Taking her hand, he led her to his apartment and opened the door.
“Do you have the entire floor?” she asked, stepping across the threshold.
“Yes. This is all me,” he said, closing the door behind them. “Go on. Walk around and make yourself at home.”
She looked back at him. The word home made her smile again. Going in his office to check his messages, he left her to formulate her own opinion about his little kingdom.
No one normally called him at home unless it was an emergency, but he checked his phone to find that he had one urgent message. He pushed the button and closed the door behind him.
“Hunter, it’s your mother,” the voice said. “I haven’t seen you in weeks, and I’m worried. Why won’t you let me see your face? What is happening? I don’t care what it is; I want to hear from you. And Mother’s Day is next Sunday. I hope that whatever you’ve been up to that you’ll come and spend the day with your mother. We are still your family, you know. I expect a call soon. I love you.”
Hunter growled at the nagging voice that pulled him back to his anchor. Having already spoken to Hanna earlier that afternoon, he knew what was happening. He was being set up by them all. Only he would not allow any of them to mess up what he had in the next room.
Stacey was the only thing in his life that was giving him some balance, and in very important and distinct ways, she had given him closure with Corina. Now the family was back to meddling, the same as they had done with his dead wife. He had to figure out a way to solve this problem before it became one. Hanging up the phone, he went back out to find Stacey.
Hunter had a very warm and inviting home with a Greco-Roman theme throughout. Everything was masterfully designed and reeked of privilege and prestige. The first thing that Stacey noticed outside of his interior was that it was extremely clean, just the way that she liked it. She knew instantly based up on his habits at her house that he had to have a maid, because Hunter was hopelessly messy.
The living room and dining room were under high wooden, vaulted ceilings with large-leaf ceiling fans and receding lights. Below were antique wood tables and furniture that Stacey assumed had Greek or Roman origins because of the columns and intricate iron.
The walls were painted in a muted beige and on each wall were photos of Greece and old painting of beautiful Greek women and men. The floors were shining with mahogany wood and elaborate rugs. In the corners were vases and statues much like her African ones.
His kitchen was very modern with stainless steel appliances, gray and black granite tops and more Greek statues and paintings. The hallways were faux painted in a marble design decorated with Danaides of Argos art.
She stopped and looked at the elaborate console table right before she entered his bedroom. A picture of his wife sat by the lamp. Picking it up, she studied Corina. She was a beautiful woman with classic Greek features. Dark curly hair lined her olive-toned face and larger aquiline nose. Her deep set eyes were wide and bright and her high cheek bones complimented her full lips and pearly white teeth.
Stacey ran her hand over the picture and looked back at Hunter, who watched her quietly. “She was beautiful,” she whispered. “I can see why you miss her.”
Hunter walked up and took the picture. Setting it down, he took her hand. “You’re beautiful. I can see why I love you.”
Leading her into the bedroom, Stacey saw which room was the selling point of the upscale condo. The lofty room was painted in a slate marble design. A king-sized bed with a beautiful slate blue and chocolate brown comforter reflected his discriminating taste. The large bay windows were covered in expensive royal empire tailored curtains. And in the corners were stone-carved lamps and large marble lions.
“Do you like it?” Hunter asked
“Do you have the entire floor?” she asked, stepping across the threshold.
“Yes. This is all me,” he said, closing the door behind them. “Go on. Walk around and make yourself at home.”
She looked back at him. The word home made her smile again. Going in his office to check his messages, he left her to formulate her own opinion about his little kingdom.
No one normally called him at home unless it was an emergency, but he checked his phone to find that he had one urgent message. He pushed the button and closed the door behind him.
“Hunter, it’s your mother,” the voice said. “I haven’t seen you in weeks, and I’m worried. Why won’t you let me see your face? What is happening? I don’t care what it is; I want to hear from you. And Mother’s Day is next Sunday. I hope that whatever you’ve been up to that you’ll come and spend the day with your mother. We are still your family, you know. I expect a call soon. I love you.”
Hunter growled at the nagging voice that pulled him back to his anchor. Having already spoken to Hanna earlier that afternoon, he knew what was happening. He was being set up by them all. Only he would not allow any of them to mess up what he had in the next room.
Stacey was the only thing in his life that was giving him some balance, and in very important and distinct ways, she had given him closure with Corina. Now the family was back to meddling, the same as they had done with his dead wife. He had to figure out a way to solve this problem before it became one. Hanging up the phone, he went back out to find Stacey.
Hunter had a very warm and inviting home with a Greco-Roman theme throughout. Everything was masterfully designed and reeked of privilege and prestige. The first thing that Stacey noticed outside of his interior was that it was extremely clean, just the way that she liked it. She knew instantly based up on his habits at her house that he had to have a maid, because Hunter was hopelessly messy.
The living room and dining room were under high wooden, vaulted ceilings with large-leaf ceiling fans and receding lights. Below were antique wood tables and furniture that Stacey assumed had Greek or Roman origins because of the columns and intricate iron.
The walls were painted in a muted beige and on each wall were photos of Greece and old painting of beautiful Greek women and men. The floors were shining with mahogany wood and elaborate rugs. In the corners were vases and statues much like her African ones.
His kitchen was very modern with stainless steel appliances, gray and black granite tops and more Greek statues and paintings. The hallways were faux painted in a marble design decorated with Danaides of Argos art.
She stopped and looked at the elaborate console table right before she entered his bedroom. A picture of his wife sat by the lamp. Picking it up, she studied Corina. She was a beautiful woman with classic Greek features. Dark curly hair lined her olive-toned face and larger aquiline nose. Her deep set eyes were wide and bright and her high cheek bones complimented her full lips and pearly white teeth.
Stacey ran her hand over the picture and looked back at Hunter, who watched her quietly. “She was beautiful,” she whispered. “I can see why you miss her.”
Hunter walked up and took the picture. Setting it down, he took her hand. “You’re beautiful. I can see why I love you.”
Leading her into the bedroom, Stacey saw which room was the selling point of the upscale condo. The lofty room was painted in a slate marble design. A king-sized bed with a beautiful slate blue and chocolate brown comforter reflected his discriminating taste. The large bay windows were covered in expensive royal empire tailored curtains. And in the corners were stone-carved lamps and large marble lions.
“Do you like it?” Hunter asked
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