We got out after the blades stopped. Even if I was perfectly used to traveling this way, I couldn’t help but feel the special sense of occasion for Lola. She was laughing hard, taking deep breaths, and I stepped towards her and felt a warm rush of desire for her.She was having an amazing time so far, but the rest was yet to come.We stepped down from the helipad and through a door. There, we descended a metal staircase.“I can’t believe it,” she kept saying. “We’re on a real skyscraper.”“You know I live on one of these?” I said.“Crazy,” she said. “How do you manage? I’m not sure I’d be good with being up so high all the time.”“The main problem is keeping your feet on the ground,” I said, as I rang the bell and called for the elevator.We dropped down two floors, and when it opened, the both of us breathed a sigh.Spacewas an elegant restaurant, up thirty two stories in the building. It mostly served the stockbrokers and super-rich of New York. We arrived at a gallery with a glass
“He wasn’t always like that. I mean, I’d never heard him speak the way he spoke to us last Friday. But I wasn’t surprised, all the same.”“You weren’t.”“Luca grew up in the Bronx, in the nineties. It wasn’t such a nice place to be back then. And deep down, I think he’s still there, in some ways.”“Do you think he’s really going to sue?”“I wouldn’t put it past him. But then, I wouldn’t put it past anyone.”“Why?”“You can always rely on people to let you down,” I said, slowly emptying my glass and setting it down on the pristine, white tablecloth. “First they say one thing, then they do another.”“But people can change, right? They can get better. They can surprise you—even if they’ve done something to hurt you.”“Not in my experience.”Lola looked a little downcast about that, so I decided to change the subject.“You got any brothers or sisters?”“Two brothers. What about you?”I didn’t answer her. “Wow. Two brothers. That’s a hell of a lot of carnage for one house, huh?”“Come on,
“Lola,” he said, and smiled.“I don’t think…I mean, can we not?”“Of course,” said Alex, sitting back, pulling away, adjusting the rumpled lapels of his jacket. “I’m sorry, I just thought that…”“It’s really fine,” I said. “It’s not like—not like I don’t want to. But…”“Huh?” said Alex. “But what?”“But this isn’t right.”“Isn’t this what you want?”“It’s what part of me wants. But another part knows, you see? That it isn’t good when…” I put one hand towards me and the other towards him. I couldn’t say it out loud—the very thought of it would only inflame my desire more.“Oh,” said Alex. “I see.”“So I was thinking, maybe we should just stay friends. After all, you’re my boss.”“Well, can I see you again? Like this?”“Maybe that’s not a good idea either.”“You didn’t have a nice time?”“No,” I said, “I’m not saying that.”Will you…just…listen?I thought for a moment, though I didn’t say it. I didn’t want to be cruel. Not to him. Not even after everything that had happened between us.“I
Alex“Charged?”Isaid.“I’m afraid so,” said Zeke sadly. He and my lawyer were sitting, looking at the piece of paper on my desk. Not only had our liquor license been revoked, but I’d been sued in court. And Section 12-Bs were being issued for all my businesses across the company.It turned out that Gerald Bone had been all around town that morning, issuing the notices to close my clubs and bars. Without the ability to serve alcohol, my bars were shut until further notice. And until we removed all the alcohol from the ground floor ofThe Blue Orchid, we’d have to stay closed.“But how could they do this?” I said. “What the hell? Wealwaysget our license renewed on time.”“I think I can answer that,” said my lawyer, Jeff Reinhart. “If you look at the liquor license, you’ll find that Luca Desilva’s the signatory for the property.”“Luca?” I groaned.Of course. It was Luca who’d got the liquor licenses for our businesses. He’d had them processed at an alarming rate. I hadn’t even thought ab
“How about this afternoon?” I said.***“This is crazy,” I said in the car on the way. “What can they possibly throw at me? And why do they think I’ve committed a crime?”“Whatever it is, Alex,” said Jeff, “they’re not going to do this unless they have some serious evidence. I want you to be prepared.” Jeff had insisted on coming.“That can’t be true,” I said. “I bet Luca’s just told them a pack of lies.”But Jeff looked out of the window as we got to the station. “Like I said. Just want you to be prepared.”I couldn’t remember if I’d even been inside a police station before, but it wasn’t like I expected. The Fraud Squad had its offices at the 19th Precinct these days. It was a comfortable, clean looking place, with a white linoleum floor and a big, heavy desk.When we got there, I introduced myself.“Take a seat,” said the cop at the desk. Jeff and I sat down.Ten minutes passed, and there was nothing. We waited there, watching people come through. At one point a man passed with a p
“I guess so. All the information’s correct, anyway.”“That’s the birth certificate with which you applied for the liquor licenses on your premises, isn’t it?”“It has to be. I mean, I’ve only got one.”“Do you?” said O’Rourke, and for a reason I couldn’t explain, my blood ran cold.“Of course,” I said. “Doesn’t everyone?”This seemed to be what O’Rourke was waiting to hear. His dark, gray, heavy-lidded eyes seemed to be gleaming in the interrogation room. I looked up behind him, and frantically began to imagine a team of cops all standing behind the one-way glass.“About four days ago,” he began, “Luca Desilva came in here to report a felony. Are you aware of him?”“Of course,” I said. “He was my business partner. Still is, technically. And he’s a crook. I caught him stealing money out of my cash register two weeks ago. Sacked him on the spot.”“I’m well aware of what you have accused Mr. Desilva of doing—”“I have security tapes!” I said. “I can prove it.”“But you didn’t report it t
