Sliding Doors

[Destiny_Brent]

Two paths, two men, two destiny's to reveal.

Beauty hurried down the street, she could make it... her face set with determination. She raced down the subway entrance, she had to catch the train now, it would leave any second.

Her eyes focussed straight on the closing door of the subway train, her feet quickened racing in, barely slipping in between the door and grasping one of the poles as the subway began to move. She sighed heavily in relief not even realizing she'd dropped her purse as she headed home.

He picked it up, his finger moving to open it tentively. But it was the only way to find out who it belonged to. As he opened the wallet a smile met him, beautiful blue eyes gazed up at him framed by long brown tresses, staring up from soft pale skin, the i.d. ready Beauty Ashton. The name fit, his heart fluttered at the sight but he shook his head, fully intending to return it as he wrote down the address quickly replacing the wallet in the purse. He'd have to catch the next train, he placed the token and headed to wait for the train.

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Two paths, two men, two destiny's to reveal.

Beauty hurried down the street, she could make it... her face set with determination. She raced down the subway entrance, she had to catch the train now, it would leave any second.

Her eyes focussed straight on the closing door of the subway train, her feet quickened racing in, barely missing as the two doors closed before her. Grasping the top of one of the benches for support as she breathed quickly, out of breath, watching as the subway began to move. She sighed heavily in dissapointment as she watched it head away. She shook her head then pulled her purse over her shoulder tighter and began to walk down the road, heading home.

He stopped the car immediately, god she was a beauty! His eyes followed her just over the edge of the darkly tinted windows of the limo. He watched as she struggled with her purse and shopping bags trying to get in.

Aimway Apartments, he would remember that.


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Allright, the point of this, is our same character, Beauty running to different scenarios. In the first, she catches the train but loses her purse, and a wonderful, sweet and loving man finds it and brings it back... the relationship ensues from their.

In the other a rich, strong, handsome and charming man sees her walking home. He is a prince of a smaller country in Europe, a thick deep accent. A wonderful but dominating man who has taken a fancy to Beauty just from the small sight, she'd make a wonderful wife. Now he's a bit into the more dominate/submissive lovemaking while the other is into the missionary position, willing to try new things, but likes to keep it gentle and loving.

I'll be Beauty and I'll need to guys to pull this off!!! Thank you!

 

[mars99]

I'd love to be man number 1 if you'd like, Destiny

 

[afternooner]

destiny no. 2

I"d like to be No. 2 but can we cancel the heavy accent and though I'm dominant I like to take some time to insure my complete control. If this suits you let me know.

 

[Destiny_Brent]

Welcome

That'd be fine, welcome both of you... though I'll miss the accent

And I didn't mean the prince to be an, "I want you, I"ll take you." Type of guy, I was going for a little emotion in him

Well since the scene is set feel free to continue from it.

 

[Guest]

OOC: Robert Waters, 34, stockbroker. Tall and thin with warm brown eyes and brown hair.

There was really no doubt as to whether I would return the purse. Granted, this was New York(right?), where honesty is something most people consider optional, but the right thing to do is usually pretty clear. Yes, I did feel a little foolish carrying a purse around but again, this was New York, people had seen a whole lot stranger things.

I glanced at the address again. Well, it was out of my way but I was in no hurry and it would be nice to put a smile on her face. Her face, ah yes, her face. That too, was still etched in my mind from the quick glance I had gotten. Was Beauty her real name or just a description? At any rate, I was sure it was something she had been called many times before. As I sat on the bench waiting for the train, I wanted to take another look at her picture, but no. No need for silly day dreaming, Bob. I'll give her the purse, she'll say thank you, that'll be it. I sighed. This could be a lonely city sometimes, but there was always that hope. I couldn't stop the questions running through my mind, however. Was she married? Involved?

I ascended the subway staircase after the short ride and scouted out the address. Aimway Apartments, it said. I explained the situation to the security people downstairs. They said they'd deliver it to her but upon my insistance and a small tip, they let me up. I took a deep breath and rehearsed what I would say as I approached her door.

OK, here goes nothing. I knocked on the door and cleared my throat as I heard frenzied footsteps inside.....

 

[mars99]

Sorry, that was me! Forgot to log in....

 

[Destiny_Brent]

Completely allright

OOC: Yeah, I'm sorry, should have specefied N.Y.C. My favorite city.

