The Sad Reality
Chapter One
The session once more is another ass chewing from none other than slime-bag, Mr. Raines, taking over the Chairman's position, following their return trip from Scotland seven months ago.
According to him, Parker isn't doing her job, her loyalty as he so firmly states is, "unacceptable!" He sucks in more oxygen before he continues from behind her father's desk with bulging insect eyes upon her. "If need be take a few weeks off, Ms. Parker, to get your priorities straight then, return to start up the pursuit with, Lyle. He's in charge now!"
The nitpick weasel.
The elusive pretender had vanished without a trace, not one clue, breadcrumb, nor late night phone call had he made to her or Sydney for that matter and Parker was undeniably sure of the reason why.
Parker bolts though the doors. "Shove it, Lyle!" Holding her head high, a graceful stride, heels clicking, shoulders back, and arms crossed, she is bound for the semi-comforts of her office.
"God, you're beautiful when you're angry." He took control of her right wrist to stop her with beady eyes. "Look I'll be the first one to admit that we can't seem to get this sibling act of ours together however is there no reason why we can't be mature about this arrangement and work together to bring Jarod in?" His eyes wash over her body. "Or is possibly the reason is that when we find the mischievous playboy you want him all to yourself to tease for a little while before we haul him in." He grins throwing that juicy tidbit into her face.
She jerks away, straightens her linen coat sleeve, and narrows her eyes at him. "Care to give me some information on how to tease and torture as you did with all those Asian women before you murdered them." She threw back into his face.
She walks away with him hot on her heels. "So you do admit to having sexual fantasies about Jarod?" He shows his pearly whites to her holding the glass door of her office open for her to enter first.
Lyle rests his right hip on her desk and supports his weight on his left foot with a keen grin on his face waiting for the juicy info.
Parker briefly glances up at, Lyle, from behind her desk, as she sat down, crossing her legs, she shuffles through her phone messages, the same routine as every other grueling day only to throw them into the wicker wastebasket beneath her desk.
"The only fantasy I have about, Jarod is seeing him chained up in his cell where he belongs and I get to leave this hellish place." Parker lifts herself up from her chair, fists on her hips, irate.
"Oh, face it, sis, you can't have him to do with as you pleasure because they and he won't allow that to ever happen. And the only way you'll ever be able to leave this place free is in a body bag." He waves his hands in the air.
Parker stands toe to toe with, Lyle, her hands out to her sides "Wanna bet?" One eyebrow arched.
He always was one to jump on the band wagon, Parker, is furious by what he had said to her and this contest wasn't one that she intended on losing come hell or high-water.
"I'm game." He wiggles his eyebrows at her. "That is if you care to make the bet sweeter for me." Lyle gives her, his poker face with ardor thoughts.
"Alright, what you say that when I win you have to give me a cashier's check for one-hundred-thousand dollars so that I can disappear alive, brother Lyle, ALIVE, the instant I return with, Monkey- Boy, and if I lose, which I won't, I'll give you mother's home, all my stock, bonds, and shares linked with the Centre. Deal?" She put her offer on the table for him to jump on.
"The check I agree with providing that you have proof in hand of your delicious sex video with, Rat-Boy, which I get to watch at a discreet location two weeks from this time tomorrow, as for the other part of your offer not interested, fortunately for me, there is something else that is more, how should I put this…appeasing to my eyes." He challenges her to bite, knowing that she dreams of freedom.
The stipulation wasn't one she was anticipating on however she ponders over the idea with her right arm over her waist, left elbow rests on her forearm, while her left index finger rests over her mouth, staring out the window of her office. The mission by any means would be a sticky situation, as in the past she would cross that bridge when the problem arose…that is if she locates Jarod.
She walks over to the small bar for a cool glass of water, instead of the usual, today is definitely a day to remind free of booze, she turns with glass in hand positive of herself.
"I have nothing else of valve other than what I just offered you, except my Boxer." She sank into her chair hoping that he didn't want her baby.
"Oh, sure you do, sis. You just don't realize it yet."
His remains cool, calm, and collect leaning his backside on her desk, crosses his ankles, grinning down on her, with her chair brushing against his left leg.
"And what the hell would that be?" She sighs pushing a few strands of hair away from her face.
Her left foot eases her chair away, keeps her eyes on him, shifts her weight to her right hip, and takes a sip of water, waiting for the other shoe to drop, still in the comforts of her chair at this point.
