Monday, August 15, 2016

The Monroe Project Chapter 1

Chapter 1

You get the feeling that your boss was undressing me with his eyes?” I asked as I exited the club, knowing Arrow was not far behind me, I grabbed a cigarette from his package of smokes and lit up one, I had lied about my last job but I was faithful to one man and only one man, his boss was hungry for a female to mount, I knew that Erikson carried some weight in Vancouver anything to get him off my ass would have done just nicely.
I took a heavy breath inward catching the toxic smoke of the cigarette, and holding it in my body before expelling it, I looked to the six foot two man who green eyes held my eyes in their light, He too was blowing smoke out. An unattractive thing about a man was smoking but on Matt it was calming. He was my gentle giant, whom loved every little thing about me.
Arrow stood there and shrugged, “Maybe but I didn’t think so that how he is around all the other women, I didn’t see it, if I did I don’t care how far I am here I would have laid his ass on the bar floor, and the boys in the back know that.”  I nodded and I waited for his warm arms to take me in but tonight they didn’t, oh well next time. I looked up the street to make sure no cars where coming on Pender street and Arrow and I crossed. We cut up to Burrard Street not holding hands on the hot, muggy, Vancouver night I took longer to puff on my cigarette watching Arrow stomp his out, we were quiet as we walked to the train station. The last one was due in few minutes if not we would have to cab it home or call a friend to come and get us, and likely if that happened, it would be not to kind ex-boyfriend Paul. There we were walking to the station and there was Vicki, the woman whom was always waiting for us before she shut the gate…I hauled as I saw the gate was already closed, I looked at my watch and then at my phone for the time, we were on time! “What the fuck Vicki! We are here!” Only to see the woman turn, only it wasn’t Vicki, “Vicki is on Vacation, sorry, maybe you should get here 5 minutes earlier, and not smoke.” She turned and I watched her disappear down the stairs to the trains, I flicked the last of my smoke towards the street, the only train to get us home from downtown and not make us wait until three am for a bus was locked behind a gate. I turned back to Arrow for an answer, he was already looking into his phone for a friend to call at this point, I looked up the street, and there was an Audi 500 Spyder coming up the road. The sinking feeling turned into a brick when I saw the license plate say Donley. The purr of the engine came to a low purr as it pulled to the curb. The window rolled down and there sat Matthew, I watched as his lips begin to move, I jumped at the chance to decline his offer. “I think we are ok Mr. Donley, but thank you for your hospitably.” There done, only Arrow had to say “nice car boss, I would kill for a car like this!” I shrugged as I knew it was a hot car but it was out of both our price ranges knowing with my credit and student loans alone I would never be able to afford a car let alone a house. His glowing white smile came a thank you to my finace’s kind words.
“Here, why not borrow it for the night, drive her to my house drop me off and you and your woman can borrow it for the night.” He was making a move to get out to let us in, I had to stop this.
“No that is nice but I am sure that Jeff the head chef can come and get us.” A white lie Jeff was in Toronto this week.
“please I insist,” He looked to Arrow, “do you drive?” about to throw him the keys, Arrow’s eyes lit up like Christmas lights, I knew that look.
“No sir,” he turned and pointed at me, “Alice drives.”
“And I have been drinking it isn’t wise I be driving such a nice car.”  I was almost pleading he not give us a ride.
“I trust the both of you, it’s a few blocks away, come on, Arrow take the front, and Alice can take the back.” Arrow was into pulling the black leather chair forward hearing it click into place knowing that once I got it there was no way I was going back to just my mom’s station wagon and  my dad’s PT curiser.
“Fine, I will drive it.” Knowing it was a battle I would never win I might as well make the most of it. I climbed in the tight back seat, sitting on the side, and Arrow’s long back pinning me to the back of the car, I looked as Matthew climbed back into the tin can of a car, it was a nice car.
“I have two of them, one for my girlfriend” he looked at me as he spoke, “if I ever got one, maybe I can show you, it’s just sitting in the garage right now, do you want to see it?” In union Arrow and I spoke, “no.” “Yes please sir!”     
“It’s late Arrow and we have the cat at home, let’s just take the car and go home.” He turned in his seat as we pulled away from the curb, “Awe Alice, you have tomorrow off, you can come in for a look, come on five minutes.” Thinking about it, I did have the rest of my life off because of the cow Christian Erikson found a text on her husband’s phone from me saying I was going to be late, when she confronted me I told her honestly that I thought it was her phone, and she thought I was having an affair with her husband and fired me right then and there. “Yeah you’re right.” I hung my head feeling shameful. He looked behind for a second.
“You unemployed aren’t you?” I swallowed and nodded,
“She found a text to her on her husband’s phone.” I hung my head, “I didn’t even get a chance to explain before she was walking me out of her house.” I pushed my hair back.  He pulled his focus back to the road as the rain became to flow in, like my tears, he pulled into a underground parking lot, I heard garage doors open and close then the car took a sharp turn to the left and the engine revved up and put into reserve. He looked into the back as I was curled up in a small ball, he saw me, the way most people didn’t, he saw me, and the car became dark. “Come on guys, I gotta show you what your finace will be driving from now on.” He pulled his seat forward and helped my black steckers flipflops out of his car, his hand traveled up to my knee fold before letting go and taking my poorly manicured hand, ashamed I looked down, he pulled my chin up forcing my eyes up to his they were green like Arrow’s but they were brighter. He ushered me around me the car and I looked at the white beauty that sat in the garage. “Let’s go upstairs and I can get you the keys for the building and the car”
I turned to him pulling my coat closed, “what makes you think I want a job with you?”
His hand found the small of my back and as it did, my breathing hitched he had me Arrow never got to me like this, and it was strange, Arrow is my one I fought long and hard to make us work and I made sure all my family had met him got to know him, being of Irish decent made it hard for him to show me his family since he ran away from home with me when he was only 19 years old, as was I. We were together for eight years and we fought, we loved, we made us work, and we were getting married. Now there in his boss’s garage I found myself getting hot and bother by the way his boss touched me. Arrow was all smiles that I was getting keys to a beautiful car, once he found out his boss’s advances he would knock him out.

