Richard X George Novels & Stories

He felt the hollow ache in his chest—not for the woman who had just left, but for the one he had managed to push away with his own inability to be honest. ​His phone rang. ​He pulled it out. The caller ID made the air in the room feel thin. ​Richard. ​He waited until the third ring to answer. "Richard." ​"Xavier!" The voice was boisterous, filled with the fake, booming warmth of a senator on the campaign trail. "I'm so glad I caught you. I hope I'm not interrupting your... evening activities." ​"What do you want, Richard?" ​"Now, now. Is that any way to talk to family? I’ve been reading the tabloids, Xavier. They’re saying you’ve found yourself a companion. A Miss Scarlett Voss? The name sou

She smiled. "You're keeping count?" "Unfortunately." Queen laughed. George looked at her for a moment. There was something about the sound. He liked it. More than he should. Before he could say anything, Richard approached. "Mr. Williams." George turned. "We need to discuss the eastern section." "Of course." George looked at Queen. "Coming?" Richard noticed the question. Queen nodded. "Yes." The three of them walked toward the eastern side of the property. Richard listened as George and Queen discussed the plans.