Semua Bab COSMIC HEAT: Bab 11 - Bab 20

The doctor scrawled a phone number down on a napkin and pushed it across the table. He peered at it solemnly, knowing that his entire future and perhaps even the future of the entire human race could hinged upon that simple paper napkin. Bartholomew Richardson plucked it off the table without looking and stuffed it carelessly into his shirt pocket. He didn’t say another word. He shooed the frazzled, old scientist away with a gesture of one hand and glared at the half full glass of whiskey in the other. He thought about that drink for a long time with a thousand strange possibilities roaming through his foggy mind. He nodded to himself, knowing that this drink must be his last. He let out a long sigh, his entire body seeming to deflate with it and then tossed the remainder of the cool liquid to the back of his throat. It was four very long, worrisome days before the Doctor’s phone rang. He was shocked to hear the very clear and coherent voice of Bartholomew Richardson. With all the b

The woman neither knew nor suspected the strange origin of the baby that would grow within her. She assumed only that Bartholomew Richardson had finally decided to pull his life back together and that perhaps with his own sperm and maybe even a frozen egg of his late wife’s, was ready to have another child. She was more than happy to help. She was overseen by the finest doctors and checked regularly by Doctor Matthews. Her every expense was taken care of, her every need and desire catered to, and in the end, she was compensated quite handsomely. She would never have to work again. By careful planning, the baby boy was born on January 27th, sharing his birthday with the original Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. This child, bestowed upon him by the greatest miracle of science, was no mere experiment to Bartholomew Richardson. He loved the boy as he’d loved his first. His affection was pure and he wanted only the best for his child. He named his new son Jason; the name his wife had insisted upo

“Bartholomew…Mister Richardson,” she teased with a coy smile as she pressed herself within an inch of his body, “it’s the most wonderful thing that anyone has ever done for me. “Thank you.” Then, Hannah stood up on her toes, leaning the weight of her slender body against Bartholomew with her hands on his chest and kissed him once, quickly and sweetly. Bartholomew thought that he might faint or that perhaps his pounding heart might suddenly explode inside him. Below them, the guests that remained were so enthralled with all of the other excitements of the evening that they hardly noticed that the two of them were missing. Hannah pulled away from Bartholomew slightly, surprised at what she had just done and surprised by the sensation that was rushing over her. Their eyes locked passionately and without another word, Hannah threw herself at Bartholomew as if she couldn’t stop herself. She pushed against him, this time throwing her arms around his neck, her ample breasts pressing hard a

After Jason had been born, a second family had already been selected. Like Bartholomew, they had tragically lost a son of their own. Tobias Matthews had presented them with an opportunity for one more chance. He had engineered them a child, much like Jason, cloned from the most perfect sample of DNA that he could find. Now, this child was four years old and had developed into quite a little prodigy. “You see Mister Richardson, this is the bad news. This child has already gained quite a bit of notoriety.” Matthews explained aloud what Bartholomew was already beginning to fear. “He has painted all of these pieces and next week in New York he is scheduled to have his first gallery show. “It’s getting a ton of press already. He’s only four and the media is going crazy with this. The parents…they’re not exactly being discreet anymore,” Matthews finished. There was a long, awkward silence as Bartholomew rolled this over in his mind. Talented child prodigies was hardly news but the wrong wo

An adolescent Pia had done her damnedest to dodge him. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d caught her attempting to sneak out of the executive residence unescorted. Nor had he appreciated her practical jokes and dirty tricks. When her attempts to shake him had failed, she’d lodged false charges of sexual misconduct. Shot at numerous times during his career, Brock had been seriously wounded twice and almost fatally once. Pia had been his waterloo—or would have been if Mikala Aaron, aware of her daughter’s machinations, hadn’t stepped in. Brock folded his arms across his chest. “It doesn’t have to be me. Get somebody else.” “President Aaron has requested you.” “Former President Aaron. She’s a civilian now. And we don’t report to the president anyway.” Carter sighed. “I could order you to do it.” As Cy-Ops director, Carter was Brock’s superior—technically. But the organization officially did not exist, and commanding a band of rogues who operated outside the law required finesse