“Now, now, Alice I know you will take it because I know I am not paying your man enough for you to survive on one income, so why not you come upstairs with me.” He scanned his fob on the door, and there was Arrow ahead of us, He pushed the button like an excited kid in a candy store, if arrow was the girl his panties would have been left in the car, me I was the smart one, making him work for my attention. The elevator went ding and the doors opened there Arrow walked in first, and there was Matthew who guided me in with his hands.
“This is amazing!” Exclaimed Arrow, “who lives here with you? Do you have flatmates?” I smiled knowing his Irish accent was something I treasured and it still made me giggle, that was why I fell in love with him the sound of his voice cooing in my ear. He was always my one, always will be.
Matthew let out a heartly belly laugh as Arrow spoke, “no mate, No flat mates with me,” I looked at his mouth, it sounded Canadian and it was heavenly. I had to break this spell but right now I needed money, Matthew was right, we were crashing on a futon in a friend’s house we moved everything into storage and there was no way we could afford to live in this city. When I got let go it was the same day Arrow got his job, and it was only a matter of time before we moved in with a cousin of mine in Alberta.
The elevator went ding again saying we were on the Penthouse floor, I watched Arrow almost race ahead of the both of us out of the elevator, and I broke free of his hands and followed Arrow. Matthew barley spoke as he let us into his house, “here we are, Alice you will have a spare key to my office, to my home, the car, and the vacation house in Whistler, you job entails you have to make me breakfast, make my coffee, make my meetings happen or disappear if I want them to, you organize the meetings, you hire cleaners to clean all my houses, or if you can’t get anybody you clean it. Got it?” I nodded looking around apartment how beautiful it was, there was Arrow on the deck looking out to the city, the whole apartment had a half wrap deck. “Who owns the other side?”
He laughed, “Nicolas Fairchild and his pregnant wife Angela. They are nice, now if I want to have a party you invite any and everybody in Vancouver I don’t like lots of people in my house but I do it to keep up appraises, also this is yours” walking to the kitchen bar and presenting me with an Apple core processer laptop, “it’s yours on loan forever, I want you to take my notes and my meetings on it, you will be by my side 24 hours a day five days a week, two days off for personal time and a weekend so to speak. I want you in tomorrow morning at 8 am and after I want you here at 6 am and I want you to tell me about my schedule, I will do a dry run tomorrow with you, and my other assistance left because she fell in love with me and I can’t have that.” He pointed to the deck but his eyes never left mine, “Since I know you are marrying my head chef, I don’t have to worry about you doing that with me.” Also if I have strange woman here I want you to act as if they are married to me and if you can scare them off.”
He turned to walk to Arrow to join him in his now sparked up smoke, I called after him “Why not just act like I am your wife and you don’t have to worry about them being scared, they will just run for ruining your marriage.” He slowly stopped and turned to me, with a sly smile that came across his lips he replied.

