Andre Jacques Lourdes. . .
He will be in charge of the Detroit Entrepreneurship Summer Camp from now on. Something he never imagined he would be doing in his life. But Camilla Lourdes loved helping people—in her way. Especially ‘displaced’ young adults who she knew had so much to offer to society. And this was exactly what led her to found the Lourdes Foundation six years ago. This was only the second edition of DESC and it was unfortunate she couldn’t be there to see how much success came out of it. To this cause, Andre was dedicated. If, for once in his life, outside the business world, he hoped to do right by his mother.How helpful and livening was it that he came across Colleen Caddell? A woman who, stunningly, seemed to rivet him?As the soft melody of Lana Del Rey’s ‘Dark Paradise’ wafted through the massive space of his living room, Andre waltzed into the kitchen, flipping open his cabinet to take out the two-piece cocktail shaker set to do what he knew how to do best,—asides closing million-dollar business deals—mix drinks. Into the shaker went an ounce of soda water, cranberry juice, orange juice, and vodka; a spoonful of ice and to top it off, lime juice. That was his signature mix and most definitely his best.His phone buzzed just as he was pouring the mix into a rum glass.To say he was surprised was nothing but an understatement. The caller’s ID had him wiping his eyes to confirm he wasn’t imagining things. Not that he had ever imagined his twin brother, Gaten Lourdes, calling after what was over fifteen years. Disposing the shaker into the sink, Andre hit the answer button.“To what do I owe this surprise, brother?” he said into his phone, reaching for the stereo remote on his kitchen counter to turn down the volume of the music.At the other end of the call, Gaten paused for a long while, probably contemplating what a bad decision this was. But after over a minute, he answered placidly, “A lovely evening to you, too, brother. And a pleasant surprise, I hope.”“That depends, Gaten.” Andre's voice turned deadly serious. “Why are you calling?”“Don’t tell me you’re still bedevilled with Lana Del Rey and all her songs of melancholy and heartbreak? Oh come on, Andre, you’re going to be thirty-one next month. There’s no way you’re still that little rebellious boy's mother shipped off to France to live out the rest of his life. Alone. In nothing but absolute sadness.”And here he was thinking his brother had called because a small part of him wanted to reunite with the only family he had left. He should have known better. There was no hope for either of them.“I’m not going to ask again, Gaten. Why are you calling?” he said coolly, stepping into his terrace that overlooked the busy beach at night time. “If you called to continue your endless loathing, I suggest you hang up.”“I called to talk about our mother.” He revealed to an already annoyed Andre, whose hard expression softened at the thought of his mother.“Her will hearing is scheduled for two months after her death. And that is over six weeks from now.”“So that’s what you’re interested in, huh? Camilla’s will.”“Don’t you do that,” Gaten scowled. “You, of all people, have no right to even say her name from that mouth of yours. She must be turning in her grave just hearing her name come out of your mouth. From the day I was born, I was interested in the woman who gave birth to us. I can’t say the same for you.”Guilty! Yes, Andre was guilty. But circumstances made him so.His brother continued. “As the only family that ever cared about her, I have been working hours—day and night—trying to find out who murdered our mother. And what have you been doing? Funding some dumb Entrepreneurship program?”“It was Camilla’s dream to see this work. I am only doing this in honor of her.” Andre responded softly.“Is that what you told yourself?” he scoffed. “Oh brother, you are still the same cold-hearted man I know. Even after your mother’s death, you’re seeking ways to gain the spotlight. That's it, right? You want the spotlight and a new plaything out of women that come to your resort for the summer.”Andre didn’t even bother to argue. The media has painted him in this despicable light, noting him to be a cold-hearted and arrogant man. It was just unfortunate Gaten, who knew him more than anybody, thought so low of him.“You’re the cop amongst us, brother. So allow me some slack. I would also like to see our mother’s killer and know his reasons. But you and I know Camilla was no saint.”“Yes. Far from it,” Gaten noted. “I guess her children took after her, won’t you say?”When he did not answer, he continued, stating his real reason for calling. “Now that she is gone, there is a vacancy on the board. So, as the only son that cared for her, I want to be a part of the board.”“What board?”“Lourdes Aerospace Board."Andre fought the urge to laugh at the thought. “I’m sorry Gaten, your qualifications are rather suited to the judicial system. And don’t even consider this one,” he added almost immediately. “Except if Camilla left you a spot on the board in her will, there is no way you can get into Lourdes Aerospace with a degree in chasing bad guys.”“How shallow you think of my credibility.”“And how shallow you have always thought of me,” Andre retorted in a tone filled with suppressed rage.Following this was a silence, raw and volatile. Neither of the brothers spoke for over two minutes. And when it seemed like this would go on all night, Gaten broke the silence. “Then I want to be a part of the Lourdes Foundation. At least until the will reading, when we’ll know who mother left in charge.”“Until then, Gaten, I am CEO and owner. Before you go priding yourself around as the golden son of the Lourdes family, remember that. And of course, you’re always welcome to be a part of the Lourdes Foundation. That is the only family business that doesn’t require your degree.”