I will remind you what hell looks like

Samuel Antwi Chairman and CEO of Antwi Property Group Owner of Catalina Shopping Center Resident of Catalina, CA

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Idris Elba photographed by Dennis Leopold for Essence, August 2017

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arthurkanemoto‌:

This was generally how their conversations past the two inches of depth they allowed each other went. Both were unwilling to penetrate into anything beyond the shallows, despite the fact that they knew that they held the shell-shocked remnants of their souls, pieced and bandaged together the best way they knew how. For Arthur, that meant shoving the pain into the back of his brain, never to see the light of day, lest it grow into something uncontrollable.

“I’ll drink to that.” Arthur raised his glass — alive. Yes, that was good enough. Frankly, he didn’t know if he would’ve made it past his twenties, but here he was, forty-two and still on both legs, mostly put together. He took a large sip of his drink, shrugging as he listened to Samuel’s following comments. “Nah; I know if you start crying the world’ll end the next day, no doubt about it,” he joked, an attempt to lighten the mood once more. “And the day I ask you to fucking talk about your shit… well, you could say the same exact thing that I just did.”

He’d had reason to cry. The tears he’d shed for Miriam were fervent, but private - not even at her funeral had he cried. Samuel remembered the comments made in various papers and gossip columns afterward, pointing out how a cold, calculating businessman like Samuel Antwi wouldn’t have a single ounce of love for as warm and effervescent of a woman Miriam had been, how it was unsurprising he wasn’t truly in mourning.

Well, fuck them all.

“Mm. You couldn’t handle my shit anyway.” He took another long drink, then sighed as he drummed his fingers on his thigh. “Something tells me I’m just...tired. That woman came from the lawyer again today,” he drawled. He mentioned her often enough, always as That Woman, never by name, if only because he knew it would drive her up a wall to be talked about like that. “Stack of papers thick as one of the trees out front, all for me to sign.” Samuel’s lips quirked and he huffed out a quiet chuckle. “She was more than happy to leave them there, pick them up another time, but I said, ‘Marion, you and I both know you have nothing better to do, so sit down for once.’ She didn’t like that very much.” Samuel snorted again. “One day someone must explain to me why I enjoy antagonizing people so much.”

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harperxnorwood‌:

She nodded her head, unable to hide the feeling of pride that came through her whenever she talked about owning Norwood’s. “My dad retired last year, and I took over full ownership of the place” she said, the pride she felt obvious in her voice. Not that she thought such a thing would impress one of the richest men in Catalina. After all, Norwood’s wasn’t going to be a restaurant empire anytime soon. And Harper was okay with that. She was just happy she could call the place her own after all these years of working for her father. “No trouble, exactly, although I’d be lying if I didn’t say I felt like I was going prematurely grey.” The job involved long hours, even longer than she was used to when she worked for her father. And being the sole owner meant it was down to her to turn a profit and make sure everyone got paid. “We did get everyone new uniforms a few months ago, which I feel like is a step up.” The old ones had seemed almost universally unflattering on the servers. These ones weren’t going to make the cover of Vogue, but at least nobody looked like a penguin in them.

“Mm. Small favors.” But though Samuel’s tone regarding the uniform change was dull and unimpressed, his mind was working relentlessly. He’d owned a business for a significant amount of time now, to the point that he could act as more of a figurehead than someone in his headquarters five days out of the week. He had experience. And a new business owner or manager could use some thoughts, or perhaps at least encouragement. “If your employees feel comfortable in what they wear, especially if you were able to provide it gratis, then they’ll be far more loyal than you think. Appreciative, even. What about the menu? Are you bringing any changes to that?”

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“No, no! It’s fine, I didn’t mind the wait,” said Rory, shaking his head slightly in an effort to reassure the other. The truth was simpler, albeit more difficult to admit: this was his only agenda for the afternoon. Rory had specifically asked their department secretary to keep the latter half of the day clear for him, in the hopes of perhaps getting acquainted with the Samuel Antwi in the short time they’d already been working together. 

It would be a lie for him to say he’d arrived with the express purpose of showing some designs. No, part of him had been colored intrigued at his elusiveness of years past and had endeavored to figure out what he truly was. Even if it were a rough-and-tumble, and particularly uphill, battle. 

“Of course,” he replied, before sheepishly adding, “er, would you like to hold this meeting in your office? Or would you like someplace less formal. Perhaps in your dining room, or over some restaurant?” An invitation, gloriously unsubtle — but then again, Rory wasn’t truly known for his subtlety. 

That incredibly obvious transition made Samuel look at Rory for a long moment with a quirked brow. He fought the urge to smile, and succeeded with incredible ease - he hadn’t been through years of successful corporate takeover without being able to wear a mask.

Even still, he was endlessly amused by this clearly successful man attempting to get dinner with Samuel. As if he couldn’t simply ask without making it about business.

