been able to secure a majority half of the company for you by paying off some of Wickes' bad debts, but he won't step down without a fight. Are you sure you are ready?"
"I am, Mackenzie said solemnly." Just six months ago, he might have worked a deal with Wickes and sailed away with money, no worries, and zero regret. His father's note had certainly grounded him a bit and reminded him how much he wanted to lead his father's company. Thinking harder, he realized there was more to it than that. For the first time ever, he felt truly calm. He thought for a moment and then smiled. It was Lizzie. In only a short time, her warmth had unlocked something in him. She didn't see him as a billionaire's son, she saw him as just him. He somehow didn't have to prove himself to her. He didn't have to play the part. He stood for a moment wondering how all of this emotion could have come out of a single date.
"Mack, Mack...you ok? You look a bit lost." Mackenzie nodded. Only his mother had ever called him Mack, and he felt a pang of sadness. The letter and the ring had opened a wound that had been slow to close.
"Good, now the key is that Wickes doesn't get wise to the fact that we are together on this," said Anderson lowering his voice.
Mackenzie nodded.
"As far as Wickes knows, I am just one of your father's former associates that's lucky enough to still be on the payroll. Lets keep it that way." He looked at Mackenzie. "It's going to be great having a Steele at the helm again," smiled Anderson slapping him on the back.
"Sit tight till you hear from me," said Anderson. "Timing is key."
Anderson held out his hand to Mackenzie, and the the two shook hands and turned to part in opposite directions.
Mackenzie approached the Duesenberg.
Am I ready for all of this?
As James opened his door, Mackenzie took out his cell phone. During his conversation with Anderson, he had pinpointed the reason for his strength and calm during this ordeal. He thumbed through his contact list and found Lizzie's name. As the Duesenberg slowly rolled away from the park, he put the phone to his ear and smiled.
In the park, a man in a black T-shirt hastily threw a camera back in his napsack. He walked briskly for a few hundred paces to a row of park benches and pulled out cell phone.
"Mr. Wickes....we have a problem."
18
Lizzie had been relieved when Mackenzie called to arrange a second date. He had waited three days to call her and Nicole had joked that he was just following the "three day rule" so he wouldn't seem eager. In reality, it was Lizzie who was eager. She longed to see his face, see his smile, and smell his skin.
There was more to him though, and as Lizzie had replayed their first date over and over in her head, she was struck by the fiery passion that flowed through his veins. He was passionate about business for sure, and Lizzie smiled when she thought of herself running a design business. In a few short hours, he had made her believe it was possible, and the thought was exhilarating.
He also was very passionate as a lover. She had not expected to be blindfolded. It was a bit scary, but exciting. Depriving her sense of sight had made her other senses go on overdrive, and she had experienced one of the most powerful orgasms of her life.
"So what are you guys doing," asked Nicole, blindly flipping the remote through channels as she painted her toenails. "I assume you are thinking of him, because you're staring at the friggin' wall with a smile on your face."
Lizzie pulled herself back from the daydream and gave Nicole a guilty smile.
"I'm not sure," said Lizzie, "but he's picking me up on Saturday."
"Maybe he will fly you to the opera like i n Pretty Woma n ," said Nicole with a smile.
"Ok, first I'm not a prostitute, so thanks," said Lizzie giving a face of pretended shock. "Second, he doesn't fly so I don't think that's going to happen."
"He's scared to
"I am, Mackenzie said solemnly." Just six months ago, he might have worked a deal with Wickes and sailed away with money, no worries, and zero regret. His father's note had certainly grounded him a bit and reminded him how much he wanted to lead his father's company. Thinking harder, he realized there was more to it than that. For the first time ever, he felt truly calm. He thought for a moment and then smiled. It was Lizzie. In only a short time, her warmth had unlocked something in him. She didn't see him as a billionaire's son, she saw him as just him. He somehow didn't have to prove himself to her. He didn't have to play the part. He stood for a moment wondering how all of this emotion could have come out of a single date.
"Mack, Mack...you ok? You look a bit lost." Mackenzie nodded. Only his mother had ever called him Mack, and he felt a pang of sadness. The letter and the ring had opened a wound that had been slow to close.
"Good, now the key is that Wickes doesn't get wise to the fact that we are together on this," said Anderson lowering his voice.
Mackenzie nodded.
"As far as Wickes knows, I am just one of your father's former associates that's lucky enough to still be on the payroll. Lets keep it that way." He looked at Mackenzie. "It's going to be great having a Steele at the helm again," smiled Anderson slapping him on the back.
"Sit tight till you hear from me," said Anderson. "Timing is key."
Anderson held out his hand to Mackenzie, and the the two shook hands and turned to part in opposite directions.
Mackenzie approached the Duesenberg.
Am I ready for all of this?
As James opened his door, Mackenzie took out his cell phone. During his conversation with Anderson, he had pinpointed the reason for his strength and calm during this ordeal. He thumbed through his contact list and found Lizzie's name. As the Duesenberg slowly rolled away from the park, he put the phone to his ear and smiled.
In the park, a man in a black T-shirt hastily threw a camera back in his napsack. He walked briskly for a few hundred paces to a row of park benches and pulled out cell phone.
"Mr. Wickes....we have a problem."
18
Lizzie had been relieved when Mackenzie called to arrange a second date. He had waited three days to call her and Nicole had joked that he was just following the "three day rule" so he wouldn't seem eager. In reality, it was Lizzie who was eager. She longed to see his face, see his smile, and smell his skin.
There was more to him though, and as Lizzie had replayed their first date over and over in her head, she was struck by the fiery passion that flowed through his veins. He was passionate about business for sure, and Lizzie smiled when she thought of herself running a design business. In a few short hours, he had made her believe it was possible, and the thought was exhilarating.
He also was very passionate as a lover. She had not expected to be blindfolded. It was a bit scary, but exciting. Depriving her sense of sight had made her other senses go on overdrive, and she had experienced one of the most powerful orgasms of her life.
"So what are you guys doing," asked Nicole, blindly flipping the remote through channels as she painted her toenails. "I assume you are thinking of him, because you're staring at the friggin' wall with a smile on your face."
Lizzie pulled herself back from the daydream and gave Nicole a guilty smile.
"I'm not sure," said Lizzie, "but he's picking me up on Saturday."
"Maybe he will fly you to the opera like i n Pretty Woma n ," said Nicole with a smile.
"Ok, first I'm not a prostitute, so thanks," said Lizzie giving a face of pretended shock. "Second, he doesn't fly so I don't think that's going to happen."
"He's scared to
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