The Book of Rook

Chapter 19

ROOK

My Sunrise is one tough nut to crack. I can feel her resolve crumble every time I kiss her. Yeah I fucked up but I am trying. These past few days with her silent treatment is driving me up the wall. When she closed the door on me it hurt my ego and my chest, although I don't even want to think why it hurts my chest.

Imagine my surprise when I walked on the jet to see her sitting there. I tried to play it cool when all I really wanted to do was high five myself. Having her in close proximity will work to my advantage. I never changed the suite so we'll have to share a bed. Yes the sofa in the living room opens to a comfortable bed but I'll cut out my tongue before I mention that.

I just left her in our room. Hopefully I can take her out to dinner and try to make my way back into her good graces. I grab a badge from the front desk and enter the expo. Time to search for Sheldon Banks, the elusive architect I want to hire to design the project I have in mind for Raines Construction. It's not a normal office building but a shelter for battered women. I want to not only have housing but build a community center, daycare and an education center so they can learn a trade. Get some of these women back in the work force since most of the abusive husbands isolate the women so they don't have a job to fall back on when they do leave their husbands. It's a pet project I've been working on ever since Angel told me about a family member of hers being abused. That a piece of shit would place their hands on a woman, supposedly someone they claim to love, makes me sick to my stomach.

I pitched the idea to my dad and he loved it but said I would have to start from scratch. Not a problem. With all my connections, I can have this project started by next year. I already purchased the land so now I just need to draw up the plans. Sheldon Banks comes highly recommended, but he is very selective with his time. I need to find him and work my Raines charm on him. I'm confident I'll have him signed on before the night is out, that's if he's even here.

Yes, I'm a confident son of a bitch. I have to be. My parents raised me to go after what I want, no matter what. Failure was never an option. Maybe that's why I'm chasing my Sunrise. She's what I want and I will have her. She just doesn't know she's already mine.

After talking with all the boring different contractors who would like to work with Raines Construction, I make my way to the bar and order a bourbon. Off to the right of me is a slender man with dark eyes and blonde hair, sipping on a drink. If I'm not mistaken, my luck is about to change. I pull out my phone and search for a picture of Mr. Banks and sure enough, that's him. It's now or never.  I take a sip of liquid courage and walk up to introduce myself. 

We talk for two hours about business, the meaning of life and even sports. The conversation flows so easily. I find myself telling him about my goals and then I lead into my project. He seems interested. It only takes a ten minute pitch about my pet project that has Mr. Banks agreeing to work with me so we exchange business cards. He also gives me his private cell phone number. I leave the expo with a spring in my step. Once I'm in the elevator, I do a couple of fist pumps and high five myself. Fuck you, Hudson. That VP position is mine on a silver platter. I fix my suit and open the door to my suite. I find my Sunrise standing near the window, looking out at the strip.

She's lost in thought so I can just stare at her. She's wearing a beige pantsuit with a brown blouse. Her hair is up in a bun. Her neck exposed, begging to be marked by me. Don't know what it is about her neck that has me always wanting to mark it up.  

I softly close the door so she doesn't know I'm here. I want my eyes to feast on her since she's still pissed at me.

She's so beautiful. Those pants hug her firm, round ass and I try not to drool thinking about biting her ass while I plow into her from behind.