some that were unfamiliar, so it was always his plan to make sure that he introduced himself to all of his new guests while still taking special care of the returning ones.
Rade suddenly stopped when he saw the name card for Keeve Black and Mason Stone. As he rounded the table, he saw that there were two additional name cards that said Guest of BlackStone Industries. He knew he needed to find Gwen and see if she knew who the additional guests were. He could only hope that one of them was Dylan.
After talking with Gwen, Rade headed to his room to relax before the big event. He was disappointed to find that Gwen didn’t have any information on the seating for BlackStone Industries. The only notice he had was that the seating was reserved for four people from BlackStone, two of which he already knew.
Needing to unwind, Rade poured himself a tumbler of his favorite Glenfiddich Scotch, which he made sure the suite’s bar was stocked with. Taking a pull from his drink, he walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows as he gazed out over the harbor. The sun had already gone down and the light from the Statue of Liberty was breathtaking. Rade thought how wonderful it would be to share this night with Dylan. He also thought how much he wanted her body against the glass while he was seated deep inside her. He wanted to feel her gorgeous legs wrapped around him as he gently propelled in and out of her. He longed to hear her scream his name as she came with an explosive orgasm that only he could give her. He wanted to feel her body next to him as he caressed her soft skin as she slept in his bed.
Rade was yanked from his thoughts as he heard a faint knock on the door. Setting his glass on the end table he made his way to the door. Opening it, he couldn’t believe who was waiting for him on the other side.
“What the fuck are you doing here? You have no right to be here,” Rade said as his skin began to crawl with hatred for this man.
“I have every right to be here. He was my son,” Garrett Matheson said defiantly.
“I don’t want you here. If you don’t leave I will have you removed.” Rade forcefully tried to shut the door, but was stopped by the intrusion of his father’s foot.
“Son, please,” Garrett pleaded as he tried to step in the room.
“I’m not your fucking son. You lost that right thirteen years ago. Now move your fucking foot before I break it.”
No words could describe the anger that was boiling in Rade’s body. It had been thirteen years since he spoke with his father. Thirteen years to the day since the death of his brother. Thirteen years to the day since he lost his mother. All caused by the hand of one man. The one man he looked up to as a child.
The last person Rade expected to see was his father. Why of all days did he have to show up today? Closing the door on his father didn’t relieve the anxiety he felt knowing full well his father wouldn’t be taking his advice and leaving the hotel. Stepping to the bar, he poured another drink as he dialed Richard.
“Richard, we have a problem. My father showed up at the hotel. I told him he wasn’t welcome, but I have a feeling he’s not going to leave willingly.”
“What do you need from me, sir?” Richard asked reluctantly.
“Make sure he comes nowhere near the benefit. I want more security in place to make sure every inch of the ballroom is covered. The last thing I need is a confrontation in front of my guests,” Rade said, making sure Richard knew he was serious.
“Do you really think he would cause a scene, sir? Even though your animosity towards each other is evident, I seriously doubt he would be stupid enough to cause problems for the event.”
“Richard, I didn’t ask you what you thought. I hope you don’t have a problem fulfilling my request.”
“Of course not, sir. I will have the extra security in place.” Richard wasn’t pleased with Rade’s request, but he knew his loyalty was with Rade even though his
Rade suddenly stopped when he saw the name card for Keeve Black and Mason Stone. As he rounded the table, he saw that there were two additional name cards that said Guest of BlackStone Industries. He knew he needed to find Gwen and see if she knew who the additional guests were. He could only hope that one of them was Dylan.
After talking with Gwen, Rade headed to his room to relax before the big event. He was disappointed to find that Gwen didn’t have any information on the seating for BlackStone Industries. The only notice he had was that the seating was reserved for four people from BlackStone, two of which he already knew.
Needing to unwind, Rade poured himself a tumbler of his favorite Glenfiddich Scotch, which he made sure the suite’s bar was stocked with. Taking a pull from his drink, he walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows as he gazed out over the harbor. The sun had already gone down and the light from the Statue of Liberty was breathtaking. Rade thought how wonderful it would be to share this night with Dylan. He also thought how much he wanted her body against the glass while he was seated deep inside her. He wanted to feel her gorgeous legs wrapped around him as he gently propelled in and out of her. He longed to hear her scream his name as she came with an explosive orgasm that only he could give her. He wanted to feel her body next to him as he caressed her soft skin as she slept in his bed.
Rade was yanked from his thoughts as he heard a faint knock on the door. Setting his glass on the end table he made his way to the door. Opening it, he couldn’t believe who was waiting for him on the other side.
“What the fuck are you doing here? You have no right to be here,” Rade said as his skin began to crawl with hatred for this man.
“I have every right to be here. He was my son,” Garrett Matheson said defiantly.
“I don’t want you here. If you don’t leave I will have you removed.” Rade forcefully tried to shut the door, but was stopped by the intrusion of his father’s foot.
“Son, please,” Garrett pleaded as he tried to step in the room.
“I’m not your fucking son. You lost that right thirteen years ago. Now move your fucking foot before I break it.”
No words could describe the anger that was boiling in Rade’s body. It had been thirteen years since he spoke with his father. Thirteen years to the day since the death of his brother. Thirteen years to the day since he lost his mother. All caused by the hand of one man. The one man he looked up to as a child.
The last person Rade expected to see was his father. Why of all days did he have to show up today? Closing the door on his father didn’t relieve the anxiety he felt knowing full well his father wouldn’t be taking his advice and leaving the hotel. Stepping to the bar, he poured another drink as he dialed Richard.
“Richard, we have a problem. My father showed up at the hotel. I told him he wasn’t welcome, but I have a feeling he’s not going to leave willingly.”
“What do you need from me, sir?” Richard asked reluctantly.
“Make sure he comes nowhere near the benefit. I want more security in place to make sure every inch of the ballroom is covered. The last thing I need is a confrontation in front of my guests,” Rade said, making sure Richard knew he was serious.
“Do you really think he would cause a scene, sir? Even though your animosity towards each other is evident, I seriously doubt he would be stupid enough to cause problems for the event.”
“Richard, I didn’t ask you what you thought. I hope you don’t have a problem fulfilling my request.”
“Of course not, sir. I will have the extra security in place.” Richard wasn’t pleased with Rade’s request, but he knew his loyalty was with Rade even though his
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