Michael Hunt

Tuesday, the 3rd of May.

05:33pm

Grand father was rarely ever at home, except on some rare occasions like maybe he was tired or sick or maybe he just wanted to be away from every one else, and that was about the only time you could find grand father at home and he was always mostly in his office too, and this time, grand father was at home because he needed to relax and be away from people for a while but right now, grand father was doing neither of that.

Grand father Hunt sat behind the huge, custom made, polished oak desk in his office, a ton of files lined one side of the table and in front of him was one open file which he was working on, reviewing and signing. The office curtains were mostly drawn, allowing only the littlest light from the outside to filter into the room.

The furnitures in the office were all dark coloured, from the dark brown wooden ceiling, to the deep red rugs, nothing in here could reflect the light and it was all how grand father had wanted his office to be like.

Michael sat on one of the dark brown, leather sofa, his head in one hand and the other hand gripping on tightly to a glass of liquor. His grip on the glass grew tighter as he listened to grand father continue talking. Chester was coming back home, he was coming back into the company.

“I have already called him to come back and he said that he would, so we would be expecting him by tomorrow.”

Michael looked up at grand father, his inability to hide his displeasure was evident in his tone of voice. “What is he coming back for? After all the years he was away, you are just going to let him waltz back in here? Back to the company?”

“It is his company too and it is my wish and decision that he returns. He would have to take over me some day.”

“But I am here! Or am I not?” Michael suddenly got up and walked towards grand father, his arms stretched outwards beside him. “I have been here, beside you all these years, have I not? Do you not think I am capable of handling things? Of running things around here?”

“He is the apparent heir and I…”

“And what exactly am I?” Michael chuckled, setting his glass down on the desk. “Just some illegitimate grand son of yours?”

Grand father dropped the file in his hands and took off his reading glasses, looking up to Michael, he replied. “Chester is coming back to take over his inheritance and I implore you to be of your best behaviour. He will be present for the stake holders meeting.”

  Michael frowned. “The stake holders meeting?”

“That is all Michael, leave me to be alone now.” Grand father said strictly, sending him out of the office.

Michael stood a while, just watching the man he had grown up with all his life, the one person he had lived and tried and struggled hard to impress all his life. Anger swelled up in him as he thought more and more about Chester, the privileged son of the Hunt family and apparently the apple of grand father’s eyes. He turned and stormed out of the office, slamming the door shut hard on his way out.

Grand father looked up from the files after Michael was gone and he sighed, maybe he had been harsh on the boy when all he ever wanted to do was to prove himself but he and Chester were not exactly the same even though they had been fathered by the same man, to grand father, Michael was a mistake by his son’s recklessness that should never have happened. He did not hate him, he was after all still his grand son but he still much rather prefer Chester to him. Chester was the legitimate grand son and the heir of the Skyline businesses.

Grand father reached across the table and pressed a button on the intercom.

“Yes grand father.” Daniel’s voice, his right hand man, sounded through it.

“Come to the office.”

*  *  *  *  *

06:54pm

Tribeca, Manhattan was most alive during the night times, the chilling spring night breeze flowed through the city and it provided the perfect weather for the exciting club life as the temperature within contrasted sharply against the cool evenings, but it was not just the warmth that drew people in, it was the fun, it was the excitement, it was the entertainment and it was the feeling that came with thrill seeking and Skyline club gave the most of that, it was the most popular of all the clubs in the area and beyond.

Inside the club, at the very far corner of the VIP section, Michael sat with a few of his friends who were drinking and throwing some money at the girls that danced for their entertainment, but Michael was not in the mood for any kind of entertainment right now, what he wanted to do was to get drunk, to get high and wasted because he was already feeling wasted. His grand father was really a cruel man.

“Get out.” Michael said in a low voice but they were not able to hear him above the blasting music and the loud cheers.

“I said get out!” He repeated, smashing the glass in his hands on the floor, that got the attention of the people in his private VIP section and they stopped what they were doing. “All of you! Out now! Get these girls out!” He shouted.

The girls quickly left in a hurry as his friends turned their attention back on him. “What is your deal man? You just ruined the fun.”

“Well that is a good thing then!” He spat out tom them, grabbing a half empty bottle of alcohol and gulping it down. He stopped and swallowed, then in a low voice, he added. “My old man wants to take the fun out of my own life.”

“Michael.” A guy to his left held on to the bottle and yanked it out of his hands. “Get a hold of yourself.”

