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Chapter 3
Re-introductions
"I'm sorry, have we met before?"
As I walked out of my apartment I couldn't help but, to wait for someone to exit one of the few doors lining in the hallway. Maybe it could be her coming out of one of the few doors on this floor. I had a dirty, dark secret that I lot people didn't know about, except my father Michael, that was the same as me. Sadly, I was breaking the rules just thinking about her. But she was something mesmerizing, unlikely for me to forget.
I gave up as none of the doors open for me, or for her. She lived in the same building, but how was I going to find her without looking like a weirdo or worse stalker pulling her further away from me? Since that night, as she came out of the club, she was forever glue to my mind.
I took a cab to work, in New York traffic was nightmare, but once you knew how long it usually takes, you risk taking them without being impatient. My phone rang; I noticed it was my secretary.
"Mr. Force, your sister on the line, she said she was calling you but, did not answer," she informed me, her voice slightly trembling, because I looked like my father and he was one who gave you the chills.
"Brittany, please I am not my father," I said letting out a sigh.
"I'm sorry, sir,"
"Pass her through,"
"Of course,"
The line beep and you hear my sister discussing wardrobes for tonight's coming out party of some kind.
"Mimi," I said. She did not like a woman in my building named Mimi as well. But she said that when you say Mimi, they imagine her first.
"Hey, Bro! Why don't ya pick up the phone?"
"Probably because you dialed wrong, I did not hear it," I said looking out of the traffic we were twenty blocks away.
"Are you coming by tonight?"
"Hell yeah, sis, as long as there is booze," I said and the taxi driver chuckled lowly.
"Good, then see you tonight," she said getting back to business and hung up.
The traffic was as always never have expected otherwise. I looked out of the window as rain pour down as if I had nothing better to do and saw a woman getting soak and various bags around her and a small umbrella barely covering her from the rain.
When the taxi launch forward I could see clearly the woman's face, it was Schuyler. She look slightly annoyed, I couldn't blame her as she was getting soak.
"Stop for a moment please," I asked the driver and he pulled to the side. I open the door and got slightly wet myself.
"Schuyler!" the woman turned to me and I could see her eyes which were pleading for warmth and not water.
"Yes?" her trembling voice.
"Share a cab, my treat," I offered. She smiled and came towards me.
"You are getting wet also, don't want that." – She smile and put us both under the umbrella. Her proximity to me gave me a spark of electricity. – "do I know you?" she asked.
Oh right.
"My name is Jack; I live in your building. I saw you the other day fighting with your boyfriend; I am the rude guy who asked for the missing keys." I said to her my voice starting to tremble thanks to the cold of the rain.
"Oh, now I remember. Actually thanks, I would've been dealing for a funeral if you hadn't stop me," she laughed. I let out a big smile.
But I notice something weird. I did not smell her…not one bit.
She couldn't be
"How about that ride?" I asked wishing for its warmth.
"Sure, thanks," she said getting inside the cab.
"Thanks buddy," I said to the driver. He nodded and went back to traffic.
"Where to miss?" the driver asked my newly found companion.
"New York Stock Exchange, Wall Street," she informed.
"You were going far, and walking?"
"Subway," she complied.
"What do you do?"
"I am a stockbroker," I was shocked she took the subway.
"And what do you do Mr. Jack?" she asked.
"I am the CEO of Quantum Times," she might have heard of this company since we hold stocks.
"Oh yeah, I was an adviser a few years back as an intern. I guess that is why you seem so familiar," her answer shocked me. I could never forget her face, so it was very unlikely I have met her before.
"I don't believe I have met you before,"
"Oh no why would you? I was a student then practicing my internship," she said looking straight to my eyes.
She couldn't be more perfect; everything about her pulled me in. Her eyes, her smile and the way she talked. If I knew her more, perhaps I might fall in love.
Fall in love? Did I just…?
I clear my throat.
"I believe I am reaching my stop, but before stepping out. Tonight there is a coming out party that my sister is throwing; I wish you could accompany me. Will you?"
"I'm going to a party myself this evening, 'Clashing Lights' it is called. So I-"
"That's it! That my sister's party," I interrupted her, excited and highly confused as to why she was invited.
"I am sorry…I am going with someone else," - she could easily disappoint me. - "but, I'll save you the last dance, how about that?" she offered and there I was, happy again.
"Love that, see you this evening Miss Schuyler," I said flashing a smile and getting inside my building.
