A few days later, the Roades came back with lawyers and all four of our social workers.
“We want to adopt you,” Susan says to everyone in the room.
“All of us?” I instantly blurt out.
“Yes, of course. We would never break up a family. Baron said you were brothers and now you can be our sons.” Needless to say, we all agreed.
Stepping outside I feel cold, but it’s not freezing. Susan thought ahead and brought coats for each of us, which is a first for me. I only had enough to get by with and decided to leave it all behind.
Driving from the inner city to the suburbs, I am amazed by the sheer size of the houses. In Winnetka, driving into a subdivision there is nothing but mansions. Turning and going up a hill, we pull up in front of a house, my mouth drops open. It’s one of the biggest houses I have ever seen.
“This is where you live?” Marquise asks, breaking the silence that lasted the entire drive.
“We do,” Kieran says.
“And we hope you’ll come to think of it as your home too,” Susan says, turning in the passenger seat to look in the backseat.
Later that night, Susan comes in and turns off the lights in my very own bedroom.
“Susan!” I shout before she can close the door.
“Yes, sweetie?” She asks, pausing at the door.
“Thank you for coming back,” I whisper.
She comes back to my bed and wraps me in her motherly arms. I soak every ounce of comfort from her. It is the first time I have felt safe and loved. I am overly warm, fed, and so are my brothers. It will take some getting used to, but I’ve never been happier.
I vow here and now, to never disappoint Kieran and Susan.Chapter OneBaronMarch 2020Being the Chief Communications Officer of Roades Information Systems, I get to design the strategy of how we communicate as an organization. It means, I also get to deal with media relations. My team and I work daily with all the local news outlets, as well as social media entities.
Roades Information Systems is a multibillion-dollar, multinational software creation company that has skyrocketed in the last five years. The four of us have put our sweat and blood into the company. It’s actually Princeton’s baby, but he brought all of us in at the very beginning and we built the company from the ground up together.
Our first investor was Kieran, also known these days as Dad. He and Mom sent each of us to the college of our choosing. And the rest is history. They’re not at home very much anymore, since they have to be in DC due to dad being a Senator for the State of Illinois.
I am currently in a not high end, but not low-end restaurant named, The Lady’s Den, in downtown Chicago with the President of a National Network. Ordinarily I take them to expensive, hundred-dollar steak establishments. However, the moment I met Morty, I knew he wouldn’t require such class. We would like to get a commercial spot during next year’s big football game, which means I am winning and dining the guy.
Personally, I think all he wants to do is use the trip as an excuse to cheat on his wife. He has asked me to set up an outing to a strip club, but I firmly shut that shit down. I don’t condone cheating, nor do I frequent strip clubs. We’ve barely sat down at the table when he starts that fucking shit again.
“I really would like to go to a strip club after dinner,” he says looking over the menu.
“You are welcome to do so, Morty. Unfortunately, I will not be joining you.” I told him for the fourth time since I picked him up at the airport.
“You don’t have to be such a fuddy-duddy, Baron. Really, it’s just a strip club,” he says. Thankfully I don’t have a chance to respond, because at that precise moment the most beautiful woman in the world comes to our table with her order pad and pen at the ready. I am momentarily stunned. Her deep red hair captures my attention first, even though the rest of her is just as stunning.
“Good evening. My name is Frannie and I’ll be your server for the evening. Can I get you started with drinks from the bar? Or perhaps an iced tea or soda?” She asks. Her French-tinged accent is sexy as fuck. I have to adjust my cock under the table.
“I’ll have a scotch and water,” Morty tells her.
“I’ll take a Cosmo,” my assistant, Laurie, says. She is here to take notes and knows my feelings about drinking on the clock but ignores my preferences as always. I wish I could fire her, but for some fucking reason that’s not a part of my job.