He leans over and whispers into her ear. "Yourself until I fatigue myself of your body." He straightens up when she bolts from her chair with a twinkle in his eyes.
"In your dreams!" She replied over her left shoulder standing at the window.
"Every night." He picks up the wedding photo of his parents with a smug look of his face.
"Over my dead body!" She retorts seizing the photo from his hand and back it goes in its rightful place on her desk.
"That could be arranged, but, then again who would I have to torment on those lonely nights that we have come to share together here when no one else will have us." He spoke into her right ear.
Parker moves away from him. His face cold, callous, and cunning with his eyes washing over her body and she finds herself cringing.
"Oh, I'm sure that we could find someone down in SL-26 that is to your liking. You know the insane kind." She reclaims her chair tapping her fingers on the armrests returning the same look that he chosen to give her.
"Now, sis, no need to be obnoxious about those misfortune people who can't help what life, Raines, has compelled upon them." Once again he rests his hip on her desk and overlaps his wrists on top on his leg.
Two of a kind? Hardly. Cut from the same cloth? No doubt. Two peas in a pot? Maybe? Jumping from the frying pan into the fire? You bettcha'
He pins her within her chair his nose touches her right cheek.
She jerks her head back.
"So what's it going to be, hum sis?" His eyes ebb and flow over her upper body. She wants to vomit. "Do you have the balls to seal the deal as I do?"
Parker pushes him away and leaps from her chair as he let out a smirk.
She wants to shove her weapon into his chest… the pompous bastard!
He wants to take her right where she stands…the ice-queen bitch!
Parker's thoughts of finally being free after, Jarod, is snug as a bug in his cell devours her stale mind.
Lyle's thoughts of her and him in bed after she returns empty-handed are shameful in his merciless mind.
She places her hands on her hips standing at the window and allows her head to flow backwards. 'The snake is always rearing his ugly head up too see what he can coil his scaly body around to choke to death. Not this time!' Thinking about the deal brought forth by her heartless brother.
Parker studies over this deal. She knows in her heart that this is wrong between siblings; nevertheless, to have the freedom to decide what her days would consist of not being a huntress to serve the Centre, but, to do as she chooses to do without them breathing down her neck. To be free to explore the world, to visit with close friends that, is what friends she has without them slapping her hands like a child who has done wrong.
Lyle rests comfortable on the posh couch flipping some lint from the lapels of his suit. He glances over at Parker, 'gottcha right where I want you. I can't wait to film our juicy, hot movie.' With envisions dancing through his head about their imminent nights together.
He doesn't care about the biological fact before him. He doesn't care. The simple fact is that Lyle only cares about himself. Nothing more, and if it were to slip out about them, then oh well, he dreams of finally having her like he has wanted since the first day he laid eyes on her. He closes his eyes for a moment thinking of her silky skin beneath his fingertips and the moans of pleasure that will escape from her cherry red lips and those legs that goes on forever.
Parker glances over at her brother, so cunning, the shrewd bastard, always doing whatever it took to appease himself. The idea of him touching her in any way, shape, form, or fashion makes her skin crawl. Oh, god how she wants a cigarette right now and the thought of them doing the act in his or her bed no doubt makes her green about the gills.
He came to stand behind her.
She turned to him and stepped one step back.
The hands slowly venture forward. "Deal" She shallows hard. Hell she had too; she was a Parker for Christ sakes.
He tightens his grip. "Deal" His belief of winning beams on his face and pulls her to him to whisper into her ear. "I look forward to our hours of darkness together." With that he walks backwards with a gleam in his eyes out her office doors.
Either way he could not lose. He has to admit that, Parker's, heart was not in it anymore and he would let her go if she were to win, absolutely not! If Parker did lose she would lose her freedom that having to remain here, and be at his beckon call until the day of her death or when, the Centre folds, whichever came first and he be damn all over again if that were to happen.
With both Broots and Sydney away on vacation with their families, Parker, glances at her watch…noon. She packs her laptop in leather case, silver briefcase from the couch, purse, and cell-phone, grabs her keys, flips the light switch off, and locks her office, leaving the headaches behind for the next two weeks.
Through the halls, press the elevator button… ding… a short time later…ding… she walks the short distance through the underground parking lot to where her boxer waits, dark sunglasses over her eyes, the engine roars, with her leaving rubber on the concrete, heading for her home…thinking of the conversation between Sydney and she not so long ago. A very important piece of information pertaining to the wayward pretender enters her mind.
A grin forms on her face. "There is a God."
TBC