Disclaimer: I own nothing, please don't sue.
Chapter 2 "Fox"
NYC
The music blasted from the radio as Fox pounded away on his keyboard. His last story "Crossroads" had hit the NY best seller list just that morning but Fox had been working on it's sequel for weeks. This morning he had been hit with a rush of inspiration and he had rushed back to the apartment to work shortly after dropping Chelsea off at the airport. His lean fingers stilled as his mind began to wander and a smile lit his face as he thought of his beautiful wife. Chelsea was by far the most stunning woman he had ever met. Her flaming red hair floated nearly to her waist in a riot of unruly curls and her expressive eyes were the color of warm honey. Her tall, curvy body resembled that of an Amazon goddess. Fox had fallen head over heels in lust the first time he laid eyes on her but it was her keen wit and outrageous sense of humor that drew Fox to her like a moth to flame. Chelsea was like no other woman he had ever met and being with her was like riding a roller coaster, exhilarating and frightening at the same time. Fox had known after their first date that she was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with and he'd been determined to win her over. It had taken him a while to convince her that they were meant to be together but he was nothing if not persistent and being raised a Crane, Fox had never learned to take no for an answer.
Some would say he was cocky but Fox thought of himself as confident. It was this innate assurance in his abilities that had allowed him to go head to head with his grandfather and pursue his dream of becoming a writer. His grandfather had tried to bully him into accepting a position at Crane Industries but Fox had argued and bickered until the old man had accepted defeat and left him to his own devises. And then in typical Crane fashion, Alistair had rented a luxury apartment on the Upper East Side and ordered Fox to occupy it. Fox had obliged because he had after all gotten what he wanted. Since he couldn't force Fox to work at the family business, Alistair had then set his mind to finding him a suitable wife. Only Fox had outsmarted him there too and had married Chelsea a scant three weeks after their first date. Fox didn't believe in wasting time and he had known from the beginning that Chelsea was his soul mate. Alistair had been furious but Chelsea had won him over with her infectious personality. It also didn't hurt that her family was wealthy and influential and despite her bohemian ways, Chelsea was as blue-blooded as they came.
Fox was utterly content with his life. He had a gorgeous, sexy wife who kept him on his toes, a fabulous career, and he lived in the most wonderful city in the world. Life was perfect. It might have been nice to have more contact with his family, he hadn't returned to Harmony since he had left for college, but Fox wasn't a man who whined about what couldn't be changed. Ivy and Julian were too wrapped up in their petty war to give any of their children the time of day and his sisters were too busy with their own problems to worry about his. And Ethan, well, Ethan was a different matter entirely. He kept in close contact with his older brother via emails and phone calls and they were very close. It burned his gut to know that his brother was hurting and there was nothing he could do to help him. He had never approved of his relationship with Teresa Lopez-Fitzgerald and it seemed as if time had proved him right. Teresa was one of those women who thought they owned the world because they had money and he'd always hated the way she manipulated Ethan to cater to her every whim. The few times they had spoken she had treated him coolly and her utter indifference had left him wondering if she ever lost that cool, unapproachable look in bed.
He had been tempted to ask his brother but had decided against it. If Ethan was satisfied with his marriage, he had no reason to add fat to the fire. With a huge sigh he ordered himself to get back to work but his train of thought had been interrupted and he knew it was useless. After saving the document he had been working on he shut off the computer and strolled to the kitchen to forage for something to eat. There hadn't been time for breakfast because they had woken up late and food had been the last thing on his mind when he had gotten back. After perusing the contents of the refrigerator he decided it just might be easier to order takeout and reached for the phone mounted on the wall. The beep beep of his cell phone interrupted him midway and with a curse he looked to see who was calling. Not recognizing the number he let out a sigh.
"Hello," he barked. Hunger always made him unpleasant.
"Mr. Nicholas Crane?" the monotone voice at the other voice inquired.
"Yea," he replied nonchalantly despite the nerves that had crept up his spine. A sixth sense told him that the voice on the other end of the line was not about to impart good news.
"I'm sorry to inform you that there's been a terrible accident and the plane your wife was scheduled to board collided with another jet and both aircrafts exploded. There were no survivors. I'm sorry," the voice replied crisply.
But Fox had already raced out the door. Chelsea wasn't gone. Until he saw her body he refused to believe it.
