Author: Capri_4_20
Email: capri_4_20@hotmail.com Disclaimer: see chap 1 Author Note: This is Angel's story next chapter they will join! Yeah
Never Meant to Love You
Book II
She eyed from across the room. He was gorgeous. A fine definition of the term man. He was tall with a light complexion. From her spot it looked like he had dark brown eyes, a well-defined chin, and a perfectly sculpted chest. Yes he was going to be eating out of her hand tonight. She gracefully lifted herself from her chair and headed towards the bar in the fine dining in D'Oblique.
Angelus Conner sat at the exclusive bar downing several shoots of Jack Daniels in his attempt to forget his life. He saw the young women out of the corner of his eye. Just as he liked them. She was voluptuous, with brown hair and a beautiful face and nice curvy body. And he knew that she wanted him. They all did. She gracefully sat down next to him and with a Cheshire grin pulled out a cigarette.
She held out the cigarette waiting expectantly. When he didn't respond she got a little frustrated. 'Hey' she said in a salty voice. 'You look 'awful' familiar. Do I know you?'
For the first time he acknowledged her presence. 'Well I know I don't know you and I like that. So lets just keep it that way.' Angelus felt suddenly turned off from the moment she pulled out her cigarette. That was one thing he did not like. It made a woman's mouth stall and uninviting. Totally taken aback the woman stood up in a huff and flounced back to her lonely table. Well he can be an arrogant bastard if he wanted to that was not her style anyway.
Angelus turned his attention back to his drink. He was going to get plastered tonight and then he was going home and sleeping the night and maybe the day away. He had no need for female attention tonight. He smiled at the idea. Oh my what would Doyle say if he saw him now?
Robert Doyle had been his long-time business partner. He had met Doyle at the university he attended in Los Angeles. They had bonded instantly. Angelus Conner had grown up in the shadow of his multi-billionaire father Oliver Simon AKA Anthony Conner. Everyone would always compare Angelus's achievements to his father's and they would never add up. His father made his money in the showbiz. He was a well know agent that had worked with such people as the great Ross Conti to the classic Rebecca Lowell. He could make a star out of anyone. Every major star had connections to him and he reaped in the benefits.
Angelus on the other hand wanted to be a detective and solve cases. His father snorted at the idea of being a public servant when you had the inheritance of a king. But despite his fathers wishes Angelus had joined forces with Robert Doyle and they had founded the now profitable Conner & Doyle Agencies. With the support of Angelus' money they were able to keep the funds up and within three years the company became a very wealthy one indeed. They were now worldwide. They had agencies in close to 200 countries throughout the world, but the home base was still based in LA.
Angelus was only twenty-six and he was already considered the up and coming richest man in the world. He was smart and sexy the double threat guy. But in the City of Angels he had a very different reputation. He was known as the son who could take the fame. He was also known for his preferences in woman. He was extremely picky for something as little as a one-night stand. He turned down most supermodels because they were too thin or too tall. He had dated one woman his entire life and that lasted an entire two weeks. She was blond with big breasts and tiny waist, Darla Weston was now married to Cliff Master and was known to bed outside her marriage.
Angelus had had the great life. Plenty of money rolling in, single, had a trusted best friend and no worries. Of course tragedy strikes. He had been on a business trip in Miami when he had heard about the death of Robert Doyle. Everything went downhill. He had gone on a rampage destroying hotels having public fights and gambling. He had had and entourage of one night stands. Some said he couldn't take the pressure others said that he just was trying to cope with Doyle's death. Doyle had been burned in an accidental fire at a lawyer's office known as Wolfram and Hart. Angelus never forgave them.
After two months of endless parties his father sent Angelus on a vacation to Romania. Not many mindless babes in Romania. That is where he had gained some of his sanity back. After a year out of the spotlight Angelus returned and had seemingly calmed. Ever since he had been careless. Paying no attention to his work and drowning in the bottle. The women were few and far between in fact he had been celibate for about three months. He drank until he passed out and would sleep throughout the day. When he went out, he went to places that knew him and would not ask questions or cause trouble. His real goal was to get lost in the crowds. No longer having to face the horrible title he bore.
Taking another shot he swung off the barstool and headed for the door. Once he stumbled to his flashy 1968 Plymouth GTX convertible. He knew in his condition he would never make it home so he locked the doors and fell asleep in the back. The car was bulletproof so no one could hurt him. Plus he was in a car garage that was guarded. He was pretty safe.
At about 1pm the next day Angel woke up. His head pounded like there was a bomb inside. He felt the previous evenings after affects and slowly moved to the front of the car. Starting it up he gunned the engine. He pulled out of the garage and into LA mourning traffic. His house was about 50mls away by the beach in good old Sunnydale.
As the country wind blew in his face instead of the smog from LA Angel smiled. The earlier headache had disappeared with the help of major aspirin and he felt that today maybe he could spend getting pretty. Tonight he was going to get laid it had been too long since he had a good fucking.
