tense emotions at meeting the man. Sitting back with his arms folded, he waited to hear his kind Uncle speak, and when he did, it was like listening to his father’s voice in a younger man’s body.

It would appear, the only way you’d endure my presence. Andrew declared mimicking his nephew, by sitting back, folding his arms across his chest. He did not want to tarry where he was not wanted, but he could not believe his nephew who once wrote to him in secret, wishing to meet him, would throw away their first and perchance-only encounter.

When Andrew first heard he was an uncle by his older brother, he was proud and happy, as he was yet to be a father. Married some three years waiting for the day. Andrew was delighted for his brother, seeing that he had settled into a life of a grown man with a woman that he claimed to love, and he did.

So when Andrew heard of the blessing, he wanted to visit but was denied. It would seem his big brother still bore resentment, of losing all that was meant to be his as the firstborn from their late father. Hence, Dennis kept Alex away from him.

However, when his nephew was six or seven, Andrew received a missive asking him to come and pay him and his papa a visit. He was most happy that his nephew was reaching out to him and made arrangements to call, when his wife of four months pregnant lost their first child, preventing his visit for another time.

Yet another time never came, as his sweet and gentle wife wanted him to get her with a child fast after she lost their first. In which he did. Andrew loved his wife dearly, but with her insistence on wanting a child hastily. She would have him on his back most days when he was free from running their estate. And as the doctor told him, he needed to be close at hand in case anything should happen to her when he got her with a child for the second time. His trip to see his only nephew was postponed yet again.

That is why Andrew was sitting before his very handsome and angry nephew after twenty-odd years of waiting. As an adult, he saw the defiance in Alex’s eyes but refused to have their first meeting be disastrous.

Taking a deep breath, he knew all that his young nephew got into. He received an unvarying report on all Lord Alexander Lumley's endeavors. Yet knowing what his older brother Dennis got into as a young chap, Andrew had hoped his only nephew would not be following in his father’s footsteps.

And he was not.

Not so much the same.

Thank God.

Alex was tired of waiting to see what the old man wanted, and wished for this late interview to be over and done with.

I am a busy man, and maybe you are also, my Lord. So let's cut this overdue chat and intro as transiently as possible. Alex said, downing his drink in one mouthful, which was ghastly to his palate.

I am alive, hale in body and mind, Alex pronounced as he stood to leave. And we do not need to ... he was expressing as he took a step away from his chair, when his uncle held his wrist and moved so briskly, there was no time to deflect the embrace he was crushed into.

In his twenties and of his majority, Alex was held more by his mother when she was alive than by anyone in his life. Her hugs made him know what love's embrace was, and now he knew a man’s hold could show the same.

However, Alex knew the patrons that came to Scotty’s Snout were the reason he had a room, clothes, and food to eat. They were a tough lot that helped arranged some fights for his weekly living. Nonetheless, now that he was seen enfold by a man, he doubted he would find any help forthcoming to aid him with his fistfights.

The Fucking Five was going to be altered by that artless reception from his uncle.

***

Pacing his room above Scotty’s Snout, Alex glared at his uncle for altering the way he lived and viewed life hence. The man did not know how his ingenuous embrace twisted his free life.

Stopping with his hands on his hips glaring at Andrew sitting on his semi-old wingback chair, with his feet crossed and hands resting on his lap.

Do you know what you just did to my source of revenue? Alex uttered as he began to pace again.

Andrew knew almost everything there was to know of his nephew. So yes. It meant he would have to move and find other means of income. Even though he should have money from his father's yearly allowance and also from his inheritance from his late mother. Andrew knew his brother was a lout and many more things he wished not to think of, but to have his firstborn fight to make a living was more loathsome than all Dennis’s randy raging.

What the fuck do you want old man? It is years too late for you to walk into my life and want to take part in it. Alex stated, taking three steps and stood in front of his uncle.

I could crack your skull for what you cost me. Now I would have to move and find another way too...

Or you could come home with me.

Alex stood with his eyes narrowed and jaw grinding at Andrew’s unassuming reply to his predicament. Frowning from such an amiable idea, he took a step back to see his uncle made no jest, but it was a sincere offer.

But why, why now?

Shaking his head while he poured himself a glass of water down wine to clear his parched throat, not even offering his uncle a glass. With his back to his uncle, Alex could not turn and allow him to see his confused and hopeful mind tinkering in his head.

Why? Why now? Alex could never understand the working mind of the men in his family. Not his father and now his uncle. Why should I visit your home after all these years of never ...

Andrew knew he would have to face all these questions, and he had all the answers to them, but to get them through his mouth was another matter. Swallowing his nervous saliva was the next best way to wet his parched throat, as he dived into his why he wanted Alex to come home with him.

With his mouth feeling somewhat moist, Alex sat across from his uncle and listen intently with his arms folded over his chest, staring at the old man.

Andrew thought the boy looked just like his older brother Dennis at his age. Which was good and bad all rolled up in one. Good for his cock and pocket, and yet decadent for all decent chits that would fall for his engaging tongue.

At the