LOCAL ELLUSIVE BILLIONAIRE STEPS OUTThe Bay area is no stranger to high-profile rich philanthropic men and even a few women, but the newest kids on the block are here to play. The Boys of Raven Digital Arts held their first annual charity gala last night. Fifty select guests were invited to the $5,000 plate dinner at the company's new state of the art building in the Cow Hollow neighborhood. The event supported the RDA – Kids in Technology Scholarship Fund which provides tuition help to five worthy applicants in the field of Computer Science.Company owner, Finnegan McRyan, better known to some by his user name, RavenLord72 attended last night's festivities with a striking brunette on his shoulder (see picture on left). No word on who his date for the evening was, but she's hooked herself a good one.RavenLord72 and his company blasted into the bay area technical industry late last year when he sold Dragons Reborn to a prominent software company for a cool 2.6 billion dollars —
"In the paper, Finn. Everyone I know is texting me the link this morning. My own brother knew before I did. How long did you think you could keep it from me?" Despite my best effort to muster my fury, my words sound as broken as my heart feels."Listen, it's not what it sounds like. I'll explain everything. I'm coming home. I'll be there in less than thirty minutes. Wait for me. I'll tell you everything.""It's too late for you to tell me anything. I know what I need to know. I read it all in the paper!" Oh, there's the anger I wanted."I swear I was going to tell you, Aspen. I tried to tell you this morning, but I couldn't. I don't know what the paper said. I'm never in the paper. I purposely keep a low profile. It must have been because you were there as my date. I wouldn't have garnered any interest otherwise." Finn stumbles over his words.His attempt at false flattery pisses me off more. I can't find my earlier hurt any longer. My anger has consumed it. How stupid does Fin
I've talked Finn up for weeks. Now I have to tell my two closest friends how I've been played by a not-secret-to-anyone-but-us billionaire. I'm so stupid. The ride here was mostly quiet — no more than directions passed to our driver. It gave me too much time to reflect on my relationship over the last few weeks.There were so many times when Finn gave me a hint about his real life, either on purpose or unintentionally. I'll never know. So many chances for me to question him, but I never did. Baseball suites? The expensive necklace? Why didn't I at least ask him about his new apartment? I never received an answer to my questions about what he did at RDA. Now I can see how every answer was vague. Best friend or not — what regular employee would have access to a company car and driver as much as Finn did? I assumed at every corner. I was a stupid schoolgirl, too taken and acting like I had my first crush to notice the discrepancies around me. I fell right into the fake little world Finn
A streak the color of pumpkin flies toward me as my head jerks up. The soft material hits me in the chest and I grab it before the sweater falls to the ground."You made us come here. The least you could do is pretend to look at the clothes." Marissa, my assailant, battles me with her gaze from across the clothing rack. She's a bit formidable with one hand resting on a popped hip, her head cocked in my direction, and those squinty eyes raking over me.At least she would be if I didn't know her so well. Marissa is a kitten, all claws, but fluffy and distracted by shiny objects and string. "I'm pretty sure you made us come here as part of my therapy." I spot the silver sequined shirt right in time. "Here look at this." I pass the shirt in her direction.Marissa's eyes light up for a moment, but then she checks the tag and they fall. "It's a small. Don't try to distract me with pretty clothes, Aspen. It won't work."It was decided I needed some retail therapy so we're back in the
Marissa nods in agreement then keeps going with her advice. "I understand how you're feeling. I even understand why you're upset. I just think you'll get over it eventually, but by then it might be too late. The whole pride thing, like Amanda said." She grabs the end of my cart to stop my forward movement and waits until I meet her eyes."I'd hate for you to lose Finn over this. And not because of the money, but because he makes you happy. You can let your anger fester and ruin a good thing, a relationship that brought you more joy than I've seen from you in years. Or you can find it in yourself to move on and get over it. Trust me, Sweetie, there are much worse things a man can do to you than lie about having a few dollars in the bank."Marissa's reminder of her own failed relationship brings tears to my eyes. How stupid can my entire situation be compared to what she's had to deal with in the last few weeks? Once again I wish I had hit Cody with that glass.I move to the jean j
The light blue fabric of my brother's couch is soft and comfortable as I stretch out on it. I need to enjoy this now because with a new baby on the way, I worry what will be on this piece of furniture when dirty diapers enter into the equation. My white plain t-shirt inches up and I stuff it into my fleece pajama pants.I've been forced to leave work a little earlier each day to avoid the black Escalade sitting out front. I can't be certain it's there for me since I haven't seen Jake in the driver's seat, but I don't want to take my chances. At ten after five, I didn't expect Rebecca or Ben to be home already, but Rebecca met me at the door when I walked in a few minutes ago.She's making noise in the kitchen, but besides the quick hello as I passed coming through the front door, we haven't spoken. Their condo is bright with all the windows and open floor plan between the kitchen and living room, but the space feels heavy with my mood. I bring down the atmosphere wherever I am."
