Thread: [ Rupphausin & Tortoise ] When A Fairytale Fades Away;;

Devon Chandler was a man who could have any woman, and he had a number of women who did want him. but he wanted Desiree Montagne and intended to have her. He knew more than he should, more about James' company and family than any of them wanted to know. He was the proverbial wild card, and he was wild. His mother, a not so disgraced WASP with British wealth and breeding in her family had married his father, a Cajun and Creole blooded Louisiana man of substantial means, before he went off to war. His father had died, leaving his mother and him with more money than they could ever hope to spend. His father and Robert Chandler had not only been business men, but treasure hunters who had found several of the lost caches that they made certain were lost forever from being proven found. Chandler was the Anglicized name of Robert's mother's family, Nobles who had supported Bonnie Prince Charlie in his attempt to gain the British throne but managed to keep their titles and wealth. Robert's fathers side were Italian, Spanish, and French blended, many of whom were the intermarriages of nobles using the multiple international legal loopholes to hide their fortunes when they were made by riding the edge of legality. Robert and his mother married to keep the wealth and the treasures, and Devon himself was still living off a mere portion while not having to really work for anything. He had multiple occupations, all legal and all leaving him enough time to pursue his one fascination Desiree. James had brought him into an investment opportunity on the promise of fast return, and he had not been lying just Devon had let him think their meetings had been by chance. The truth was, he had been a dalliance of Desiree's that she had forgotten, a torrid and intense three week fling that nether had intended to every grow into anything. As Devon watched her get closer to where he was sitting, however, he remembered all of the measures that he had used by pure accident. When they met the first time, he was pretending to be someone else, a game he liked to play to get away from the life he had. He loved to role-play, and he had mastered the most subtle ways of altering his voice so he could make people believe he was someone else. With only a little make-up and contacts that altered his eyes and maybe a predominant prop or three, he had convinced people, especially women, of many things. He had even seduced both James' mother and sister on separate occasions years before, both of them thankful that he only contacted them for the occasional paltry amount of blackmail that he stopped after some convoluted circumstance. Desiree was different entirely, and when he learned about James being her fiance, he had no choice but to pursue things. He had learned just how much she didn't really know in the couple of years he knew James very well. He had been introduced as a friend of the family, mainly because he had money, to her before that. He focused on spending gradually more time with the man, and he steadily grew to not like him more and more. He had tricked James into asking for a double blind prenuptial agreement just in case they eloped, as he learned that James' fortunes were heavily involved in activities even he would not partake in at his most roguish. None of her family's money or possessions could ever be mingled with his without the Giovanni family having to reveal where they really got there money... or how they really got control of the five companies that Giovanni Enterprises used to be. But as he slowly smoothed his dark brown hair with a lightly tanned hand, he focused his jade eyes on her as she came closer. He had everything planned down to the tee, having been getting her very carefully ready for that entire time. He had been in her place with her knowledge, but she did not know about the gear that had been softly playing the subliminal suggestive recordings that set up the subtle but deeply rooted triggers that he was going to use to get her to come with him. He was dressed still as he had been for the rehearsal dinner, but he was going to take her straight to large yacht, which in fact was his home. It also was going to be the way he was going to take her from James, as James was going for his last dalliance of his own. The prostitute knew exactly what to do and when to call both sets of parents, hers first, and in the chaos they would then find the note he had wrote. He waved, gesturing her over to sit with him when she reached his location. He had let her pick this place, knowing that she would remember all of the times herself when she wanted to be alone with him, and now he was going to really start bringing her over to what he was wanting. She still did not remember him from that first time, but he and had talked about things before, as well as done things together. Now, however, he was going to really begin bringing her over to his way of thinking in his own way.