LolaThe following week, were opened the Blue Orchid. But no matter how hard we tried, it was pitiful. Lunch was a disaster, and I watched forlornly from behind the bar. We’d had to take the bottles off the shelf, and it looked bare and empty from the front door.Dinner was no better.“I’m sorry,” said Cherise, “but we’re not serving alcohol tonight.”“Oh,” said the guy at the door. “It’s my wife’s birthday. We were kind of hoping to drink. Maybe another time, though.”The next people who came by were a family.“Hi there!” said Cherise cheerfully.But when she explained to them, the wife and the husband looked at one another.“You know,” they said, “on second thoughts, we’ll go somewhere else. But thanks.”Cherise turned and looked at me.“It’s hopeless,” she said.We sat fifteen out of two hundred seats for dinner that day. And more than a few people told us they were going to complain.“To who?” said Andy, as he stood forlornly in the beautiful wine cellar while I told him the bad n
“You’re real fired-up about this, aren’t you?” said Alex.“Damn right I am!” I said, as I slapped my glass down on the bar. “IfThe Blue Orchidcloses then where am I gonna go? What am I gonna do?”“How are you gonna keep yourself in shoes and afford trips to the zoo, you mean?” said Ale.“Ha ha.”“You can work somewhere else,” said Alex. “But if an owner screws up…his career is over. No one wants to come eat at a crook’s restaurant, do they? Face it, Lola. I’m done.”“It ain’t over ‘til the fat lady sings!” I said. “What are they charging you with, anyway?”“It’s a long story,” said Alex.“So enlighten me, bigshot,” I said. “You think I’m not some kind of legal expert? Lola Ryder, Attorney-at-Law! Special Victims Unit.”“You’re pretty funny,” said Alex.“You could use some cheering up,” I said.Alex paused, and looked out of the window. We were up so high that mostly the view from here was just darkness. “Someone,” he said, with a heavy sense of irony, “forged my birth certificate. My
I held the door for her to get into the car. My dad picked up Makayla so she could give Deira one last hug while I walked around to get into the driver's side. We waved at everyone, and I drove away. As we wove through the grounds of the estate, I kept looking over, stealing glances at Deira as the dappled sunlight flitted over her, turning her hair gold and making her skin glow. I could feel heat pooling in my groin and a desperate need coursing through my veins. I thought again at how long it would be until we got to the hotel that night, and decided it was simply too long.Instead of turning toward the main road, I looped us around toward the back of the estate. I remembered a particularly secluded spot that was perfect for what I had in mind. A few minutes later, I pulled the car to a stop."Is something wrong?" Deira asked, looking over at me curiously."Nothing's wrong," I replied with a wicked grin. "I just don't want to wait until we get to Hawaii." When she realized what I me
CASSIUSThree Months LaterDeira made a beautiful bride.Watching her walk down the aisle toward me, with all our family and friends present, I knew that I had made the right choice in asking her to marry me. In fact, I knew that every choice I had made since that moment I decided to step into that steam room, despite it unexpectedly being occupied, had been the right choice.It was a simple ceremony, because once I'd proposed and she'd accepted, we both wanted things to move quickly. Neither of us saw a reason to wait. So, our whole wedding party was just three people. Scott was my one groomsman, and Dani was her one bridesmaid, and Makayla was the flower girl. In fact, Makayla was something of a flower empress, having demanded to be put in charge of all the floral decisions for the wedding. When that happened, Deira just laughed and looked at me."She gets this from you, you know," she had said, smirking.For my part, I thought she had made great decisions. The flowers looked beauti
A few days later,I was standing outside a hospital room, fidgeting with my dress. Cassius took my hand, pulling it away from the floral garment."You look great," he whispered. "Don't worry." We were about to go into his mother's hospital room, where his parents were waiting to meet Makayla and I for the first time. Makayla was bopping excitedly beside me. She had been on cloud nine ever since Cassius and I had explained that she had grandparents, and they were waiting to meet her. I, on the other hand, was very nervous."Ready?" Cassius asked. I took a deep breath, and nodded.It turned out that I didn't have anything to be nervous about. Cassius's father immediately stood up and gave me a warm hug, and his mother insisted I come sit by her so she could hold my hand and talk to me. They both were very kind to me and, more importantly, to Makayla. Just as she'd been with Cassius, Makayla seemed instantly at ease with them. It didn't take long before she was chatting away to them, talk