“So you wouldn’t mind me coming to your resort to attend one of those DESC events, would you?”“Oh no-no, brother. Why would I?” Andre said rather dramatically. “As a matter of fact, we’re having a Meet and Greet dinner tomorrow evening at eight. You're invited to make an appearance. After all, you are our mother’s son.”And without a proper goodbye, Gaten hung up. Unsurprising to Andre, he knew his brother had always lacked manners in dealing with people. He was everything the media said about Andre; cold-hearted, arrogant, stupendously rich, and just as much of a playboy as he was. But something was left out. He was way too ambitious and jealous.Shaking his head and laughing to himself, Andre moved further into the terrace so that he was resting on the balustrade. As he sipped from his drink, his gaze wandered beneath him, to the beach where a bonfire was being held. His penthouse was specially crafted to his taste, location, position, and all. And although he was barely in Detroit, it was the only place that ever felt like home in his entire life.As he observed the mini-party below, his eyes caught sight of a red-head. The same one that has been the lead character in his imagination the past couple of days. However, the woman below wasn’t Colleen. The confirmation came when the wig she was wearing fell off and she jumped into the arms of a man who groped her everywhere.Though that didn’t stop his thoughts from circling that gray-eyed beauty he met in the men’s toilet two days before. Colleen probably had no idea how stunning she was, he thought. All the women he had met always wanted to show off. They were way over their heads and believed the world would fall at their feet. Then again, he hadn’t met plenty of women. So, everything about Colleen Caddell tantalized him. Her fair skin was flawless. From her beige bow-shaped lips to those round gray eyes that had a gleam of positivity that could make you instantly feel comfortable around her, hooded with thick long lashes, she was nothing like the women he had come across.And her hair! Oh, her hair!That long strawberry-like hair that swept across one eye and tumbled well past her shoulders in wavy layers.To crown it all, Colleen was the definition of humble, courteous, and intelligent. It was unfortunate she always had to downplay those virtues most of the time, because that was what made her so graceful.Andre found himself starry-eyed and smiling sheepishly at the thought of her. He had done a brief dive of her on F******k after their encounter in the toilet. That was how he knew she was an Architect, one that graduated with first class honors from the prestigious Boulder University.My world! He thought.Architectural firms should be on their knees to employ her. How did she manage to be rendered unemployed?After what was probably half an hour of thinking about that five-five woman, red-haired beauty, Andre went back into the house, strutting purposely towards his bedroom where the landline was.At the first ring, the voice of the blonde receptionist came in through the receiver. “Good evening, Mr. Lourdes. How may I be of help to you?”“Were you on duty Wednesday evening?” he inquired.“Yes, sir.”“So it was you who checked in a certain Colleen Caddell?”The woman quickly went through the record list for Wednesday and answered in affirmation. “She is a participant in the Detroit Entrepreneurship Summer Camp,” she added.“Yes, I know that. What I would like to know is Ms. Caddell’s room number.”"Jeepers! Now that, Liz Parker, is a view. Quickly, hand me your phone. I need to capture this essence.” Colleen urged rather impatiently and Liz, grumbling beneath her breath, pulled her phone from her back pocket and handed it to her. She watched as Colleen first took a snapshot of the high ceiling that shielded the sun but left an opening small enough to let in some of that summer sunlight into the lobby which reflected the water rocks mural on the ground floor. Holy Moly! It was luminously magnificent. Then, she took a couple of selfies, posing weirdly for each one. This was her being a little optimistic and open-minded. She begged Liz to get in a photo with her, who, begrudgingly, did so. When she was done, she handed the phone back with only one request, “please do not delete any of those heavenly pictures, they’re called memories. And pictures provide the best ones.” Considering Liz was known to clear her gallery now and then for reasons best known to her, it was im
"No way this dress cost over a thousand, seven hundred dollars!” Harbor Bridge Resort and Spa was the second largest in Detroit and, as such, had to live up to that name in terms of maintenance, building, and rebuilding. That is to say Andre Lourdes was spending a hell of a lot of cash on running the place. But let’s not even go to the figures he is receiving in return. The place could cater to at least five families over twelve months. And make no mistake, I am not talking about a couple or some widowed woman with two children. I am talking about a family of four and more. Part of the numerous subtleties the resort housed was a Chanel Store. In the same store, Andre had made a prepaid deposit of what she presumed to be a whopping amount of dollars. Because why then would he say, “For the Meet and Greet event this evening, y’all need to look your best! So, on that note, you’re more than welcome to walk into the Chanel Store in the building and pick whatever catches your fancy
