Not sure how many more excerpts I’ll be sharing, but enjoy. “ICON” has certainly stolen the attention away from “Daddy”. It seems that all stages of my literary adventure is teaching me something new. During this one, a new phrase “creative summons”. ~GD
After cutting through the thick sea of press, fans, and photographers, Traci made it safely inside The Huntington event center into another ocean of people, but many of them were peers in the industry. The Huntington Event Center was one of the world’s most exclusive venues, and wasn’t accessible to the every day commoners. It was donated and dedicated by T. K. Huntington, one of the richest business tycoons on the planet. His estimated worth was somewhere in the neighborhood of 50 billion dollars. T. K. became one of the most eligible bachelors in the world after loosing his wife, Shayla, to breast cancer late 1995.
There was this rumor that had been in circulation for years, about T. K. and Hubert. Apparently T. K. Huntington despised Hubert Cole with a passion. Supposedly, it didn’t start out that way . From what Traci had been told, T. K. and Hubert used to be best friends. The two met years ago during their freshman year while attending an exclusive ivy-league college located on the east coast. She assumed it was either Yale or Harvard. The source never disclosed which one.
They remained close for several years after graduation, until Hubert ruined everything. Before things soured, T. K. asked Hubert to be best man at his wedding. After he agreed, T. K. told Hubert that he was marrying, Shaylan Whetherfort, his childhood sweetheart. Hubert was elated, and quickly accepted the invitation.
The luxurious wedding went off without a hitch, and immediately following the lavish reception, the newlyweds jetted off to one of the most affluent countries in the world, Monaco. T. K. had immersed himself in romantic bliss, so he didn’t see the looming darkness that awaited. As far as he was concerned, he had finally married the girl of his dreams, and life was perfect.
At least he thought it was.
Betrayal. A heinous act without moral boundaries, unlimited in possibility. Origin of the crime determines the severity of impact. From a stranger damage is minimal, but when initiated by the man you called friend, it takes part of your soul.
Shayla was forbidden fruit that Hubert had to bite. He had never lain eyes on a woman so astonishingly lovely an exotic before in all of his life. Her smooth , even, mahogany skin-tone intrigued him, and that sweet pleasant fragrance she wore filled the immediate air around her and it was intoxicating. Regardless of the brotherly friendship between he and T. K. Huntington, he had to take a bite. Besides, he always considered friendship to be just another sacrifice you had to make to get what you wanted.
Surprisingly, the marriage did survive the infidelity; however, the friendship between he and Hubert did not. Over the years, and in spite of their personal differences, they would still enter business ventures together.
Avid readers and other creatives are probably the only ones whom truly understand the spirit of writer. It’s almost like a spirit dictates to you relentlessly. ~GD
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