All reviews are greatly appreciated.
Chapter 2 "Fox"
NYC
The music blasted from the radio as Fox pounded away on his keyboard. His last story "Crossroads" had hit the NY best seller list just that morning but Fox had been working on it's sequel for weeks. This morning he had been hit with a rush of inspiration and he had rushed back to the apartment to work shortly after dropping Chelsea off at the airport. His lean fingers stilled as his mind began to wander and a smile lit his face as he thought of his beautiful wife. Chelsea was by far the most stunning woman he had ever met. Her flaming red hair floated nearly to her waist in a riot of unruly curls and her expressive eyes were the color of warm honey. Her tall, curvy body resembled that of an Amazon goddess. Fox had fallen head over heels in lust the first time he laid eyes on her but it was her keen wit and outrageous sense of humor that drew Fox to her like a moth to flame. Chelsea was like no other woman he had ever met and being with her was like riding a roller coaster, exhilarating and frightening at the same time. Fox had known after their first date that she was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with and he'd been determined to win her over. It had taken him a while to convince her that they were meant to be together but he was nothing if not persistent and being raised a Crane, Fox had never learned to take no for an answer.
Some would say he was cocky but Fox thought of himself as confident. It was this innate assurance in his abilities that had allowed him to go head to head with his grandfather and pursue his dream of becoming a writer. His grandfather had tried to bully him into accepting a position at Crane Industries but Fox had argued and bickered until the old man had accepted defeat and left him to his own devises. And then in typical Crane fashion, Alistair had rented a luxury apartment on the Upper East Side and ordered Fox to occupy it. Fox had obliged because he had after all gotten what he wanted. Since he couldn't force Fox to work at the family business, Alistair had then set his mind to finding him a suitable wife. Only Fox had outsmarted him there too and had married Chelsea a scant three weeks after their first date. Fox didn't believe in wasting time and he had known from the beginning that Chelsea was his soul mate. Alistair had been furious but Chelsea had won him over with her infectious personality. It also didn't hurt that her family was wealthy and influential and despite her bohemian ways, Chelsea was as blue-blooded as they came.
Fox was utterly content with his life. He had a gorgeous, sexy wife who kept him on his toes, a fabulous career, and he lived in the most wonderful city in the world. Life was perfect. It might have been nice to have more contact with his family, he hadn't returned to Harmony since he had left for college, but Fox wasn't a man who whined about what couldn't be changed. Ivy and Julian were too wrapped up in their petty war to give any of their children the time of day and his sisters were too busy with their own problems to worry about his. And Ethan, well, Ethan was a different matter entirely. He kept in close contact with his older brother via emails and phone calls and they were very close. It burned his gut to know that his brother was hurting and there was nothing he could do to help him. He had never approved of his relationship with Teresa Lopez-Fitzgerald and it seemed as if time had proved him right. Teresa was one of those women who thought they owned the world because they had money and he'd always hated the way she manipulated Ethan to cater to her every whim. The few times they had spoken she had treated him coolly and her utter indifference had left him wondering if she ever lost that cool, unapproachable look in bed.
He had been tempted to ask his brother but had decided against it. If Ethan was satisfied with his marriage, he had no reason to add fat to the fire. With a huge sigh he ordered himself to get back to work but his train of thought had been interrupted and he knew it was useless. After saving the document he had been working on he shut off the computer and strolled to the kitchen to forage for something to eat. There hadn't been time for breakfast because they had woken up late and food had been the last thing on his mind when he had gotten back. After perusing the contents of the refrigerator he decided it just might be easier to order takeout and reached for the phone mounted on the wall. The beep beep of his cell phone interrupted him midway and with a curse he looked to see who was calling. Not recognizing the number he let out a sigh.
"Hello," he barked. Hunger always made him unpleasant.
"Mr. Nicholas Crane?" the monotone voice at the other voice inquired.
"Yea," he replied nonchalantly despite the nerves that had crept up his spine. A sixth sense told him that the voice on the other end of the line was not about to impart good news.
"I'm sorry to inform you that there's been a terrible accident and the plane your wife was scheduled to board collided with another jet and both aircrafts exploded. There were no survivors. I'm sorry," the voice replied crisply.
But Fox had already raced out the door. Chelsea wasn't gone. Until he saw her body he refused to believe it.
All reviews are greatly appreciated.