Deflowered

Chapter 4

"A person who never learned to trust confuses intensity with intimacy, obsession with care, and control with security."

The city had its place of routine for him and order with the same view beneath him for the past ten years. With the still lingering scent of Amelia's lunch he couldn't see anything through the glass but her. He leaned farther back in his chair and spun the pen between his fingers faster. Back and forth, the metal briskly stroked his hand as a flurry of thoughts imprisoned his mind. He never had a set plan after he offered the job to Adam. Who, he might add, was doing a damn good job at ruining their marriage for him. But after spending more time with her, talking with her, he realized the difficulty of winning her. And in winning her, he wanted everything of her. He wanted her to come to him, with only a few minor helpful advances on his part.

The hard lines of the buildings seemed much harsher as the gentle caress of Amelia's voice kept replaying in his mind.

I like you.

Over and over, the gentle tone echoed through out his mind. There was this undeniable ease that washed over him when he was with her that freed his chest from the weight of tension it held.  His cell phone began to ring disrupting his thoughts of Amelia, which were welcome considering he had no idea how to disentangle the intensity of them.

"Mr. Kane."

"I need Adam Underwood out of town Wednesday for a week." He was tempted to say forever but he was afraid of what the consequences might entail considering the imagination of his fixer. He's initiated some creative fixes but his repertoire didn't contain murder. Evil he might be sometimes, a killer he was not.

"Done. Any specific location for his mini vacation?"

"I want it work related. Make it Hong Kong. It's more suitable for that length of time. Also, tempt him. Keep her similar to Amelia and let me know the end result."

"Okay." He hung up and considered hitting the pool for laps.

"Mr. Kane, your brother is here." Rebecca, his receptionist, had the unfortunate opportunity of sleeping with his brother and her tone told him just how well that had ended. The truth was trying to find a receptionist that Sam wouldn't hit on was damn near impossible.

"Send him in." He heard the door open and he swiveled his chair around to be met with Sam in jeans and a black v-neck. At 27, he looked five years younger than that. No stress and copious amounts of sex would have that result.

"Hey big bro." Something wasn't right. Sam and he were siblings but you could hardly label them as friends. Sam had a better chance for attention without him so they rarely spent any time together but even he knew when Sam wasn't himself. Call it some fucked up brother intuition that they vaguely shared.

"Sam. It's middle of the afternoon on a work day, don't you have a secretary to bang?"

"Well yours hates me."

"What is it that you do again?"

"Well according to Dad, currently my job is to make sure I don't contract any STD's." He sat on the couch and then lay down like they were shrink and patient. "Priority number one." He mocked their father and he had to laugh at it. If anything they both had the common thread of hating him.

"What's going on? You actually have an attention span today."

"Oh you know, the usual...one of my lays told me she was pregnant with my baby." Little people.... they ruined lives and then parents ruined their lives in return. It was a vicious cycle; one undoubtedly his brother would most likely abhor.