Long awaited Nigel appearance. You get to see what he's up to. Enjoy and please review!
The Lost Soul
Nigel sipped his scotch and water while relaxing comfortably on the lounge chair. His feet were up and he sniffed the fresh aroma of his Cuban cigar before using his elegant lighter to spark the fire on it. Not a single worry in the world.
Ahh. Life was good and despite Haley being 'missing' he could die a happy man. He had his drink, he had his cigar, and Tim was currently preparing a nice steak dinner with lobster. The perfect meal to compliment his perfect day.
He knew he should feel bad considering his fiancé was a missing woman, but the freedom away from her was almost too good to pass up. He loved Haley, but she could be a handful at times. This was the first time in two years that he felt freedom from the restraints of their relationship. It always made him feel so unbelievably staggered and stuck being with Haley.
Since he met Haley she pretty much controlled his life. He'd done everything imaginable just to make her happy. She told him to jump, and he'd ask how high. The simple menial things of daily life, had often become a series of tasks that he had to perform just to make her life easier. He wasn't Tim the butler for crying out loud, but she often treated him as so.
His life wasn't anything outside of her world anymore. His father was beginning to feel uneasy about their union. At first he was thrilled, but after the last few months, Gregory Basq wasn't happy about the young socialite pulling his son away from his duties. Nigel would be one of the richest men in the world someday. He would be running the biggest oil company this side of the south in a few years. He needed to have his son's head in the game, and he told Nigel on many occasions that he had priorities outside of his wedding to Haley.
Nigel wasn't happy of course. He argued a few times with his father lately. One argument had gotten so bad that Nigel's grandfather Sam had to break them up. It wasn't a happy day to say the least. When he returned to the boat, Haley had done nothing to understand what was going on. She bitched about something else going on between her and her mother and then commanded Nigel take her to dinner off the boat. She didn't even care about the issues building up between Nigel and his father. It was once again all about her needs, and her problems with Lydia.
If being honest with himself, he knew his father was right. Haley could be particularly needy at times, not to mention, selfish. The world revolved around her and her needs at all times. If you couldn't get with that, she had no use for you as a person, Nigel included.
He sighed pushing those thoughts away from his mind. He wasn't going to stress himself out worrying about something that may never happen anyhow. Haley was missing in the sea and it had been nearly eight months since the coast guard called off the search for her.
Oh well. Life moved on.
"Nigel!," Lydia screamed stomping toward the lounge room. She was beyond frustrated.
He rolled his eyes, pushing us lips together as if he had something sour in his mouth. Of course, Lydia James. He used to think she was a little odd, and a little too encouraging of Haley's behavior, but now he was personally witnessing a whole other side to her atrocious behavior. There were rumors, like there often are, but Nigel never got a firsthand taste of the true bitch Lydia James could really be...until now.
"What do you want, Lydia?," he grumbled unhappily.
"What do I want! What do I want!," she yelled. "I want you to get off of your lazy ass and find my daughter. She's out there somewhere waiting for us to find her. You find her, Nigel... or you'll regret the day you met me," she promised nastily.
"What do you want me to do, Lydia? The coast guard couldn't even find her. How the hell am I going to know where she is- or if she's even alive?," he coldly said.
Lydia gasped appalled by such a thought and she couldn't believe this guy who supposedly loved her daughter could be such a cold hearted tool.
"Don't you say that to me. My daughter isn't dead. I would know, I would feel it. She's alive and she's safe. I know it."
"Whatever," he brushed off taking another sip of his drink. "If they find her, they find her."
"You bet they will," she hollered. "We have all the money in the world. You hire a team to look for her, Nigel. You send them out there to look. And you make sure that none of them come back until they have some answers. Do you understand me!"
He didn't answer and she felt herself hit the roof in anger. She picked up the pool cleaning stick and slammed his drink from the table and onto the floor. The glass shattered spilling the drink everywhere.
"What the hell did you do that for?," he bitched. "Tim! Tim! Tim!"
He called the butler so that he could clean up the mess. No way was he getting down on his hands and knees to scrub the spilled drink up. That was a servants job.
"You don't call Tim," Lydia said. "He's my butler and you do not get to use him at your discretion. He will not do any of chores until you find my daughter. Do you understand!," Lydia ranted.
"Fine!," he blew up. "I'll find her. I'll hire five teams if need be, but when no one can find her, leave me alone. I don't want to hear another word about finding her."
Lydia glared at him before stomping away furiously. The nerve of this guy. Enjoying the spoils of their money, and their boat, all the while acting as if her daughter didn't exist.