His one comfort was that the man hadn’t tried to flirt with him. Even a night with Val hadn’t made Samuel more comfortable with his own...lesser known proclivities.

“Does your boss pay you so little that you can’t afford to eat, Hirsch?” Samuel drawled, but without cruelty in his sandpaper dry tone. “Pity. Suppose I’ll have to make sure you don’t starve myself.” He took his phone out of his pocket, typed a few words, then waved two fingers in a gesture toward himself as he began to walk. “Come. My chef will prepare a second plate. We’ll dine within the next twenty minutes.

“Do you drink, Hirsch? Brandy, wine, beer?”

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“Mm.” He nodded at Val’s commentary. It made sense that they would have to hire someone to make it more accessible. Their meeting only a couple of hours before came back to Samuel’s mind in a rush - what was it like to have to rely on perfect strangers to make the world accessible? And what could he do to help?

Samuel didn’t have a bleeding heart, but watching Val’s careful progress to the bathroom made him recognize this wasn’t a matter of pity. Just not being an asshole.

“Of course I added bubbles. What kind of man do you take me for? An uncultured swine?” He followed behind Val, hesitating a long moment before he rested his hands on Val’s slim hips. Fingers ventured forward, until Samuel could press flush against them from behind, his thumbs tucking under the waistband of their skirt. “If you want to ride me in this tub, you should tell me where you keep your lube and condoms, love.”

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haydstew‌:

       He wasn’t a stranger to flirting with men, however, since getting married more than a decade ago, his skills needed a bit of polishing. It was almost an entirely different game compared to flirting with women, a bit trickier to tread, but that hasn’t stopped him before, especially not now as he stood in front of the taller male. He didn’t seem at all repulsed, which could either mean he was into it, or just didn’t care. Or maybe he was repulsed and was just too polite to say anything. “I don’t know, man. The color was pretty. Don’t you think the color’s pretty?” he said, holding the shirt up higher. “What would you choose for me, then?”

“The color reminds me of technicolor vomit.” If the man was going to be so...so...friendly, then Samuel wasn’t afraid to be blunt. He kept his gaze on the mirror as he continued to adjust the fit of what he was trying on - better that than risk...what? That the man would say something bright and flirting again? His heart skipped a beat at the mere idea. What was it with these men who flirted so openly and unabashedly? “I’m not a stylist. And even if I was, I doubt you could afford my fee. I’m sure there’s a number of people working here who’d be happy to dress you, if you’re having trouble picking out a single color.”

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Was she willing to possibly risk her life on a trip out of the city to get some coffee. With a stranger? A perfectly handsome stranger who tried to bite her head off within minutes of - was she willing to risk getting murdered. For coffee? “Do you know good coffee places in LA?” She definitely wasn’t leaving the island for mediocre coffee. Why was she even considering it?

Maybe they’d settle small. So what if they were the real Bermuda Triangle.

Faith shook her head, ego boost wasn’t the thing she needed nor wanted at all. It was better to pass it on than anything. “If you really wanted to give me an ego boost, you’ll let me pay.” It was easy and she was offering. “Otherwise no, my ego is doing relatively fine where it is.”

Samuel snorted. “I know my way around LA.” Perhaps the accent suggested he’d just come off a plane yesterday, since he hadn’t lost a lick of his posh drawl in all his years of being in American purely due to stubbornness, but he hadn’t been able to run a company without a bit of jetsetting over the years.

Still. A lot could have changed since the last time he took that ferry over. And the thought still made his heart skip a beat.

“All right. If you believe you know a better coffee place on this little tourist trap of the island...then I invite you to show me. And, if I’m sufficiently impressed by the atmosphere, then I might let you cover the bill.”

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Samuel’s lips quirked in a smirk as he watched the color fill Val’s cheeks. Lovely. He caught their chin firmly and leaned to press his lips against their blushing skin. “If you insist,” he drawled with a heavy sigh before he pulled away.

The bathroom was easy enough to find, and just as spacious and beautifully well lit as Samuel had come to expect from the rest of their home. Nothing to catch someone unaware on the floor. Samuel couldn’t help considering the layout of his own estate, how difficult it might be for someone like Val to get around.

He began running the bath, taking a bit of carte blanche at exactly which bubbles he set to fill the tub, and took a moment to gather himself before he unbuttoned a few more buttons on his shirt, just enough to expose a bit more skin. He wandered back to the bedroom. “It’s a lovely space,” he said, more to let Val know he had returned, where he was in the room, before he reached out to pet through their curls. Easier to touch sometimes, he was learning, than let himself be touched.

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The words brought dueling emotions to Samuel. Thick fear refilled his chest, interspersed with small clouds of validation. “...it was my bloody parents,” he murmured, then barked a rough laugh. “Not all of us are quite so lucky to have someone encourage us to pursue what we might really want.”

On the contrary, Miriam was, for so many years, the complete opposite.

The memory of how he’d been made him sick.

