perhaps there is nothing in the world i cling to as much as this feeling of adventure; but it comes when it pleases; it is gone so quickly and how e m p t y i am once it has left.
The boxing mitts compact at the quick jab of her fists, leaving resistance to pull at the trained line of her arms. There’s sweat leaving a sheen to her brow, and Briar’s concentration breaks finally at the faces her trainer is making at her with each hit; the blonde’s grin coming to her lips, unabashed. Nose scrunched, she takes a few mock punches to the air before him with her laugh filling the open space. It’s one of the few warmer days for a Frey spring day, enough so that she’d taken her morning session onto the grass by the harbour; the breeze cooling her flushed cheeks. When the taller man goes to retaliate, she doesn’t think about taking a quick jump back, shocked to stumble at a sudden unexpected impact. Whirling on her heel, there’s an apology on her tongue within moments. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”
he’d been under the impression that light exercise was beneficial for a hangover. & considering how much liquor had to be consumed for a man of his stature to actually get wasted enough to feel it the next morning, coupled with how much he drank nowadays in relation to his tolerance... exercise had become not only beneficial, but crucial, to say the least. he wasn’t about to let himself morph into some sad sack of an ex-pro, whose only solace was found in the dregs of a beer bottle and memories of his old self hidden underneath, somewhere. besides, as he’d gotten up that morning with the dull ache of a late night in his head, it felt only natural -- workouts were routine for charles o’hara. working out was his life’s story; an everyday comfort.
it was only when he’d circled back around the harbor, the sun’s heat combatting the cold approach of spring, that he was glad he’d made the early decision to cut his run in half. sweating out a hangover was certainly a quick cure, but it didn’t exactly feel like it right then, as his own body heat trapped itself between his shirt and the hoodie he donned -- that probably hadn’t been a wise wardrobe choice, actually. he slowed then, giving a pair of people who seemed to have the same bad idea of a morning workout (maybe it was a good idea for them -- they probably hadn’t been up until 2 in the morning) a wide enough berth to pull it off.
---well, perhaps he hadn’t given them enough space. as one of them -- he couldn’t see who, still caught mid-tug in his sweatshirt -- collided into him, charlie stumbled a few steps back before he quickly yanked it off entirely. it took a moment for his eyes to readjust, brain still foggy between its ailment & the slight strain of exercise. as soon as his balance was regained he let out a long breath, bringing his sweatshirt to his forehead to wipe it. “ no worries... ” he looked between her and the other person, taking a moment to put two and two together. “ running hungover on an empty stomach wasn’t the best decision -- day’s not over yet, though. m’just glad i’m not him, ” he laughed lightly, squinting to nod at her company, whom he now took to be a trainer. “ i may not have eaten, but a can of whoop ass isn’t my first choice in the morning. ”
Charles O'Hara’s Estate
in Harbor Point
334 Tidal Court
Frey, ME
❛ The epitome of oceanfront luxury on nearly two acres of private beachfront, living’s easy in this impressive, generously proportioned estate of French-eclectic inspired modern architecture. Exceptional planning and craftsmanship are evident in every detail, resulting in a home artfully blending form and function for grand scale entertaining and intimate family living.
Charlie is and always has been the worst when it comes to money – he’ll often find himself spending away, whether it’s blowing a fortune on his Ferrari or buying rounds of shots for strangers in bars, despite doing his best to keep an eye on that habit. Therefore, it’s a good thing that starting from a young age, especially when he was first drafted into the NFL, his father helped him save his money, and later invest it appropriately. Material wealth has never been of vast importance to Charlie – another factor in why he’s willing blow a few hundred bucks if it means making someone happy – although his annual salary certainly allows him to live a life of luxury, especially so when factoring in the accumulated profits from his investments and other career opportunities.
Ergo, when moving to Frey, he was quick to tell his real estate agent exactly what he was looking for in a home, and in a turn of events he got more than just that:
– 150 ft of private direct ocean frontage
– 8 bedrooms
– 8 full & 3 half baths
– Club room/billiards & bar
– Breakfast & family rooms adjacent to kitchen
– 2-story library den
– Wine room
– Stone fireplaces
– Guest house
– 4 car bays + covered parking
– Multiple balconies
– Pool & cabana
Pictures are as follows:
– Front & rear of the house
– 2-story foyer & living room
– Formal dining room
– Kitchen & pantry
– Master suite with personal balcony
– High-tech theater
Easily fitting into the affluence of Harbor Point’s border with the North end of Frey and priced just under $32 million, he’d been quick to sign paperwork. Even now, whenever he has guests over, many details and descriptions given to him by his agent have stuck with him, and he’ll often end up saying things like – ❝ Yes, I don’t know if you noticed, but the roof is… multi-gabled Vermont and Spanish slate? Somethin’ like that. ❞ or ❝ Yep… That’s an authentic cobblestone driveway, believe it or not. ❞
In fact, given his personality and demeanor, those who know him may even feel surprised upon visiting his home: he’s always seemed like the type of guy to be comfortable in a one bedroom apartment right on the beach with a fridge big enough for plenty of beer. He’s the type to drag sand into the house with him from the beach and leave dirty underwear lying around, and rarely ever eat anywhere other than the kitchen or living room. It’s a house that makes one wonder whether they should leave their shoes outside or not, or whether it’s okay to put their feet on the couch – it’s a house that looks the opposite of who Charlie is.
However, his personal habits have changed quite a bit since his breakup with his ex-fiancée. He’d been very used to generally always being with someone, or otherwise never really living alone (if, at least, for an extended period of time), and though he doesn’t quite acknowledge it, his house is far too big and feels far too empty for one person to be alone within it. He’d always pride himself on his ability to make light of any situation and never feel lonely throughout his life, which may be why he’s unwilling to admit it – nevertheless, anytime he’s home he always has background noise, whether it’s the fireplace at night, the stereo, having every TV on throughout the house, etc.
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