Six o'clock ticks past on the large wood-framed clock in the lobby of my building. The sound mixes with the scuffle of my tennis shoes on the tile floor as I walk to the stairwell. The muscles in my legs scream on each step up. Walking everywhere this week has taken a toll. My whole body needs a weekend at home to recuperate.With no need to rush out of work early to avoid a certain black Escalade, I stayed later to make up hours. Yet, even after reminding myself plenty of times not to expect Jake to be waiting outside for me, I couldn't stop the letdown I experienced when he wasn't there. I knew better. With the lack of flowers, lunch time delivery, and that cold, to-the-point text, Finn and I are officially over. He's done with me. Whether it was trying to get me back or an attempt at expunging his guilt, he's over it now. The small speck of hope I'd been holding on to flew down the street as I started toward home.I no longer need to avoid Finn at our place... um, my place so I'
Jake stops the car in front of the cobalt blue office building Finn now calls home. The door is open and he's out before Jake can make for his handle, but Jake's huff at his inability to complete his task is easily heard from my place in the backseat."It's good to see you again, Aspen. Have a nice night." Jake tips his head in my direction, his black tie bunching in the opening of his suit.I meet Finn at the front of the building and wait while he holds the door open for me."I didn't see Jake out there when I came home tonight. How'd he pick us up so fast?" I question as we stand next to a polished metal elevator door.Finn sticks a key card the size and shape of a credit card into a slot and the doors open. "Yeah, you didn't see him on your way out from work either."I follow him into the small space and work through his answer. Did Jake follow me home and I not notice? That idea sounds ludicrous. Finn stands behind me and wraps his arms under mine pulling my back to his
Six months later"I thought you were painting this room silver?" Hudson asks dropping his half of the couch inside of our brand-new tiny living room. That's not fair. It's bigger than the apartment when I lived with Marissa. Living here will be like me having my own special mansion. Except this time the rent is higher.I put my end of the couch down and then promptly sit at the end of it. I've done my part of moving. This is why we hired movers. I don't know what it is about men wanting to lift heavy objects. Plus, it's not like there's much furniture to move. The old apartment came furnished. This stuff is new.I look at the wall, which shimmers in the bright light from our large open window in the new living room. "I did. It's Silver Fox.""This color is gray.""No, it's Silver Fox.""It looks gray to me."I shake my head in dismay. "Gray is darker."He nods slowly. "Uh-huh. Whatever you say."Hudson and I have been living together since he made the permanent move t
A few weeks later"Wow, Finn hooked you up." My eyes blink a few times trying to adjust to the overpowering glare of so many television screens in one room.Hudson laughs as he steps behind me. "Ridge taught me you can never have too many cameras.""Well, you definitely put his words into practice." No less than thirty flat screen TVs line a wall in the room Finn and Hudson started calling the war room. I'm pretty sure Finn has a camera everywhere Aspen may go in San Francisco. There is even one in the comic shop. The transition has gone well for the most part. Finn and Aspen had a heated debate over her bodyguard situation.Once Hudson accepted the position, he didn't waste time. It's been less than three weeks and he has a war room set up and is spying on half the residents of the city. My man gets shit done."Are you happy?" I ask turning around so we are face to face.Hudson rolls his eyes and says something silently to the ceiling of the room. He's recently taken up pr
The glass automatic door at the airport entrance slides open and I saunter in with a purpose. No woman has ever been as determined as I am to put a man in his place. Full Marissa style.And then maybe win him back. It depends on his response. I've been through tons of shit the last few weeks. I need someone who can handle me and won't chicken out.Aspen and Finn checked me out of the hospital and then took me back to my apartment making me promise I wouldn't leave when I asked to be alone. My mother even listened when I told her it was a great time to visit my brother in Washington. He'll love it.Besides my shattered heart, I'm medically fine. There's no reason for people to be stuck hovering around me. Hurt or not, I've still peopled too much these last few days, so it wasn't hard to press that I needed quiet time. I promised to head right into bed and sleep for a few more days.But I've broken many promises lately. And kept secrets. I am not the same girl I was last year. An
I hate to be a bad friend — who am I kidding, I'm always the bad friend — but Aspen could not have picked a worse time to make her visit. And I love her. She was here all day yesterday. Getting water, refilling water, fluffing my pillow and accidentally pulling on my IV before doing it again while apologizing for pulling on the IV. Hudson and I haven't had two minutes to ourselves. I tried to fake sleep yesterday afternoon, but then they stood around the bed looking and me and whispering."Do you need your pillow fluffed?" she asks for the thousandth time. It's become her filler question. What she asks me if she doesn't know what else to ask.I shake my head, giving Finn my best "calm her down" look, but he doesn't notice. He's so madly in love with Aspen he thinks everything she does is adorable. "I'm fine, Aspen. Relax."My best friend is definitely more put together than Hudson in the last two days, but not by much. Her hair is flat on one side, a little curly on the other, an
