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Chapter 2

Author: Olivia Saxton
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            It was Saturday evening when Charles walked past the threshold of the Michelson estate. He had on a black tux. His thick, brown, curly hair was slicked down with gel to keep it under control.

            “Good evening, Mr. Michelson,” Joseph, the butler, greeted.

            “Evening, Joseph,” Charles said with a wide grin. He took off his coat and white scarf and handed them to Joseph. “I take it that everyone is here already. The valets were just milling about when I pulled up.” The party had started a half hour ago. Charles was purposely late to events like this. He didn’t have the patience to listen to opening speeches stating how much money was needed to be raised and who was sponsoring the event.

“Most of the guests have arrived, sir,” Joseph confirmed. “Everyone is congregating in the temporary space that was set up.”

“Ah, just like Calvin and Yvonne’s wedding reception.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well, I guess I better go and join the festivities. See you later, Joseph,” he said happily and started strolling out of the foyer.

Charles walked to the den. The patio doors were open to a large tent. He approached the threshold. He estimated that there were a good one hundred seventy people in attendance. A band was playing music. Lanterns along the walls of the tent and candles on the tables provided light. Two buffet tables were set up.

He saw his cousin-in-law speaking to Eduardo, the best event coordinator in the city. Charles approached them. He came up behind Yvonne and placed his arm around her bare shoulders and gave her a big kiss on the cheek.

“Charles,” Yvonne said with wide eyes. She was wearing a navy-blue dress that hugged her shapely hour-glass figure.

He gave her a big smile. “Miss me?” Aunt Claire had promised not to tell Calvin and Yvonne that he was in town. He loved popping up on people.

She smiled. “Of course. How are you?”

“Fabulous, now that I’ve seen you,” he said with a smile. Yvonne had smooth, chocolate skin, and her hair was thick and lush. Calvin lucked out getting her. 

She giggled. “Still a flirt, I see. Why didn’t you tell us you were coming? I would have rolled out the red carpet for you.”

“Ha. I don’t need all the airs and graces that Aunt Claire must have,” he said as he caressed her shoulder with his index finger and thumb. “As usual, you look good enough to eat, doesn’t she, Eduardo?”

“Yes, Mr. Michelson,” Eduardo agreed with a smile. “Just as beautiful as she looked on her wedding day.”

Yvonne’s head swayed to the side bashfully. “You two need to stop. You’re going to give me a big head.”

“Just stating the truth,” Charles said. Your cleavage is to die for as well. He envied Calvin for being able to bury his face in those babies whenever he wanted. “So, who do I give my money to for this worthy cause?” he asked as he squeezed Yvonne against his side.

“Me or the other sponsor representatives,” she answered with a smile, showing her pearly whites. “Whatever you can give would be appreciated.”

“Hell, if I’m not careful, that smile of yours will make me give you all I got,” he said and chuckled. He gave her a little squeeze again, pressing her side against his.

Eduardo chuckled.

She laughed. “You’re just as incorrigible as your cousin.”

“No, sweetheart. I’m better,” Charles corrected. Yvonne was a sweet little thing. He didn’t realize how attractive she was until Calvin got engaged to her. When Yvonne let her hair down and took off those Coke-bottle glasses, she was a knockout.

“What the hell are you doing to my wife, Charles?” Calvin asked as he approached them. “And what the hell are you doing here?” His thick, dark hair was combed down with a side part. He was a few inches taller than Charles and bulkier in width.

Charles kept his arm around Yvonne’s shoulders. It was fun to get a rise out of Calvin every now and again. “Nice to see you too, Calvin,” he said with a smirk. “I came to support the cause. I was talking to Yvonne about making a donation.”

“You don’t have to suffocate her for that,” Calvin replied and took his wife’s hand, pulling her away from Charles’s personal space.

“Oh, Calvin,” she cooed. “Charles was just saying hello.”

Calvin rolled his eyes. “He can do that without copping a feel.”

Everyone laughed with the exception of Calvin.

“Where’s the little rascal?” Charles asked.

“If you’re referring to my son, he’s upstairs with the nanny,” Calvin said as he wrapped his arm around Yvonne’s waist.

“Maybe I’ll go up and take a peek at him later,” Charles said. He reached inside his suit pocket for his checkbook. “Now, who do I make the check out to?”

****

            Charles had been at the party for two hours, and he needed a break. He chatted up a few ladies but found no long-term prospects. He had grabbed a bottle of champagne and slipped away from the guests.

            He walked the floors of the mansion as he nursed the champagne from the bottle. Charles was walking past the study when he heard moaning. He stopped and listened. It was coming from the study all right. The door was cracked open.

            He peeked between the crack. The light from the fireplace illuminated the couple that were bumping and grinding on the desk.

            Charles recognized Maxwell Andrews immediately. Max was Calvin’s best friend from England. He had straight, light brown hair. Max was flat on his back on the desk with his slacks and drawls around his ankles.

            Charles squinted to get a better look of the olive-skinned cutie that was bouncing up and down on Max’s cock. His eyebrows went up with recognition. It was Toni. Her rose-colored gown cascaded over Max’s lap. The front of the gown was pulled down, exposing her breasts.

            Charles smirked with approval as he admired Toni’s breasts. He estimated that she was a strong B-cup. He had to admit, Toni could move. He wouldn’t mind giving her a go. She was the executive assistant to the vice president at Michelson Investments. She was also Yvonne’s best friend.

            Max started to grunt as he thrust his pelvis upward. “Ah. You feel good.”

            Toni’s breathing quickened.

            Max let out a long groan as he thrust upward one more time and held the position.

            Charles sipped his bottle of champagne as he watched Toni fall onto Max’s chest. He thought for a moment. Should he interrupt them, or should he go on about his business? He opted to burst in on the party. He was bored. Charles opened the door wide and made his presence known. “I have to say Max, that was pretty good, but I think I can screw her better.”

            Toni gasped and quickly rolled off of Max.

“Bloody hell,” Max grumbled loudly as he sat up.

Charles chuckled as he closed the door behind him.

“What are you doing here, Charles?” Max asked as he hopped off the desk.

“This is my family’s home. What I should ask is, what are you two doing here?” He laughed. “Then again, it’s self-explanatory.”

Max huffed in indignation as he pulled his pants up.

Toni had pulled her top up and started walking away from the desk. She quickly walked past Charles.

Charles grabbed her arm. “Hold on, beautiful.”

She turned around to face him. She looked mad and horrified.

“When you’re ready for a really good time, give me call. By the way, I love your pop-in-your-mouth tits.” Before Charles knew it, Toni introduced her palm to the side of his face.

            His head swung to the side as he blinked. Damn, she can hit.

            Toni pulled her arm out of his grip. “Asshole,” she hissed as she sashayed toward the door.

            Charles chuckled. “Now, I’m definitely interested in you.”

            Toni went out of the study, slamming the door behind her.

            “You are a fucking wanker,” Max sneered as he buttoned his shirt.

            “I was just having a little fun. Lighten up. It’s not like you wouldn’t have done the same to me,” Charles said.

            “Not if you were with her,” Max said. “Toni is different.”

            “Oh,” Charles said as his eyebrows rose. “Are you two exclusive?”

            “No,” Max said. “She’s just a nice girl who likes to get off sometimes. Not a slut.”

            “So, you won’t mind if I ask her out?”

            “Stay away from her, Charles,” Max warned in a deep voice.

            Charles smirked. You know that warning just makes me want to go after her more. 

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