Obsession, Possession, Control

Lies, even if they are of the most sincere kind, are the mainstay of our world, they take the sting out of the truth, allow evil to flourish and of if you are lucky keep the wolf at bay long enough for you to gather your wits. Minxie decided that she would lie to me yet again, the girl does not appear to appreciate that I am not, no—I should say that I am never fooled by her little voyages into deception. You might then ask of me, why did I allow this blatant attempt at deception to occur if I was aware it was happening. As one who has grown up with the foundation of a magnificent dynasty beneath him I am forced to admit that rarely does life afford me any surprises, until of course a little girl decided to thwart my rightful ownership, the possession of her, body and soul. Therefore, instead of allowing her to perturb me by her pretense I found myself torn between having her followed to discover the truth and the delicious anticipation of whatever plot she has planned to foil me.

I decided to leave her to whatever designs she has upon my being, the thought of her gathering her band of incompetent misfits together to arrange my demise, in either the literal or figurative sense managed to keep me entertained the remainder of the day. I knew she was either going to use her visit to the compound to either rid me of her or rid her of me but either way my precious was going to be under my roof. The die have been cast and however they may fall will not matter as I have determined the outcome of this visit, the girl will grace my bed, grace my life and her blood will mingle with mine as we shall continue our legacy with offspring of the most superior nature.

I watched her car drive past as she continued her charade, how sweet she is to provide me with a floor show and I would call Caspar to share in the entertainment but Minxie is too precious to share with anyone in any realm. Aware that in the interim of waiting for her to come to me, the lust that controls my every waking moment could possibly destroy me, so instead I sink into the aloof universe in which my sister lives. It is a family trait that manages to keep the Dubois family from too many rash moments, our ability to compartmentalize our lives and draw the down the blanket of indifference when in the throes of emotional turmoil.

Minxie lied and I played along, for we were familiar with this game with its unspoken yet designated rules. She plans and I lay in wait for their fruition, the seduction now an obsession for us both, as her veins burn with the same passions as mine and I cannot but savour how alike we are in our fierce determination to win. A minion calls to tell me that she is having coffee with the secretary of the wine baron leaving me to ponder, a chance encounter or an unexpected spanner in the works? Miss Neal has always had the wisdom to keep out of my path, even during my social visits to the Vanderhag, she was the ghost in the machine, running their world with an efficiency that I would have enjoyed stealing for my empire had her eyes not reflected the same disgusting longing as my sister’s. Another woman mooning over a man chained to his history. When will they learn that he is not going to risk losing his precious inheritance to any woman and so the ornamental wife stays.

I stayed in the office until dark for my house was a hotbed of activity preparing for the arrival of the guest of honour. As the dark fell upon the city and lights started to flicker in buildings and streets, a hush seemed to encompass all around me. I enjoyed the silence for a moment as soon enough all hell was about to break loose.

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