Samuel moved out of the bed with a huff. “Lovers, plural? Are you suggesting you wouldn’t mind being one of many?” He tugged one of Val’s curls lightly, almost affectionately. “And here I thought this would be a one night stand.” He took another long sip of wine, the sweetness pleasantly going to his head, and set the glass down audibly. “I’m sure your tub will take time to fill. Shall I start it for you? Or should I stretch that tight arse of yours with my fingers before we even begin the water running?” At the end of the day, he could always lean on sex to pull the subject away from one of discomfort, he thought.

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Samuel’s head was still spinning with possibilities when Val left the bed. “You’re such an arse,” he called after them, gaze following their trim body, trying so very hard not to imagine how well they’d bounce on his cock.

Fuck, there was no getting away from that now. For such a little tease who seemed intent on equal parts riling Samuel up and dragging him to a devastatingly slow pace, they were making him hungry.

When Val reappeared with the bottle of wine, Samuel had another drink, his heated gaze racing over Val’s face. But then there was that comment. Repulsion. Samuel hesitated, clearing his throat and shifting slightly away from their touch. “The people in my life haven’t looked kindly on me being interested in anyone but a woman before. It’s...I’m complicated, I suppose.” And disgusted with himself. That as well.

“...perhaps I can make it up to you tonight. Let the filth flow from my mouth a little faster.”

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Samuel smirked, sitting himself against the headboard, careful to keep his glass of wine comfortably aloft - no threat of spillage. “I have an active imagination,” he drawled. Rather, he’d seen a great deal of porn in his three years tucked away, and the filth he’d heard spewed in them had eventually bored him, more than anything. It made his fantasies a bit more creative.

At least now he had reason to use the words.

The comment about the bath only made him chuckle. “Fuck, are you trying to get me to move in?” The teasing words were light, fluffy, pairing sweetly with the wine on the back of his tongue and the way his fingers lifted to brush a few of Val’s curls away from their forehead. “Or did my words make you feel a bit filthy? Find yourself needing someone to scrub you down?”

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“Mm. Pity, that. Here I was hoping you wrote something incredibly inappropriate that you coul-” Samuel cut off in a sudden gasp the moment Val’s fingers found his thigh, tracing over his trousers. He ducked a little, pressing his forehead against Val’s stomach while his free hand dug bruisingly into their hip, trying to find some sense of purchase. “...could...read to me...”

After he caught his breath, he turned to gulp down a bit more wine, keeping his eyes closed so the bouquet bloomed more effectively on his tongue. Fuck. He was a mess, and he’d barely been touched - just like he knew he would be.

Samuel pulled back, looking up at Val’s handsome face as he scooted backward on the bed a bit. “You might as well get comfortable down here with me. Unless you’re planning for me to fuck you against the wall later and want to stay limber.”

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“You in here?”

“Mm.” It took Samuel a moment to realize a grunt likely wasn’t enough of an indication. “Sitting on the edge of your bed. Facing you.” The last two words slipped out softer, as he took in Val from head to toe, gaze lingering for a few seconds too long on the remnants of their hardness through their skirt. As Val approached, Samuel took the wine from them and gave it a sip.

He chuckled the moment he swallowed. “That’s bloody dangerous, and you know it. Juice indeed. You’ll have me pissed in a few glasses without even noticing.” He was more a fan of reds, if only because they tended to challenge his palate a bit more, but this sweetness was perfect on his tongue, nudging away a healthy bit of his fears.

With Val’s hand exploring his shoulder, Samuel let his fingers graze down Val’s waist and rest lightly on their hip. He nudged their shirt up slightly, just enough to press a lingering kiss to their lower abdomen. “What genre do you write?” Samuel asked lightly, moving to trail the tip of his tongue over the jut of Val’s hip bone. “And why?”

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As Val made it abundantly clear that they’d be taking their time tonight, Samuel took a moment to groan impatiently and rest his head on Val’s shoulder before he murmured, “You see, you are still a prick.” But he chuckled nonetheless and let them adjust themselves, clothes smoothed down and set to rights before they emerged.

Samuel followed, giving a glance over his shoulder. The driver was leaning against the hood, already lifting a cigarette to his lips, and when he and Samuel made eye contact, Samuel quirked a brow before he absently made a gesture for the driver to go for a bit of a drive, if he wanted. No use for him to be sitting outside in his car, making the natives nervous.

When Samuel watched how confidently Val moved toward the house and around the inside, he hesitated in the doorway for only a moment before he shut the door behind him. “Lovely house.” He absently adjusted his hardness in his black trousers. “Pour me whatever you’re having. That way I can judge your taste most harshly,” he drawled.

He removed his shoes at the door, then padded his way down the hall. “I’ll be investigating the bedroom, then.” Even if he wasn’t going to fuck them right away, he might as well be comfortable. He studied the furniture he passed, then went straight for the bed once he was in the room, sitting on the edge of it.

Hopefully Val would find him before the sharp anxiety rose once more.

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