DEIRALeave it to Cassius to make a dramatic entrance, I reflected as I stared at him from afar. Whether it was barging into my steam room or crashing into my car or running through the airport yelling my name, he never did anything subtly. I looked at him, standing there breathing heavily. Had he run through the airport looking for me?I glanced back at Dani, and she raised an eyebrow. She didn't have to say anything more for me to understand the question she was asking. That raised eyebrow said, well, what are you going to do? It might as well have said, well, Deira, what do you want? I hadn't expected to have to answer that question at the airport, right before we went through security, but apparently, that's what was happening. Now I had two choices.I could turn my back on Cassius, take Makayla's hand, and walk through the security gate toward a totally new life, or I could go over to Cassius and ask him why he was here. I could give him one last chance to be part of my life. It
CASSIUSThough my mother was doing well, I still spent the next week or so in the hospital. Now that I'd reconciled with my parents, I wanted them to know that I was there for them. But also, I knew that once I returned to my real life, I would need to talk to Deira, and I wasn't ready. Not because I wasn't sure what to say—in fact, the opposite. I knew that I wanted Makayla and Deira to be part of my life now, and forever. But we'd had such a rocky path, I was a little scared of how Deira would respond to me.So, I put it off for days, until my mom finally prodded me to leave the hospital."You've been here forever," she said. "Go home, get a shower, and get a good night's sleep. And then, once you're refreshed, maybe talk to your girlfriend about us meeting our granddaughter." She winked at me."She's not my girlfriend, Mom," I protested, feeling like a teenager."But you like her, right?" my mother asked, and all I could do was grin in response. "See," she continued. "You have to g
The next morning, Dani took Makayla to school on her way to work, letting me sleep in. I laid around her apartment all morning in my pajamas, then went for a quick run before getting myself some lunch. I was very consciously not thinking about work, or Cassius, or anything else. I had half-expected him to call me at some point, but he didn't, and I couldn't help but be relieved. I didn't think I could talk to him until I decided what to do about Mr. White.In the afternoon, I picked up Makayla from school and took her to the park to play. That night, the three of us made pasta and played board games. It was nice to have some time to just have fun, without thinking about all of the stress of the past few months. The next day, after dropping off Makayla at school, I found myself thinking about my blog. I hadn't thought about it in months. I went to the home page and started looking over some of my past entries. Before long, I found myself writing down ideas for new posts. It had been ye
DEIRA I had hurried inside after getting out of Cassius's car, but I didn't want to go back to Dani's apartment when I was so upset. I waited until I saw Cassius drive away, and then I went back out to take a walk around the neighborhood. I had meant to calm down, but I found myself reliving our conversation and soon I was crying. Cassius not believing me about Mr. White hurt even more than I had let on. I'd let out all my anger on him, but beneath the anger was a deep pain and a sense of betrayal. Why did he think I would make something like that up? What did I have to gain from that? And did our relationship mean so little to him that the word of an employee he barely knew was better than my word? That last part stung more than I wanted to admit. For all the ups and downs of our relationship, it had never felt meaningless to me, but it seemed for Cassius this always came second to his job. He believed Mr. White over me, just like he had taken a business call instead of watching
After I got my dad calmed down, I went to find the doctor. I wanted a clear understanding of the accident and my mother's injuries. The doctor confirmed that the coma appeared to be because her body had been through a trauma, and that there was nothing worrying on the scans. All her other injuries were minor, especially considering the severity of the accident, but we wouldn't know her true status until she woke up. I made sure he understood that I was the point person now, and that my mom was to want for nothing. He nodded and reiterated that there was nothing to be done but wait. The waiting was excruciating.I found myself wanting to call Deira, but remembering the look on her face as she'd slammed the car door, I didn't think that was a good idea. I called Scott instead. He offered to come to the hospital, but I asked him to take care of the business instead. That way, I could concentrate on taking care of my parents."Of course, man. Whatever you need. Anything else I can do?" he
The address wasn't far, and I made it there in twenty minutes. Deira was just taking Makayla inside when I pulled up. I waited in the car and a few minutes later she emerged. I was going to get out and meet her, but she walked right to the car and got into the passenger seat."I can't talk long," she said. "But I realized storming off like that earlier wasn't helpful, so I wanted to try to explain." She fidgeted, like she was nervous."I did talk to Mr. White," I said, wondering if what he said was true, and now she was nervous because she regretted her actions. At his name, she glanced over at me sharply."Did he admit what happened?" she asked, seeming surprised."He told me his side of things. Why don't you tell me yours?" At the phrasehis side of things, her face fell. She looked down at her hands and took a deep breath. Finally, she spoke."He accused me of sleeping with you to get my job," she said quietly."What?!" I hadn't been expecting that at all, and I was so shocked I fel