Clashing Appearances
SPOV
As Jack stepped outside the cab, I couldn't help but to feel excited for tonight. Oliver had asked me to go with him and since he is my best friend I just couldn't back out of it.
He intrigues me, but that couldn't be. We Blue Bloods could not mix with humans; it was not right or allowed.
As I go to work which was mostly screaming at people about the numbers going up and down every thirty minutes. I couldn't stop thinking about what would happen tonight.
My ex-boyfriend Mike was a blue blood but a low one. I was royal…the last Royal.
My family has been wiped out; only few have survived and disowned their names. I encourage myself to own it.
Tonight's party will be around humans but, a rumor circulated that it at a certain hour the lights will change and the blue bloods will appeared. This will be the first time at seeing The Royals of New York City; they are named J and M. I don't know more about them.
I came to New York thanks to my internship at Quantum Times. I did not know Jack, but he sure looked quite familiar. A bond grew, one I felt before with Oliver.
Oliver was a blue blood as well, if not royal a normal one; the kind I preferred having around. When the time came, I left work and went to my apartment in the upper Manhattan. I couldn't decide whether to tell Lorena about tonight, so she could go all girly on me or not tell her at all and work with what I knew. I decided to call her, in the back of my mind I knew I did it to impresses or make Jack take a double-take on me. I didn't know whether he will be there, even if he said he was Mimi the planner's brother. Some people no matter how important they might be just didn't attend those parties.
I glance at my clock after getting out of the shower only three hours before the party. I grew more nervous than before, Jack, a man whom I didn't know, was producing butterflies in my small, yet strong stomach.
Lorena was getting ready for my make-over, when I was clean and naturally pretty I sat down in my chair in a silky robe and waited for Lorena to work her magic.
Blue Bloods had a certain color running through their veins, and I believe our name said it. We had blue blood running through our veins. But mine, or royals had a special bonus to it. A fabulous rose's torn body simulating as if they were veins. They were but, it looks like a tattoo.
Jack was on my mind from the make-up start to the getting into the limo. I couldn't betray Oliver in that way even if he can't read my mind, but he ask me out and he should be the one my thoughts be of.
When we arrived at the top-club on the east of Manhattan, every paparazzo was there to take pictures of celebrities or high society people. I grabbed the offering elbow of Oliver, he looked at me and smile. If I didn't already know or got used to the idea of Oliver being my best friend/brother, I would've fallen for the guy. He has always made me smile and be comfortable with myself and never had to hide my true identity as I had to with humans.
As we reached the red carpet making everybody that came in truly important, tons of paparazzi took my picture, for the fun of it, Oliver and I posed for a few of them. A few minute later, we finally had entered what no longer appeared to be a club, but a high modern affair ball room.
The main colors were scarlet red, gold and shimmering silver. The ceiling was cover with semi-transparent white drapes. As if they were falling small Chinese scarlet lanterns laminated or gave the room a more appropriate light. The columns were dressed in small shimmering silver ribbons, not in bows or anything of that sort, but simply wrapped around it. The tables had a beautiful table center, which was a bouquet of rose, tulips and lilies. A weird combination but, the colors went with one another.
Each scarlet with a silver line combination of plates had a small name giving directions of whom should seat there.
Oliver tugged my arm and pulled us to the cocktail bar.
"Jack Daniels, please" Oliver said, but I was still astonished of the room, who look like a dream for people who still had their inner child but, believe we must behave of our current age.
"Schuyler?" Oliver snapped me out of my trance.
"The room is breathtaking, isn't?" I said looking at Oliver warm eyes.
"Yes," he said looking at me instead of the room. I shifted my head, put fingers above my mouth and smile, I knew I was blushing.
"Stop it,"
"Never" he said with a kind smile.
"Schuyler, do you want something to drink?" he asked.
"Yeah, a martini," Oliver asked for my drink and handed it to me.
Yummy
"Where are we seated?" I asked. Oliver showed me the formal pristine invitation.
"Table…53,"
"Let's go to the Map," in each of the affairs there was always something called the Map, which was exactly that. It gave direction to the entire room, where the tables were, the cocktail bar, bathroom, designated smoking areas, private rooms, among other things.
Oliver moved his finger across the Map and finally found our table. It was in the east side of the room not the last table but, almost to the center of the room.
We sat down and started talking about work, life and whatever might have happen in between.
