Feb 16, 2015
"Hush, now, boys." she said as she patted her belly lovingly upon feeling her sons moved inside her.
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"Hush, now, boys." she said as she patted her belly lovingly upon feeling her sons moved inside her.
Happy Valentine's Day!
"Now, is there something else?"
The Waiting Game
Christian paced back and forth, a glass of scotch in his hands though he already had a massive headache from all the drinking he had done previously and the fact that Olympia came over.
He was slowly reconsidering that Aiden wasn't an actual threat, after all if Christian had Olympia there was very little the other lower insignificant ant could do. Christian had won, at least one thing.
He was still waiting for Edward to report back to him about that puppydog he had found and he was quickly growing impatient once again. He put his glass down and decided to take a seat on the couch again.
He wanted to know what this Jones Industries was and how to make them fall, that would give him more pleasure than anything.
He took a breath and re positioned himself so he was laying on the couch instead with his hand on his forehead, perhaps he should get a hot rag for this slight hangover he was having.
....Really?
Charlotte normally didn't go to any bars, let alone drink but she had nothing else to do and she was craving something a little stronger. So she stumbled into a busy bar, hearing men and women screaming about football.
Charlotte never really got sports, don't get her wrong. She loved tennis, baseball and more but football? It was just a bunch of fat men running after a little ball Perhaps because they couldn't find their own?
Charlotte didn't know.
But she didn't care because she wasn't interested. Still she decided this would be a good a place as any to get a drink and proceeded to walk to the bar and take a seat.
Her hair was up, tied securely to the back of her head and she was wearing rather large sunglasses "Hey can I get an apple martini here?" She questioned, flagging down the bartender who eagerly began making her drink.
She smiled and slipped her shades off, putting them onto the counter and took another look around. This place could use some serious redecorating but that wasn't exactly her call.
When her drink was finally placed on the counter, she thanked the bartender and took a sip "Mmm" She loved sweet drinks or at least as sweet as an apple martini came.
She turned and ended up knocking her sunglasses onto the floor "Oh!" She hissed, hoping they weren't broken. They were expensive after all and she couldn't...Well she could afford a new pair but that didn't mean she wanted to.
She let out a sigh and place her drink down so she could slide off the stool to retrieve her shades.
It's Been Quite Some Time...
"Since I had a damn drink" Christian mumbled, fiddling with the bottle of expensive Vodka he had purchased not too long ago. It was bad enough he had to run a fucking secret society with incompetent members who couldn't even show their fucking faces for the monthly meetings that Christian himself held.
Honestly...The people he had to depend on, he would soon ring someone's neck for creating such delays. And the fucking rumors of trouble starting, he could strangle the one he found was causing the trouble.
He couldn't afford to let all this fall apart, he had worked too fucking hard for it.
Christian let out a loud sigh and ran his hand through his hair, finding relief in the sound of the Vodka filling a tall glass and swallowed it down. He took a breath after he finished it and slammed the glass down to refill it once more "And that Aiden" He hissed the man's name, hatred...No LOATHING burning in his eyes.
That pathetic waste of breath was the reason or at least Christian liked to believe as to why Olympia refused him but he'd get her. He paused and picked up the refilled glass, his knuckles turning white as he held it tightly.
"Even if I have to fucking chain her down and claim her...She will be mine" He growled, swallowing down the glass with incredible speed. The alcohol burned his throat but it was relaxing, Christian figured vodka would be his next best friend.
The bottle of Vodka itself was more trustworthy and attentive to Christian than the idiots he had in the secret society.
Oh Hello
"Fancy seeing you here"