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“I’m as good as anyone can be living in this house. Come on in.”
As Maya stepped aside, Avery was stopped in her tracks by the first thing she saw. Carter was standing in the elaborate, marble foyer with Connor in his arms. Julia Hall, Carter’s beautiful girlfriend, had one hand on Carter’s back, rubbing it lovingly. Her other hand was holding onto Connor’s as the baby, Avery’s baby, smiled into her face.
Avery quickly composed herself, but couldn’t shake off the effect of this happy little family scene. She had spent nights praying to God to help her get over her feelings for Carter and stop being jealous of his growing closeness with Julia. But something about seeing them both with Connor as if this was Julia’s family, filled her with resentment.
Then he turned to her and their eyes caught, locking onto each other. Could he tell she was jealous? Could he tell how attracted she was to him? He could read her so well and his ego never failed to let her know. In the few moments she allowed herself to be alone with him, Avery was always afraid he could sense it and would pounce. But he hadn’t; pounced that is. She should be happy.
Carter could see it. He hadn’t planned on Avery stepping upon this little scene, but now that she had, he knew it only worked in his favor. And from the way she uneasily ripped her eyes from his and looked to the ground, he knew it had. When she looked up again, she had pasted a smile on her face and was walking towards them as if this was nothing.
Too late. Julia had served many purposes in Carter’s life. She got his mother off his back, gave Avery a reason to let her guard down and made Avery jealous. Although he hadn’t been faithful to Julia since they started “officially” dating, he considered her his girlfriend. For now.
“Hello Avery.”
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“What is this, Daddy?” Six year old Daniel Chase was standing over something in the hallway of his uncle’s penthouse condo in downtown L.A.
“What is what?” Thirty year-old Michael Chase waited for Evan, Daniel’s twin brother, to get inside before closing the door behind him.
“It’s a bra!” Evan rushed to his brother, picking up the lacy pink lingerie for his father to see, his little brown hand waving it in the air.
Michael sighed, realizing it might be a mistake to bring his boys over to his brother’s place. He should have known something this like would happen. He’d been warned last month when he walked in on Carter and a Brazilian model having very loud sex hanging halfway off the dining room table.
“Put that down,” Michael ordered. “Just drop it.”
“These are panties!” Evan was reaching for the matching bottoms just a few feet away. They were lying on top of a silk cocktail dress.
“Don’t touch that.” Michael took his son’s arm.
“Mommy has these.” Evan struggled to get away from his father. “Is Mommy here?”
“All mommies have these, stupid.” Daniel rolled his eyes.
“Uncle Carter needs to do laundry.” Michael cautiously led his boys down the hallway, praying that he wouldn’t have to explain the birds and bees to them today. That wasn’t on the schedule.
“Where is he?” Daniel asked impatiently as soon as they were at the steps to the living room of the 3,000 square foot, 3-bedroom penthouse condo.
“He’s probably working in his office,” Michael answered. “Working hard.”
He led his boys to the living room sofa and reached for the remote. “You boys stay here, do you understand?”
Evan was already looking ancy, eager to get out of his church clothes. They were both used to being able to run wild whenever they were here.
Michael found a suitable station on the large plasma screen on the wall. “Just watch this and don’t move.”
“Why not?” Evan asked.
“Look at me,” Michael ordered, waiting until both of them did so. Keeping stern eye contact, he said, “Because I said so. Do you understand?”
Daniel nodded, but Evan just shrugged; always the difficult one.
As he made his way to the master bedroom, passing scattered pieces of clothing along the way, Michael wasn’t looking forward to the reason he was sent over here by their mother. He had to remind Carter to show up tonight at their parent’s house in View Park; the15,000-square foot Chase Mansion, to celebrate in his honor. Carter hadn’t been answering his phone for three days now, so Janet sent Michael to track him down.
This wasn’t the first time in the last six months Carter had ‘disappeared.’ Ever since his fiancé, Avery Jackson, left him, Carter would leave for long periods of time. Avery not only left Carter, but left L.A. and didn’t want to be found. He’d gone ballistic when he realized she had no intention of coming back.
He had become a Jeckyll and Hyde, moving between two states of being. One was an obsessed psycho desperate to find Avery, who he swore on the Bible was the only love of his life, using the considerable means at his disposal whether legal or not. The other was a reckless drunk who didn’t care about Avery, swore he was better off without her, and went on to prove it by nailing every woman he could get his hand on.
Michael figured these past few days had been the latter, as the bra and panties in the hallway suggested. This was the Carter that their parents were concerned about; the one who could get the family in trouble.
And trouble for this family meant more than it did for others. The Chase family was American black royalty. This was of course in the world of non-entertainment or sports money, which high society looked down on. These people didn’t belong, nor were they invited, into the world the Chase family ran. There was the black upper-class and then, more than a cut above, there was the filthy rich, where the Chase family stood; or stood out depending on how you look at it.