I told him about Jack, but he too didn't know him, but though was kind of familiar. I told him he would be here tonight and if he saw him, he might recognize him.
After introductions and protocol finished, the band started to play and Oliver asked me to dance.
We dance a couple of time until I decided I had enough for a while. We dance tango, disco and some techno.
When we sat down, I saw a small rose and a letter attached to it above my name-scripted plate.
I cannot wait to dance with you tonight.
J
And in that moment I couldn't either. Forgetting Oliver momentarily, I met his disappointing and sad eyes.
"I promised him a dance," I said.
"I am yours from the start and rest of it and you know it," that certainly cheered him up.
After dinner, there was a small auction of…people.
The first one was a woman, brunet with small features. Her name was Olive. Ironic, isn't?
Her bidding started at a thousand and stayed a thousand by the boyfriend.
The second one was a man, short blonde hair, around five seven. He was dressed handsomely and cute. His name was Jasper which was perfect for him for some reason.
His bidding started at a thousand but skyrocket to twenty four thousand.
Whoa! That was some bidding.
The room was fairly balance of man and woman, and after this Jasper guy the room grew interesting.
After a couple of more people were bid off, the next name was not expected.
"For the last date will be Schuyler Van Alen," the woman at the podium found me with her eyes and smiled.
"Oh, no!" I told Oliver.
"It will be fun," he was so calm about it.
"You did this!" he let out a devilish smile.
"All for a good cause," he said lifting me up and almost dragging me to the stage. I didn't complain a lot; after all it was something fun to do and for a good cause.
When I reached the stage the woman formally presented me.
"Schuyler Van Alen, works as a stockbroker, loves walking barefoot in the beach after midnight. She loves to read and go out with friends. She knows a very good time even at work and if it is loyalty you seek with her you will look no further. We will start the bidding at one thousand,"
"One thousand," Oliver said.
"Do I hear, two thousand?" the woman said.
"Two thousand," a man in the back whom I couldn't see said.
"Do I hear, three thousand?"
"Three thousand," Oliver inquired.
"Four thousand," the invisible man said.
"Five thousand," a woman said which surprised me entirely.
"Six thousand," Oliver inquired again.
It went on like this between Olive, the mystery man and the woman.
"I got a caller for ten million dollars," that was the last call, and boy didn't I know it.
"Fifty millions dollar for a date with the young lady," I search for the voice and saw Jack leaning against one of the columns.
I grew red as a tomato and search for Oliver's face, which appeared to be disappointed and sad. I knew he couldn't top that.
He shrugged and went back to our table with his shoulder slumped down.
"Fifty millions, going once…going twice…,… sold for fifty million dollars," the woman hit the gravel and everyone applauded for the excited that grew over from the very beginning.
I stepped down and met Jack in front of the stairs.
"That was something alright, wasn't it?" I said.
"Yes, and boy did I hit the jackpot or what?" he said with a melting laugh.
"Jack, I promised the dance and now the date, but right now I have an emotionally wounded best friend, will you excuse me for a moment?" I said, he smile and bowed.
"Of course, my fair lady,"
He moved but, before disappearing I called out to him. He turned quite fast and faced me.
"Thank you for the beautiful flower,"
"Nothing compared to you," he said and disappeared.
Oliver was sitting down, playing with his phone.
"Olly," I tried my southing voice.
As I started and successfully put him in a good mood, my effort had to go down the drain as Jack claimed his promised dance.
I reached Oliver's face and kissed him slightly but seductively on his cheek.
"You are what he will never be," I whisper in his ear, he smiled and nodded. I turn to Jack offering his hand I took it politely and he led to the middle of the dance floor.
An instrumental song started, our feet perfectly in sync with the other, our hand barely noticing their owner, but it was his eyes that swept me and sent me to a trance.
It was midnight.
The lights had suddenly gone off. And a white almost silver one illuminated our skin.
I saw my rose torn body-like veins glowing in the dark, the hidden petals were hidden in my scalp. I followed the veins to my wrist but, I noticed they did not end. The kept going until…Jack's beautiful neck.
"Oh, god," I exclaimed not feeling comfortable of separating myself from him just yet.
"Beautiful," he said and smile like if his world was complete.
Oh, god, I thought. I had lied to Oliver.
Jack was what I was, a blue blood and by the look of his veins design…he was one of the five main families.
It all came together,
Jack was one of the Royals of New York.
And boy was I in trouble or what?
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