The next day, Sunday, was a little quieter than the rest of the week. Probably because the residents of the resort, after all the fun they had Saturday night, getting knocked up and knocked out, deemed it important to have some rest and give the party spirit a rest ahead of the new week.After last night, after Andre's-twin-brother's little comment about mistaking her for some redheaded Sophia, whoever the hell that was, she realized she was getting in too deep with the man. Confirmation was how she only wanted to see him yesterday evening despite the flood of men, and women, whom she could chat away the lovely evening with. She could barely concentrate on any other person in the event after that highly awkward conversation between her and his brother, and didn't want to be a buzzkill to Liz or anybody else as they all appeared to be having so much fun laughing away the evening while she brooded what Andre's relationship might have been with this Sophia. So, she cut her evening short
"What are you doing in my room?" She hollered in the room, making sure to leave the door open for fear of the unknown as she, angrily pushing forward, reached where Andre was sitting and grabbed the framed photo of her in a bathing suit away from his hand, hiding it behind her. "Up, up from my bed! You'll crease the edges. How did you even get into my room in the first place?" Andre, with a coy smile, measured Colleen up close. Good gracious, that body con stress she was wearing had his brain going haywire, flying in the direction of sinful and unapologetic. But he had come here this evening to render an apology for Gaten's behavior last night. And although there was nothing remotely apologetic about her slim, curvy frame in that black dress, he knew seducing her into her own bed at this moment would only confirm all the despicable things she thought about him. So, wearing his invisible good boy hat, Andre lifted himself from the bed just as she had instructed, quietly moving to
Shining stars in a moonlit sky were everything Colleen was dreaming about. And on that moon she sat, cross-legged, sipping from a glass of very expensive champagne while she made a painting out of the soulful hazel eyes of Andre Lourdes. It had been all about him through the night till she retired to bed and even after she had gone to bed. She just couldn’t help it. It was as if he had cast a spell on her—a good one, she hoped. Then her phone rang. Was she still dreaming or was that her mother’s ID on the screen of her phone? Groggily dragging the answer button, she placed the phone in her ear. What she heard next sent all the weariness in her eyes and the smiles on her face running back where they came from. “You spoiled little thing! After everything I did for you! I birth you, I housed you, I clothed you, I even sent your dumb ass to school, and look how that turned out for me? You can’t even call your mother at least once in a month to send her a little ‘thank you for bringing
"Excuse me?" Andre's eyes bore into hers. The goal was to make her uncomfortable and when she was feeling all sorts of heat on her, she would run out of the room and get him that coffee. Even though he didn't really want it. Watching Colleen Caddell squirm was fast becoming a box office act to him. But just as he was wrong on the whole room, workspace thing, he was also wrong on this one. Colleen stood her ground and said the word he least expected, not wavering in the slightest. "No." "No?" he repeated. "Yes, Mr. Lourdes. Go get your own coffee." Well, that went in the opposite direction he had planned. But he didn't push it. He simply left the room and after a few minutes, he was back with two cups of coffee. One for himself and one for her, completely oblivious of the third party in the room. When he realized Tobias was, in fact, a person, he turned unapologetically to him and said, "Oh, did you want one?" He chuckled, waving it off. "It's alright. I don't drink coffee any
“Put down that damn placard, man. You’re embarrassing the both of us.” Andre chuckled, tossing the placard into the closest trash can his eyes could see. Holding up a placard that read, “Welcome to Detroit! The City of the Coldest beers and the Hottest women,” was so lame that everyone kept giving him the stink eye. But he didn’t care. It was designed specifically for one eye only and that was his friend: Sean Patterson. “I can’t believe you showed up with a goddamn placard like those little girls who’d squeal when they see their father come out of the boarding room,” continued Sean in disbelief. “Really man? ‘Welcome to Detroit! The City of the Hottest Women.’ I am getting married in five days.”“And that, Sean, is five days more to enjoy the benefits of being a bachelor in the City of Detroit.” “Oh yeah? Tell that to Stella.” “Speaking of Stella, how is she doing? Is she still flying in tomorrow?” Andre asked, reaching out for one of the two luggage Sean had had to drag out of t
The next morning, Andre showed up in her room with a suit. A well-tailored double-breasted suit that fit him like skin and made Colleen’s jaw drop to the floor when she flung her door open to see him. How convenient was it that the first thing she sees this morning is Andre in a suit after a night filled with sinful dreams about the man? But this morning, she was feeling a lot more like herself. No way he should have that much power over her body just by him being two feet away. That was not the Colleen Caddell she knew. She had never squirmed over a man. Until she met Andre Lourdes. Making a throat-clearing sound, she asked, “why are you dressed like that?”“I have a business meeting.” Just as he said, there was something very business-y about his tone and Colleen concluded that that was Andre Lourdes in his element—closing multi-million dollar deals with all of his charm. Charm she was so desperately trying to make herself immune to. So, she forced a smile, waved him goodbye,