The family was led by Steven Chase, a man from humble enough beginnings who built his cosmetics company, Chase Beauty, into a multi-billion dollar corporation. He had become an American titan, using the family’s billions to influence business and politics all the way to Capitol Hill. His money was invested in several industries, including real estate in some of the most exclusive areas in the Western United States.
Meanwhile, his wife Janet brought social standing to the family as the daughter of high society East Coast lawyers with a strong heritage and several generations of wealth and community leadership. From their gated palace in the mostly black, affluent suburb of View Park, she single-handedly took over L.A.’s society scene, black and white and created an empire envied by even the best East Coast families. Together, no one could rival what they had created.
And although it was Steven’s money, influence and power that put out the fires his children started, it was Janet who was the architect of the Chase family image and publicity. And with the recent scandals, inherent in any family of this stature, still lingering, she couldn’t allow Carter to throw the family into another one.
Especially not one of a sexual nature, which she was very afraid would happen with Carter’s recent behavior. Because the fact was, he didn’t only nail every woman he could get his hands on, he also treated them pretty badly when he was done. Usually the gentleman of the family, he was getting into dangerous territory and word was getting around.
Michael stood in the doorway to the bedroom, observing the mess in front of him. He could only smile because Carter was such a neat freak; almost to the point of obsessive and here he was, living like a frat boy complete with a naked woman sprawled face down on the bed.
Carter Chase’s light brown eyes flew open as he heard a loud bang. Had something just happened or was it the awful pounding in his head again?
“Wake up!” Michael yelled, closing the door behind him. “It’s the afternoon, boy.”
Carter struggled to sit up on his bed with his hand pressing against his forehead. He felt like shit. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
His younger brother, dressed in a sharp, grey suit, sat down on the bed looking at him with a smirk on his face. At least Carter thought it was a smirk. Things were a little blurry.
“You know I brought my boys here,” Michael said. “You got her thong in the hallway. They don’t need to see that.”
“Don’t come by uninvited then.” Carter cleared his throat.
Michael nodded to the naked, chocolate body next to Carter. “She is?”
Carter slowly turned his head, because that was all he could do to keep it from exploding. Nice ass was all he could think of. “I don’t know.”
“That’s smart.” Michael was envious of his brother’s wanton freedom. Having been married seven years himself, things were a bit more complicated. “This is what Mom is talking about.”
“Can you not mention her right now?” Carter asked. He leaned back against the headboard. “What day is it?”
“She’s afraid you’re going to get some strange girl pregnant.”
“Like you did?” Carter asked, reminding Michael of how he introduced his current wife to the family seven years ago.
“Touche.” Michael made a fist and socked Carter in the arm.
“Stop.” Carter pointed to the half-empty condom box on the dresser. “I’m not stupid.”
“But you don’t know her name.”
“Her name doesn’t matter,” Carter said. “She’s getting out of here as soon as she wakes up.”
The woman, made a sound as if she’d heard Carter, but didn’t move. It wouldn’t matter to him if she sat up and started a scene. She was just some hot chick who had offered to buy him a drink at Level Three nightclub. They moved on to one of the club’s infamous beds with the curtains closed. Less than twenty minutes later, he took her home. In these matters, he preferred to go to the woman’s place, so he could leave as soon as he was done, but this one had a kid and a mother at home and…well, a very nice ass.
“Mom sent you here?” Carter asked.
“No one has been able to reach you for days. I thought you’d gone off to chase after Avery again.”
Carter felt his temperature boil at the mention of her name. “She’s not in Tampa.”
“Last month it was Atlanta.”
“It was never Atlanta!” Carter swung around on the bed, feeling the room move around him. “I told you she was never in Atlanta. Her stupid sister used to go to school there, so I…”
“Hey!” Michael stood up. “Don’t yell at me. I don’t give a shit where Avery is. And last week you said you didn’t either.”
“I didn’t,” Carter lied. “I don’t. She can be in hell for all I care.”
“Who do you think you’re talking to?” Michael asked. “I’ve seen you breakdown and all…this. Like it’s not all about her.”
“So you’re my therapist now?”
Michael turned away from his brother, not willing to get caught up in this argument again. There was no talking to him when it came to his precious Avery. Instead he walked over to the full-length mirror and checked himself out, something he never tired of doing. He smiled at his fine, dark features. Everyone said he looked like Sidney Poitier at his most handsome, but Michael knew he looked much better than that.
“What about Sunday?” Michael asked.
Carter didn’t feel like facing the family. He was tired of having to put on that perfect front that was such a lie. His life was a mess and he had embraced that. He didn’t appreciate his mother making him act as if it wasn’t.
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