Forbidden

Part II: John Edward Carter II

July 14, 2012
One Week Before the Wedding of Melinda and Steven...

My intercom buzzed. I pressed the button without looking up from the contract I was going over for my brother's newest acquisition: a satellite radio station. Podcasting, he assured me, was going to be big and he wanted to own space to be a provider, as well as targeting music lovers with his own station.

I couldn't care less. Being his, or anyone's shark in negotiations always spurred me, and getting the station for him was hellfire, but I prevailed, and saved my little brother a couple million dollars... until I forwarded my bill to the little shit. I've never loved anyone as much as I d him, and have since my parents brought him home when I was six.

"Yes, Ms. Towers?"

"Mr. Carter, it's half past seven. You're late."

"Damn it!" Scowling, I pressed the intercom button again. "Five minutes, Ms. Towers."

"Uh, sir... You've been saying that for an hour. Your mother has called twice wondering where you are because you promised you'd arrive early. You need to get dressed and leave, now. Fashionably late was fifteen minutes ago, and is usually reserved for women."

I absolutely did tell my bothersome mother I would be there for cocktails with the family before her 150,000 guests started arriving.

"Fine. Have the limo brought around, please. If I have to go to this thing, I want to get extremely drunk but I don't want to be arrested for anything, especially a DWI. Good night, Ms. Towers."

Silence. She still didn't trust me, and she shouldn't. I pressed the button again.

"Ms. Towers— "

"All due respect, sir, I'll take my leave when you're dressed and the limo is driving off with you inside it."

I smirked again. "Great, Mom. I'll be out in 20 minutes."

I heard a light chuckle as I made my way to my office's bathroom for a quick shower. As I dried, I thought of how stupid was my little brother. Marriage... I'd be dead before I try that out.

My mother was over the moon, of course. Name and influence mean a lot to Grace Elizabeth and her husband, gubernatorial hopeful John Edward Carter I, current state senator and lifelong playboy.

He sort of has the right idea. Play around, yes. Putting a ring on it? Never.

My brother is the ultimate when it comes to playing around. You never see him with a woman but he is always walking around with that 'yeah, buddy, I just got fucked right' look on his face. I hate playing poker with him. He's good at the game, but not as much as me. What bothers me is that his conversation is always about some woman he calls Jay and the amazing blowjobs she gives. If he wasn't my brother, I'd have her ass tracked down and test that out for myself. I will never be inside any woman my brother has been in, condom or not, and regardless of hole.

I knotted my tie then checked my appearance in the mirror. Satisfied, I splashed on the cologne Ms. Towers recommended. I washed my hands, wondering what the big deal was with that scent and my female companions, who all say it does... something... to them. Apparently, it mixed well with my chemistry.

Whatever. Just gimme the pussy and say goodbye when I'm satisfied.

I grabbed my wallet and keys and left the office. Ms. Towers followed me to the waiting area, passing me my personal cell while giving me a rundown of Monday's itinerary as we stepped onto my private elevator. I pressed the button for the ground floor, shoved my hands inside my pockets, stared at the numbers and listened.