Thread: The Forbidden Apple (ShowmeyouLoveme x Orpheus001)

James Wytte was a guy who had everything he could ask for. Money, Girls, A Famous Name, and the looks, the problem with all of that was he needed more substance in his life than form. Although he was brought up in a lifestyle where people were shallow and never looked past the others designer outfits. He had somehow managed to escape the shallowness. He yearned for people who were more like him, the only problem with that was, he could not be seen hanging out with a kid from downtown. That would ruin the family name as his father put it. The standards set before him were quite high and the expectation that he would live to those standards. His hate for his Society and Social standing was not only because of the shallowness but because his father although seemingly the perfect figurehead of excellence on the outside was not even an ounce of it inside. He saw his father once maybe twice a year since he was only 9. His mother had died when he was only 5 and since then he had only grown up with maids or nannies. That was probably one of the reasons why he had hated the life he had, even though so many would kill for it. It wasnt the fact that he was ungrateful it was merely the fact that there was a lack of genuine love in his life. The thirst to prove himself and get his fathers approval in any way or form, he had gone to business school finished top of his class and yet was ignored by his father for the most part. Even though he had been quite good, his father did not want James anywhere near the business. He had a trust fund and that was all it was. Money was all he had for his son, and James had made his peace with the fact. Once that was done he focused and used his trust fun to open a chain of restaurants. It was something he enjoyed and loved. They had gained quite a bit of popularity and now worked as a nice distraction from his otherwise boring life. James Lived at the end of Wytt street named after his fore fathers who had all been living on the same street in the same mansion that he now lived in. His room held a lesser view, of the street overlooking all the other houses from the end of the street. It had been the same view every morning with the trophy wives getting up in the morning and peeking in on neighbors and gossiping about who had an affair with who. Or who had been wearing the least expensive dress at a party. The Wytte family was above the gossiping and if his father had any interest in James, he would have been bombarded with proposals for marriage from various other families. But that was not the case, his father rarely attended any parties and as such it was his duty to represent the family. The early morning jog was the few times when he found himself really happy. It was a time when he could blend into the crowd and just be like many of the other people around the city. He looked out of his window and saw the usual sprinklers going the wives either talking over the fences or looking through the windows at each other. The only irregularity in that perfect or rather mundane image was the house which had just recently been occupied. Every morning since the last few days the house was sold there had been no such activity. James had first planned to buy the house as a bachelor pad for his friends since he was not allowed to throw parties in the mansion, but he had waited too long and the family had paid a higher price for the place. That was the usual schedule he had looking out of the window and then turning around to change into his running clothes. He stepped out of his room and jogged down the stairs as the maids greeted him. The only person he really adored talking to was the woman who had raised him and that had grown harder now as she too in fear of losing her job had distanced herself from James on his fathers orders. He smiled at her and wished her a good morning before he stepped out of the house and headed straight towards the road ahead. There was a park not too far away from the Mansion. He had never seen a single person get out of their homes for a jog, everyone in this neighborhood competed over the best exercising machines or gyms. His usual routine lead him right past the house of his new neighbors and that was the route he had taken again. The fresh air was quite wonderful It wasnt very long before he saw a large movers truck pull in to the street and stop right before the house. His jog had taken maybe 5-10 minutes for him to get there as he approached the large house he heard a woman inside the house. There was no car outside which probably meant her husband or boyfriend wasnt home. The gossiping ladies outside could be heard laughing at her. This was not the first time either although no one said it out loud they all talked about each other behind their backs. Maybe today would be different? James opened the small gate to the fence as he saw one of the two guys go into the house with the boxes he waited till he was out and he knocked on the door lightly waiting for an answer, even though it was open, it was only polite