“I think this will be a beautiful partnership, Mrs. Monroe.” 

The Monroe Project Prologe

Prologue
Why not her?” My brother Michael was helping score girls at the club, then there was the girl in the red dress the one whom looked at me and sent blood racing to my cock as well as my heart, I wasn’t even paying attention to what my brother was saying I was looking at Her. I put down my drink and walked away from my brother. I owned this club and may others in Vancouver, maybe I knew her I had seen her before but really I didn’t care, I wanted her and all of her curves and all of her blonde hair on my pillow and my chest, I wanted her all over me, under me, on top of me, and all over my Vancouver loft apartment. My cock throbbing with a pressure I known before from girls but this one was making me want to take her to the back office and get the deed done quickly.
Then my head chef stepped in front of my line of vision the one whom we just hired, I watched for a moment as the big man overtook the curvy woman in front of him, I looked around to see she was waiting for him, but also I looked at her left hand that had been placed on his left shoulder blade. It had a gold band with a spray of diamonds on it, I knew the fucker had be engaged when I hired him but I would fire him if this man was cockblocking me now to his fiancĂ©, I had to have her and only her, my cock begged for her. I wanted to rip his arms off I wanted her in my arms I wanted to fuck her like she was mine. I manned up and looked at the hand and tapped him hard on his right shoulder, he stood a whole foot taller than me and the man looked like he was mean as they come but really when he spoke of his finace, a softness cooed from his body, like she made me want to be a better man. I straightened up flashed my smile and looked at the man as he turned to me. “Hello Mr. Donley! This is Alice,” He looked to her and his body softened again, “my finace, Alice Monroe, This is the owner of butcher and bullock, Matthew Donley,” She held her hand out, there was fake nails on them but they sparkled, like her blue eyes, she held me captive and I didn’t stand a chance.
“Ms. Monroe, what is it that you do? Arrow talks about you but he never tells me what you do.” I smiled looking at her, she smiled, flicked her ever perfect blonde hair over her shoulder and looked at me with the confidence that would make many men want. Her perfect pouty red lips began to move, but all I heard was, “blah blah blah,” I shook my head say something you idiot, say the club is too loud you didn’t hear her, you want to fuck her like the rest of them in your back office, even the ones whom had boyfriends, Donley carried a name in Vancouver and it looked like she was a woman whom a name didn’t sway. Then again so did Erikson, my revel. “Excuse me can you tell me again, it’s loud in here.”
She pulled her body close to my ear and the scent of peaches came into my nose, as she caressed her words, “I work as a personal assistance to Christina Erikson.” My cock became soft at the mention of the name that might as well be the biggest cockblocking move ever, not everybody knew what happened but her family does. I slept with Christina Erikson whose husband was away on a business trip and he got back and almost casted her out, lucky for her, I gave him one of my prized clubs and he laid off, but still she being a Monroe meant I could fuck her too. Or not… How can I play this? This woman was hot as fuck and I wanted nothing more than just take that red dress off and peel her panties off.


There is a time and a place, just tonight was not it.

The Monroe Project.

A new Novel I am working on called the best girl I have known but it is a lie, I think I will change the title to the Monroe Project, it might be changed after this but this is something I have been working on for the last few days to get my head out of the clouds and into something simple and get back into Writing so here is my next work of art. enjoy