Email: capri_4_20@hotmail.com Disclaimer: see chap 1 Author Note: This is Angel's story next chapter they will join! Yeah
Never Meant to Love You
Book II
She eyed from across the room. He was gorgeous. A fine definition of the term man. He was tall with a light complexion. From her spot it looked like he had dark brown eyes, a well-defined chin, and a perfectly sculpted chest. Yes he was going to be eating out of her hand tonight. She gracefully lifted herself from her chair and headed towards the bar in the fine dining in D'Oblique.
Angelus Conner sat at the exclusive bar downing several shoots of Jack Daniels in his attempt to forget his life. He saw the young women out of the corner of his eye. Just as he liked them. She was voluptuous, with brown hair and a beautiful face and nice curvy body. And he knew that she wanted him. They all did. She gracefully sat down next to him and with a Cheshire grin pulled out a cigarette.
She held out the cigarette waiting expectantly. When he didn't respond she got a little frustrated. 'Hey' she said in a salty voice. 'You look 'awful' familiar. Do I know you?'
For the first time he acknowledged her presence. 'Well I know I don't know you and I like that. So lets just keep it that way.' Angelus felt suddenly turned off from the moment she pulled out her cigarette. That was one thing he did not like. It made a woman's mouth stall and uninviting. Totally taken aback the woman stood up in a huff and flounced back to her lonely table. Well he can be an arrogant bastard if he wanted to that was not her style anyway.
Angelus turned his attention back to his drink. He was going to get plastered tonight and then he was going home and sleeping the night and maybe the day away. He had no need for female attention tonight. He smiled at the idea. Oh my what would Doyle say if he saw him now?
Robert Doyle had been his long-time business partner. He had met Doyle at the university he attended in Los Angeles. They had bonded instantly. Angelus Conner had grown up in the shadow of his multi-billionaire father Oliver Simon AKA Anthony Conner. Everyone would always compare Angelus's achievements to his father's and they would never add up. His father made his money in the showbiz. He was a well know agent that had worked with such people as the great Ross Conti to the classic Rebecca Lowell. He could make a star out of anyone. Every major star had connections to him and he reaped in the benefits.
Angelus on the other hand wanted to be a detective and solve cases. His father snorted at the idea of being a public servant when you had the inheritance of a king. But despite his fathers wishes Angelus had joined forces with Robert Doyle and they had founded the now profitable Conner & Doyle Agencies. With the support of Angelus' money they were able to keep the funds up and within three years the company became a very wealthy one indeed. They were now worldwide. They had agencies in close to 200 countries throughout the world, but the home base was still based in LA.
Angelus was only twenty-six and he was already considered the up and coming richest man in the world. He was smart and sexy the double threat guy. But in the City of Angels he had a very different reputation. He was known as the son who could take the fame. He was also known for his preferences in woman. He was extremely picky for something as little as a one-night stand. He turned down most supermodels because they were too thin or too tall. He had dated one woman his entire life and that lasted an entire two weeks. She was blond with big breasts and tiny waist, Darla Weston was now married to Cliff Master and was known to bed outside her marriage.
Angelus had had the great life. Plenty of money rolling in, single, had a trusted best friend and no worries. Of course tragedy strikes. He had been on a business trip in Miami when he had heard about the death of Robert Doyle. Everything went downhill. He had gone on a rampage destroying hotels having public fights and gambling. He had had and entourage of one night stands. Some said he couldn't take the pressure others said that he just was trying to cope with Doyle's death. Doyle had been burned in an accidental fire at a lawyer's office known as Wolfram and Hart. Angelus never forgave them.
After two months of endless parties his father sent Angelus on a vacation to Romania. Not many mindless babes in Romania. That is where he had gained some of his sanity back. After a year out of the spotlight Angelus returned and had seemingly calmed. Ever since he had been careless. Paying no attention to his work and drowning in the bottle. The women were few and far between in fact he had been celibate for about three months. He drank until he passed out and would sleep throughout the day. When he went out, he went to places that knew him and would not ask questions or cause trouble. His real goal was to get lost in the crowds. No longer having to face the horrible title he bore.
Taking another shot he swung off the barstool and headed for the door. Once he stumbled to his flashy 1968 Plymouth GTX convertible. He knew in his condition he would never make it home so he locked the doors and fell asleep in the back. The car was bulletproof so no one could hurt him. Plus he was in a car garage that was guarded. He was pretty safe.
At about 1pm the next day Angel woke up. His head pounded like there was a bomb inside. He felt the previous evenings after affects and slowly moved to the front of the car. Starting it up he gunned the engine. He pulled out of the garage and into LA mourning traffic. His house was about 50mls away by the beach in good old Sunnydale.
As the country wind blew in his face instead of the smog from LA Angel smiled. The earlier headache had disappeared with the help of major aspirin and he felt that today maybe he could spend getting pretty. Tonight he was going to get laid it had been too long since he had a good fucking.
