She’s damn attractive but a little too young for my taste...of course, I’m not currently looking for a woman. But you on the other hand; you might find her interesting.”
“Dad...” Bo felt a rush of embarrassment causing Morpheus to quickly say...
“She’s a few years older than you--but if her age is a problem....”
Her age wasn’t the problem and Bo corrected his father.
“Dad...I appreciate your interest in my personal life--but I’ve decided not to date until I’ve figured out my life. For now...I just want to focus on me...and work.”
Morpheus smiled, then he said...
“I get it son. I just want you to understand that I can open doors for you. I know people son; important powerful people. Just say the word and you can have whatever you want--and I can help you get it. This is the legacy that I have to offer. You have so much promise--and it pains me to think that you might sell yourself short all due to disagreements that occurred in our past.” He stared at his son when he said...
“Bo--the world isn’t what it seems to be--and it’s about time that you realized this. I’m in the position to make your life have real meaning. Will you at least talk to Eliza?”
Bolden stared into the crowd, and when he spotted the beauty in the red dress, he felt a quickening in his pants. Even from this distance, it was obvious to him, that she possessed an unusual lure that attracted men. Her irresistible nature explained the men circling her like honeybees yearning for their next sugar fix. Fool that he was, he wanted to join the swarm. He wasn’t sure why his father had suggested that he meet her, because as far as he was concerned, he was sticking to his guns, as it concerned Denver. That much, he was sure of...on the other hand...there was something about this woman that defied reason and when it came to her, he disregarded suspicions that typically clanged like warning bells. He had tested his limits, attempting to avert his gaze, but ignoring Eliza Pendleton was beyond him. Dammit all to hell; now he knew that he couldn’t leave until they’d been formally introduced.
Without warning, like a flip of a switch, Bo witnessed the abrupt change. His father’s entire demeanor morphed into something other than what he’d been only seconds earlier. His father said...
“Bo--I’m glad that you’re here son. We’ll have plenty of time to catch up on everything. As a matter of fact, I don’t want to talk about Fawn or her antics--not now--maybe later. For now, let’s go join your mother. I’m in the mood to dance.”
When Morpheus slid his cigar between moistened lips, it was at that moment Mikita noticed him. They shared a friendly exchange, and she held his gaze. He grinned, flashing her with one of his roguish smiles, and his length stiffened when she didn’t turn away. He was shameless--wicked even; an unprincipled man. And the beauty in this situation was that Mikita knew this about him--she knew, yet once upon a time, she’d passionately, and unflinchingly loved him. He felt the pull of her eyes as well as the abrupt disconnect. Her attention broke, latching hold to someone else. Jealousy overtook him, and in that instant he’d been slain. Morpheus wanted her back--and he was determined to do whatever it took to make that happen. Even if it meant killing the man standing beside her--the man pawing the woman he wanted and loved. The woman he would reclaim for himself and just maybe, take as his first wife.
**********
Chapter 3
11:58 AM
The Delors New Year’s Day
White Ball
“It’s not good for a man to be alone.”
Marisela stood in the archway holding a flute half filled with sparkling wine. She lifted the glass, seductively positioning the rim against her lower lip. Lucien had stepped away from the houseguest in search of a particular vintage of champagne, when he’d been startled.
Marisela
“Dad...” Bo felt a rush of embarrassment causing Morpheus to quickly say...
“She’s a few years older than you--but if her age is a problem....”
Her age wasn’t the problem and Bo corrected his father.
“Dad...I appreciate your interest in my personal life--but I’ve decided not to date until I’ve figured out my life. For now...I just want to focus on me...and work.”
Morpheus smiled, then he said...
“I get it son. I just want you to understand that I can open doors for you. I know people son; important powerful people. Just say the word and you can have whatever you want--and I can help you get it. This is the legacy that I have to offer. You have so much promise--and it pains me to think that you might sell yourself short all due to disagreements that occurred in our past.” He stared at his son when he said...
“Bo--the world isn’t what it seems to be--and it’s about time that you realized this. I’m in the position to make your life have real meaning. Will you at least talk to Eliza?”
Bolden stared into the crowd, and when he spotted the beauty in the red dress, he felt a quickening in his pants. Even from this distance, it was obvious to him, that she possessed an unusual lure that attracted men. Her irresistible nature explained the men circling her like honeybees yearning for their next sugar fix. Fool that he was, he wanted to join the swarm. He wasn’t sure why his father had suggested that he meet her, because as far as he was concerned, he was sticking to his guns, as it concerned Denver. That much, he was sure of...on the other hand...there was something about this woman that defied reason and when it came to her, he disregarded suspicions that typically clanged like warning bells. He had tested his limits, attempting to avert his gaze, but ignoring Eliza Pendleton was beyond him. Dammit all to hell; now he knew that he couldn’t leave until they’d been formally introduced.
Without warning, like a flip of a switch, Bo witnessed the abrupt change. His father’s entire demeanor morphed into something other than what he’d been only seconds earlier. His father said...
“Bo--I’m glad that you’re here son. We’ll have plenty of time to catch up on everything. As a matter of fact, I don’t want to talk about Fawn or her antics--not now--maybe later. For now, let’s go join your mother. I’m in the mood to dance.”
When Morpheus slid his cigar between moistened lips, it was at that moment Mikita noticed him. They shared a friendly exchange, and she held his gaze. He grinned, flashing her with one of his roguish smiles, and his length stiffened when she didn’t turn away. He was shameless--wicked even; an unprincipled man. And the beauty in this situation was that Mikita knew this about him--she knew, yet once upon a time, she’d passionately, and unflinchingly loved him. He felt the pull of her eyes as well as the abrupt disconnect. Her attention broke, latching hold to someone else. Jealousy overtook him, and in that instant he’d been slain. Morpheus wanted her back--and he was determined to do whatever it took to make that happen. Even if it meant killing the man standing beside her--the man pawing the woman he wanted and loved. The woman he would reclaim for himself and just maybe, take as his first wife.
**********
Chapter 3
11:58 AM
The Delors New Year’s Day
White Ball
“It’s not good for a man to be alone.”
Marisela stood in the archway holding a flute half filled with sparkling wine. She lifted the glass, seductively positioning the rim against her lower lip. Lucien had stepped away from the houseguest in search of a particular vintage of champagne, when he’d been startled.
Marisela
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