It was New Year’s Eve, and Jessica was filled with hope for a promising and prosperous New Year. The Biannual Ladybirds’ Art Show was being held in the Lennox Tower in Manhattan. The view was fantastic. Fireworks could be seen from the floor they were on. The room was huge. The temporary walls that had paintings and photographs on them were set up like a maze.
The Ladybirds was a charity organization filled with high-society matrons and country club members. They hosted art shows twice a year to support local artists. The art coordinator had heard of Jessica and found out she was in New York. He invited her to make her New York debut at the New Year’s showing.
Jessica had jumped at the opportunity because she wasn’t expecting to be part of an art s
Desmond, the art coordinator, was happily informing Jessica that three of her photographs had sold. Jessica was happy and relieved at the same time. She knew Mrs. Grayson-Hanson had bought the West Virginia photograph. “Jessica, I heard through the grapevine that you were a painter as well,” Desmond said. “That’s correct.” “I own an art gallery. I would love to take a look at your painting portfolio to see if I could display some of your pieces.” Jessica lit up. “That would be great. Are you willing to come to my loft after the New Year to take a look at my work?&nb
Charles woke up New Year’s Day with a monster headache. He stumbled into the kitchen barefoot and wearing blue silk boxers. He started pulling out items he needed to make his hangover remedy.He had looked all over Lennox Tower for Jessica last night. Instead, he found the art coordinator. Aunt Claire had said that Jessica had work on a display. Jessica had always been an incredible drawer and painter. However, the art coordinator had showed Charles photographs Jessica had taken. Charles loved them. Then again, he loved everything she created. He had bought the rest of her work that wasn’t sold. They were going to be delivered in a few days.When Desmond told him that Jessica had to leave the show, Charles had gone back to his townhouse. He had felt like shit. He couldn’t believe Jessica caught him in the middle of fucking a married woman. Normally, he wouldn’t care who caught hi
Two weeks later . . . Desmond had just arrived at Jessica’s loft. She led him upstairs to the third bedroom she had turned into a studio. The five-foot-five brother was always impeccably dressed. Today, he wore pressed brown slacks and a white dress shirt with a brown scarf. He immediately went to the wall-sized canvas painting she was working on. It had a blue and yellow feather brushed background. Two silhouettes indicating one man and one woman were painted light brown. The female silhouette was straddled over the man’s lap.He examined it on the large easel. “This is very erotic,” he commented. “I like how you used the light and shadows of the background.”“Thank you. It’s one paintin
Charles and Aunt Claire were riding in the back of the family’s stretch limousine through Manhattan. The partisan was up to keep Bobby from hearing their conversation. Since Bobby wanted to keep secrets, Charles and Claire were about to prove to him that they were the true masters of the secrecy game.However, Charles couldn’t believe he let her talk him into this. He pulled at his collar as he continued grumbling.“Oh, hush,” she said. “You need to straighten up and be seen doing business if you are to get a woman to take you seriously as a long-term companion.” She cleared her throat and whispered, “Especially, if that woman is Jessica. She has spent fourteen years married to a prominent DC attorney with a potential political future. She’ll turn her nose up at a billionaire playboy who lives off his money, drinks excessively, and screws every woman he meets.”“Who said I wanted it to be Jessica? I tel
Calvin Michelson was holding a board meeting in the twentieth-floor conference room. It was an informal meeting to inform the board to what Michelson Investments was doing for the New Year. Of course, Calvin, his mother, and Charles had seats on the board. Charles hadn’t been to a board meeting in ages. His mother only attended one board meeting a year to keep up with what was going on. Walter Vanderberg IIII was from old money. A Vanderberg had been on the board since Calvin’s grandfather started the company. William L. Quarters was also from old money. His father and Calvin’s father had been best friends and business partners. William and Calvin got along and had invested in a couple of business ventures together, but they weren’t close. Boyce Dillinger was a lawyer who represented the Lockhart Group. The group was a s
The board meeting lasted an hour and a half. Calvin couldn’t catch Charles when the meeting was adjourned because of Arthur’s sniveling and whizzing at his feet. He was on the verge of a panic attack. It took Calvin twenty minutes to calm him down. Now, Calvin was on his way to Charles’s office with a purpose. He opened the glass door and walked in. He stumbled backwards at the sight of the reception area. It had been completely transformed. “When the hell did we get this done?” “Sir?” Hannah said from her brand new chair and desk. “Shit,” he mumbled and headed for Charles’s door. 
It was late Friday afternoon, and Charles was meeting with the PI that Arthur hired for him. They were in his office.“Mrs. Davis hasn’t changed her name legally, but she uses her maiden name for her professionally pursuits. It appears she is doing business with Desmond Early. He’s an art dealer and collector. He has a gallery on Fifth Avenue. She lives in Harlem with her thirteen-year-old daughter in the Chase Building. Loft number 503 on the fifth floor. The child attends The Alexander Prep Academy for Gifted Children.”Charles mulled over the information Randy had just recited. “Anything else that could be useful?”“Not really. Jessica Davis lives a pretty normal life. She goes to the grocery store, she takes her daughter to school and picks her up, she runs errands while her daughter is in school, and she works from home.”“All right. I appreciate the work you’ve done on this,” Charles
It was the night of her big cocktail party. Debbie was spending the night with a neighbor down the hall. The neighbor worked at a daycare center, and she babysat on the side. She had excellent references. Debbie had begged to stay for at least the first hour of the party, but Jessica had held her ground. This was an adult party. No matter how intelligent and mature Debbie was, she was still a thirteen-year-old girl. Jessica had hired two servers — one male, one female. They were college students looking to make an extra few bucks. They sat up the buffet for her while she got dressed. She was wearing an off-the-shoulder, white cocktail dress with red lace that lined the white underlay. She had on red heels, and her dark hair was up in a gold butterfly clip.Th