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Chantel walked towards the door. She placed her hand on the doorknob, then paused before opening it. Her brother was a catch and for years he’d avoided any talk that hinted of marriage. Yet, here he was, considering a woman that he couldn’t have.
She said...
“Is she worth disappointing our parents? Mom and dad haven’t mentioned anything directly to you, but they are deeply concerned. We all are.”
Lucien spoke decisively, when he said...
“Whatever happens between me and Ona Zelle is a private matter. I will be tactful, and respectful of her beliefs but her religion will not deter me. I won’t curb my interest in her to assuage either of our families. If my advances are unwanted; Ona will have to tell me to stop, using her own words to personally communicate her discontent. At this point, I won’t settle for anything less. I won’t allow her family to tell me that I can’t see her. I did that once, but never again.”
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Chapter 12
Family matters.
“What are you doing here? I thought you had an all important job, working with Eliza Pendleton.”
Bolden muttered a curse. Of all the people in the world that he didn’t want to see; Fawn’s name topped his list. After their last run in, he’d sworn that he wouldn’t be goaded into another confrontation. He sca
She was heading down a long hallway, where the walls were adorned with works of art.
She was moving at a steady pace when she blurted out
“Are you coming? I don’t have all day to be here--and with you stalling, I’ll never get out of here on time.”
Bolden had a a snide retort, but he recalled his promise. No tit for tat. No giving just to get even for what he’d got.
He followed her and the enormity of the house overwhelmed him completely. He’d lived away from his father for so long, Bolden had forgotten how insanely wealthy his father was.
Fawn had crossed through an archway, leading into a richly decorated dining room that was so huge it could double as a soccer field. There were groupings of chairs, and sofa’s strategically positioned throughout the room. The floor plan had been thoughtfully arranged and it was perfect for intimate gatherings. In a room like this, people could kickback, not fearing that they’d broken rules that define decorum and proper etiquette. He was just about to admire the fireplace when his eyes caught sight of Raal, Morpheus and his mother. What in the hell was going on here? Where was the emergency?
“Bolden. Son. Come join us. I was just explaining to your Uncle Raal, that you’ve recently taken a position at the governors office.”
Governor indeed; that was a crock. The more he learned about his job, the more he didn’t want to know; and if it weren’t for Eliza he would have left months ago. Bolden flipped the thought around in his head. Promises, promises; he replayed his declaration of peace. Bolden had an unhealthy dislike of his father and his New Year’s resolution required him to be amicable when negative emotions rose to the surface.
Bolden payed close attention to his mother, studying her for cues or suggestions that might aid him. He crossed the room to join them, and he didn’t notice that Fawn was out of sight. Raal extended his hand in greeting...
“Nice to see you Bolden. Twice in one year.” He laughed.
“Yes...and we’re just four months into the year.” Bolden spoke, asserting a calm presence.
Mikita said...
“Bolden... Did you meet Kyle at the New Year’s Day party? He and your uncle are pla
He considered her question but on reflection, so much had occurred on that day. However, he did recall seeing his uncle standing with a group of people and a young dark haired man had been closest to him. Had that been Kyle? He couldn’t say for sure--but what did it matter. For all he knew, he might not see Raal for another ten years.
Bolden forced a smile when he addressed his uncle; a man he knew so little about.
“Congratulations Uncle Raal. I wish you well.”
Raal nodded, then he said...
“So...what’s it like working for Eliza?”
Bolden had been prepared to rattle off one of his stock phrases, but there was something in his uncles wording that u
He said...
“I’m learning a lot and she keeps me pretty busy.”
“She’s the best.”
Mikita knew her son, and by his expression, it was obvious to her that he’d been rattled by Raal’s comment. She was pretty sure that he would let the remark slide, but she didn’t want to take a chance. She smiled at Raal when she asked...
“So...does Kyle get along with your kids?”
Raal smirked, and she could see parts of Morpheus in him, when he said...
“Kyle loves my kids...it’s their mother’s that he has the problem with?”
Raal laughed, then he turned his attention to Morpheus.
“Enough about me and my love life. Now that Bolden is here...what’s the big emergency? And it had better not be Will talk. You know how much I hate talking about death and estate pla