“Do you know that run away is returning?” Michael announced in a mumble.

“Who?”

“That run away, grand father’s boy, Chester. He is coming back to take over the business. Some thing I have been running successfully in his absence and he would just come in and snatch every thing I have worked for!” Michael yelled, grabbing another bottle and throwing it against the wall, smashing it and spilling its contents all over the floor.

“And so what if he comes back, is that what has gotten you all worked up like this?”

“Why would it not!” He barked at his friend. “Why would it not?”

“You forget who you are Michael. You are the CEO of Skyline hotels and clubs, you have been there the longest, you have the influence over most of the decision making. You are a Hunt, Michael Hunt.”

Michael smiled to himself and sat up properly. He chuckled. “Yes, Michael Hunt of the Skyline hotels and clubs.”

Michael Hunt, a handsome but rude son of the Hunt family, born five years after Chester by his father’s mistress. He was made the CEO of the Skyline hotels and clubs by Grand father because of his extravagant lifestyle or his extravagant life style got him the post as the most qualified in his ability to spend and draw the women in, and where ever women flocked into, the men followed, and the men who followed were men who were also willing to spend, most of them wanting the attention would spend more that what Michael threw around to  get the attention of the ladies. This technique was unknown to Michael because he was just being his extravagant self but Grand father had capitalized on that, it brought in the ladies who brought in the men who brought in the money. The business was booming.

Being the second son of the Hunt family, Michael’s involvement in the Hunt family was one that was not planned for. Born into the Hunt family by a mistress, whose pregnancy, agreeably, was the mistake of Richard Hunt, Chester’s father. And he had also taken after his father’s habits, his extravagant spending, careless living and his love for the girls of New York, Michael would have numerous women in his bed as long as they caught his fancy and were willing. And they were always willing to come to him because Michael was forever willing to throw his money around.

And yet, for some blood line reasons, Grand father still did not trust him with the reins of the company, or he just did not want to give it to him because he had a legitimate grand son. Of course. Michael had a lot of control over the hotels and clubs, but above all, he wanted control over the main company, the Skyline travelling agency, because it was under neath that that the real business was, where the most of the money was flowing in from. The under ground works of Skyline.

It was a secret business known to only a few of their business partners and Michael wondered if Chester already knew about this particular line of business which Skyline ran under ground. But he would relax, just like his friends advised, and watch how all this reunion would unfold, as long as no one would contend with him over the position he had right now, then he would be okay for now. Now he would wait for Chester’s return.

Something in the distance caught his attention and he wiped his eyes to make sure he had seen what he had seen correctly. He blinked and focused more, yes, he had definitely seen correctly. He signaled to a waitress close by and directed her to the girl in the very revealing and short dress, sitting by the bar.

“Looks like some one is out to have fun tonight!” a friend of his teased, slapping him playfully on the back.

Michael chuckled and gulped down the last liquid in the bottle he held before setting it down carelessly. “Now guys, this is where I send you out of this chamber, I want to be alone with an angel tonight.”

His friends laughed and one by one, they left him alone. Michael kept his eyes on the girl, watching as the waitress walked up to her and whispered in her ear, pointing in his direction. The girl turned to look at him and Michael lifted his hand in a wave. The girl blushed and looked away briefly, smiling at the waitress who nodded and walked away.

Michael kept his eyes on the girl the whole time as she stood up from the stool and made her way across the floor to his VIP chamber, her smile was inviting and her body was intoxicating. As soon as she was close enough and within arms reach, Michael grabbed her hand and pulled her on top of himself. She gasped at the sudden action.

“Now,” He breathed into her neck. “Where did this beautiful butterfly flutter in from, huh?”

The girl blushed and tried to pull herself up from his body but Michael seized her waist and held her in place. He liked the curve of her body and the smell of her hair, her exposed skin on her back was smooth to the touch and he gently caressed it.

“Mr. Michael, allow me sit, this position is rather uncomfortable.” She blushed, her eye lashes fluttering.

Michael smirked. “You know my name. That is not surprising. And what is yours, angel?”

“It is Trisha.” She replied.

“Well Trisha,” He planted a kiss on her neck and felt her body vibrate and respond to his kiss and touches. “How about you come and keep me company?” He kissed her again and she gasped softly, Michael groaned, gripping her waist tighter.

“Mr. Michael…” Trisha started but he hushed her with a finger to her lips.

“Hush now baby doll, call me Michael.”

09:41pm

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