Bondage/BDSM and Romance
Male Dom - M/M Fem Dom - F/M
Published
01 / 2007
AVAILABLE FORMATS: Mobi (PRC) MSReader (LIT)
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SYNOPSIS
Under the entangled limbs of the ancient and graceful Trees of Heaven, Brian Abernathy throttled his broken down pick-up over the gently curving lane toward the top of Hideaway Hill.
Only a few of the century-old mansions on ten acre lots had been razed to give way to modern sprawling homes reaching into the clouds. The gothic bricks on others still clung tightly to the framework.
Gardeners labored under the soft sunshine of spring, their trucks laden with freshly chopped mulch, young trees and propagated perennials. One of Brian’s competitors nodded as he drove by, tossed his head and sniffed.
“Move over boys,” Brian whispered with a laugh. “The Boss is back in town.”
Another quarter mile down the boulevard, he turned into the driveway where a stately old gentleman lingered in the shade of his home, waiting.
EXTRACT
Two hours later, having carefully examined the eight acres behind the house, Brian
returned to the front with his newest client. “John, this is a huge vote of confidence
and I appreciate it,”
Brian offered sincerely.
“Bullshit. I’ve seen your work. And the truth is, kid, you earned my trust a lot of
years ago when you saved my daughter from that little bastard of a so-called boyfriend
when he tried to rape her in his car one night. But I’m worried about you, too. You’re
living a double life. Believe it or not, your father is worried about you. Very worried
when I spoke to him at the Christmas party last year.”
Bitterly, Brian grimaced. “He wasn’t always an asshole, was he?”
“No, he wasn’t, Brian. I can clearly remember your father and his twin brother as being
two of the most creative and charming kids I’ve ever met. I can’t tell you what went
wrong or I would.” Heavily, the old man sighed. “But I’m sure as hell glad you’re still
around. Let me get you a check.”
“John...wait. Give me a few weeks to do the drawings and I’ll put together a virtual
tour we can watch on your TV. If you like what I’m thinking about, then we’ll talk about
money.”
The old man smiled. Maybe not an Abernathy after all.
Together they peered across the street at the stately stone mansion covered in new slate
with shining copper gutters. The windows had been replaced since Brian had seen it, to
perhaps let a little light in for a change, but the door had only been refinished. JD
could feel Brian’s reticence.
“I think your mom’s home,” he offered.
Feeling weary at the thought of it, Brian’s hand covered his eyes to rub at them. “Yeah,
I should stop in,” he admitted. “So I’ll call you soon,” he offered with an outstretched
hand.
The old man grasped it firmly and held it long enough to force Brian’s attention to him.
Looking deep into Brian’s eyes, he whispered, “Your dad really is concerned about you.”
A sarcastic smirk broke Brian’s solemn expression. “Well...maybe I know him a little
better than you do, John.”
With a sad smile, the old man patted him and then released him.
“I’ll call you in a couple of weeks,” Brian offered. “Say hi to Helena for me.”
JD waved and resumed his vigil in the chair under the tree and watched as Brian continued
around the circular driveway to creep across the street.