A STEADY STREAM of beeps wakes me up to a stream of light.A hospital. It's the place I've woken up the last two days. I can't complain. It's one hundred times better than a concrete floor in an abandoned factory in Oakland. Even still I fight the panic as my brain comes into consciousness. The hospital therapist says eventually there will come a day when I don't wake up ready to flee, but I'm not sure I believe her.My awake body is heavy and sluggish. Yesterday I spent most the day sleeping as my conscious mind worked around what happened after I was taken from the sidewalk in front of Cosmo's.Hudson was shot. I watched it with my own eyes. What I didn't know at the time was the bullet grazed the side of his body and most of his injury was due to the shock of being shot. Even though my mind didn't want to believe it at the time, he led the charge to rescue me. And yes, he absolutely shot Jimmy in the head — a scene I never ever want to see again, but one that plays on repeat e
Breathe. I hit reality with a start. Tears form as I blink my eyes to open them. My shoulder hurts, a tingling stiff sensation like I slept on it wrong. At one point I must have broken out in a cold sweat and my skin is clammy, moist yet chilled. My knuckle scrapes the hard ground underneath my body as I sit up and the events of what happened flood back. It wasn't a bad dream. I've been taken right from the front of Cosmo's. Kidnapped.They shot Hudson.I have no idea how long I slept or where I am. No longer in the van, the room is dark around me and it takes longer than I want for my eyes to adjust. Of course, there's no positive to be found when they do. Sawdust and dirt smells permeate the air. On the ground there's not only cold hard concrete but sharp pieces of wood. I wipe a few from my pants legs only to have them stick to the skin of my fingers.As I try to stand, there's a clink of metal. I tug my foot to find it doesn't move. My leg is bolted to the ground with thick m
"Are you sure you won't walk in there and start crying?" Hudson asks as we stop in front of Cosmo's Comics and Café.I take a deep breath and check myself before I answer because frankly he's probably right to be worried. It's been two days since we met with Drew at the restaurant in Oakland and I spent most of that night crying. I haven't talked to anyone since then. More than likely they think I've been taking this time to apologize to Hudson. He promises he's forgiven and forgotten and even understands why it took so long.Hudson spent the last few days consoling me as I came to terms with finally admitting what happened that night and saying goodbye to Drew if only in my own mind. He's been perfect. He didn't push or yell at me to do it faster or tell me I was being ridiculous. He listened and held me when I needed him. I couldn't ask for a better man.Hudson is everything I've ever wanted in a guy. Sensitive enough to figure out when I'm hurting, but strong enough to tell me
"That's your answer?" Hudson's eyebrows lift.I hit my knee against his. "Hudson."He sighs in agitation."Well, Drew, the way I look at it Amanda doesn't have much to tell. It sounds to me as if in her story you were a friend who was there to help her out. Who didn't want to get involved in a police investigation. But before I can trust her opinion that you're a nice guy, I need proof."Drew laughs even though it's inappropriate for the time. "I don't think I'm a nice guy, but thanks, Amanda.""Um, you're welcome?""I started working construction jobs part time when Clare and I were in foster care." He stops talking right as the story gets good."But you don't do construction work now, do you?" Hudson asks the exact question I've been thinking.It's like pulling teeth to get facts out of Drew, but what he doesn't understand is Hudson will have no qualms telling Ben if he's not satisfied with his answers."Yes and no. From time to time my boss asks me for extra favors
"Sorry, Dean, I've got to get home. Lots of Christmas prep to do."There's no time to chase another raid with so much work to do for Aspen's Christmas celebration. They overdo it for most holidays, but the big ones are the worst.He nods, accepting the answer. I rarely take him up on offers for more raiding or the hundred times he's asked me out for coffee. "Okay, see you next time." He waves, following a large group of people making their way to cars and bikes before heading toward the wharf.I step onto the sidewalk outside the baseball stadium to look for a cab. The road is eerily quiet since there isn't baseball in December and the people from the raid snatched up the cabs. Even though Grant, Clare's boyfriend would kill me, I scroll through my phone and find the Uber app. If I have to call for a ride anyway, I should at least make it a cheap one. He'd be pissed over how close I am to his neighborhood without someone here with me, but it's too late to worry about that now.