When Lydia was gone, Nigel got up and walked over to his briefcase sitting on the table. He opened the leather case and lifted a stack of papers into his hand. He read over the file once again, sighing.
In bold print there was an announcement saying- 'Haley James Found!'
The paperwork had come to him in a fluke. He was thrilled initially to have found her, but after some thought, he hid the papers away from anyone who loved Haley. He knew that her mother and father were beside their self with worry, but Nigel didn't care and chose to keep them in the dark. No one knew he'd found Haley a week after her disappearance. He wasn't exactly ready to be at her beck and call once again. He knew the minute she was back at home, she would use him once again as her own personal slave.
But after several months and a very angry Lydia nipping at his heels, he knew he needed to find her and bring her back. His mini vacation was officially over, and the time had come for her to return home to the people she loved.
He placed the papers back into his briefcase and slammed it shut. It could wait until tomorrow. He had plans for the night.
He went into his private estate on the yacht and begun to undress. He as having a small get together tonight on the boat and he needed to shower and put some fresh clothes on.
He freshened up pretty fast making sure to dab his neck and collar with some cologne. He looked into the mirror making sure his appearance was top notch before going to greet the few people he was expecting over.
He smiled cockily at himself before placing his Cartier diamond watch on his wrist and flipping up his collar. He had to look suave and cool. A few women were expected and one in particular named Bianca.
Bianca had been his childhood crush for as long as he could remember. He wanted to spend one last night a single man. He was going party with Bianca and enjoy the life of a rich playboy. Maybe if he was lucky, Bianca could give him a little 'wedding' present.
He could never see Bianca when Haley was around. Haley had this insane jealously of her and she implored Nigel to keep his distance from the girl. She didn't want some woman hanging on her man, she would say. But now with her gone, Nigel had free reign to do whatever he wanted with Bianca and Haley could not do a damn thing about it.
"Ladies," he greeted walking into the party room on the boat. "Mates " he offered to his group of guy friends.
"Nigel, you bloody bastard," a fellow named Brad patted his back. "It's so great to see you. How the hell have you been?"
"Very good B-Rad," Nigel said calling him by his college nickname.
His eyes wandered back over to the corner where he saw Bianca standing sipping a margarita. She shyly blushed giving him a little wave. Oh yeah, it was on, he smiled.
"This is amazing, playa," another friend named Silas said. "Truly, truly remarkable," he said taking in the beautiful yacht and gorgeous women. "I'm glad you invited us out here. We never see you anymore since you've been living on the boat with Haley. We miss you, mate."
"I know. I miss all of you guys too. This party is exactly what we need. A party to end all parties," Nigel smiled suavely.
He held his glass up and all of his friends did the same giving a toast to the night.
Nigel excused himself walking across the room to search out Bianca. She was sitting alone on the deck still nursing her drink.
"Hello stranger," he greeted.
She smiled lifting her glass to him. "You look handsome. It's been a while, Nigel."
"Too long. I never thought I'd see you again," he admitted.
"Well, I'm here," she flirted. "What are you gonna do about it?," she asked giving her best sexy look. She wanted him and no way was she going to let this moment pass them by. So what if he was engaged, his fiance' was missing at the moment. So in her opinion he was a single man right now- single and available, to do all the things to him that she wanted to do for many years.
"I've wanted this for so long, Bianca," he told her seriously. " I've always wanted you. Things just...," he shook his head sadly.
"Never seemed like the right time?," she filled in for him. They always seemed to miss their chances with one another over the years. When she was single, he wasn't, or when he was single, she wasn't. Their timing sucked. When they happen to both be available on the rare occasion at the same time- they weren't even in the same damn country due to school or work.
"Yeah," he nodded.
"Well, now I'm here, Nigel...and there is nothing stopping us from being together," she whispered sexily walking toward him slowly. "So, take me, Nigel. Take me all night long," she practically begged of him.
He watched as her dress swayed in the wind, blowing it sideways exposing the creamy skin of her thigh. Her hair messily blew in her face and her stiletto shoes clanked loudly against the boat with each guided foot step. His heavily lidded eyes filled with desire and the moment almost felt like a dream. It was a powerful feeling knowing that your life time desire was about to come true. She was sexy as hell and he couldn't control it any longer. He wanted her.
Nigel grabbed her into his arms roughly and laid a passionate kiss upon her lips. He was going to make this night count, if it was the last thing he did. Engagement, be damned.