IC:

As I began to put away my groceries she'd purchased that afternoon. As she put the last can of soup in the cupboard she paused a minute in thought, something was missing. She'd put away everything though.

"I'm pretty sure I got everything."

She turned around, leaning back against the counter, and stared no where's for a moment thinking. As the realization hit her, her eyes widened and mouth dropped a little.

"My purse!"

She prayed she hadn't lost it, in this city it'd be a miracle if someone actually returned it. She frantically searched the couches, table, endtable, anywhere for the missing item. No where. She plopped on the couch burying her head in her hands,

"How could I lose it!?"

She murmered into her hands, she'd just cashed her check, over 500$ in that thing. She bit her bottom lip a little as she desperately searched her mind for what to do.

The two credit cards. They'd have to be canceled, checks too.

She stood up hurrying to get the numbers for the companies and bank then towards the phone.

Just as I reached it there was a knock on the door. I tossed my head that way, and ran my fingers through my hair. I'd get the cards in a moment. I turned and hurried that way, probobally just the landlord, Oh no! Rent! She took a small peep through the viewing hole in the door.

A man in his early 30's, looking well dressed and a nervous look about him. And in his hand... was that her purse? She wasn't sure. She unlocked the door but left the chain lock on cracking the door open she smiled but remained cautious, this was New York.

"Hello?"

 

[mars99]

Bob

OOC: I love New York too!

IC-

She lived on the Upper East Side, not far from Central Park. Whatever she did for a living, she was doing pretty well. I lived close to Wall Street where I worked, close enough to walk so I wouldn't have to bother with overcrowded subways in the morning. I loved walking through the financial district anyway. There was that unmistakable energy that told you you were in the center of it all, where so much of the world's activity stemmed from.

I was Uptown now though, standing at the door of an unknown woman holding something I was sure she'd be glad to see. I knew she'd be suspicious of a random guy knocking at her door, however, so I wanted to be as pleasant as possible. That attractive face poked through the door and said hello. I smiled and held the purse up.

"Hi there. Don't mean to disturb you, but I thought you might be interested in this." I smiled and held her purse to the door. "I found it on the street in Midtown. I just wanted to return it to you."

Suspucion was the rule in New York, so I thought she might think I was a weirdo who had stolen her purse and tracked her down. One thing I was sure of though, the blue eyes peering at me through the door were just as pretty as they appeared in her picture. The door closed quickly and I waited to see if the chain lock would be undone or not....

 

[Destiny_Brent]

The man on the other side wore a polite smile as he raised up the purse. It was hers! Her face broke out in a smile but she waited for a second, studying him as he stood there. Apraising how wise it would be to even open the door. But his face was kindly, he was well dressed... probobally a broker, and that was right where she'd dropped it, Wall Street Station. She closed the door and slipped the chain lock off. Opening it about a foot she took the offered item.

"Thank you soo much, I was a second away from canceling my credit cards! Thank you so much." Her eyes shifted downwards towards the wallet tempted to open it and see if the money was still there, but she didn't. She paused briefly before opening the door a little further,

"Um... would you like a drink sir? It's the least I can do."

She brushed her hair behind her ear with one finger as he stepped in.

"I'm just going to take care of this, can I take your coat?"

Her hand grasped around the collar of the suit jacket and went down the hall to hang it, watching as he stood in the living room. She hung up the coat and sat the purse below it. She almost headed back but her fingers returned to the purse and snapped open the wallet, The money was there, all of it. She smiled in relief and let her head fall a little a deep exhale.

She then shut the door and a lot brighter headed back to help the gentleman.

 

[afternooner]

Ricardo Rivera

" Shes the one I exclaim as I watch her cross the street. Shes the one I want."

I closed the tinted window and speak to my driver.

"Juan, remember that address and take an invitation to my art exibit tommorow, here later for me. Post it in her box the way we always do.

"But Don Ricardo, She will not come, how many times before have you tried this with no success.'

"Silence, I tell Juan, this is my businees you know, don't try to interfer, I am stern but smilling I add, it's just a game and you love playing it, mi amigo." His dark evys crinkle and we begin to chuckle "si it is indeed a game.,I sit back in my seat, This one will show I tell myself. and then the game will begin.

I run my fingers through my wavy black hair and stare at my black eyes in the mirror How will I dress for this one I think, tight blue jeans and a white cotton shirt open at the neck, showing off my dark rugged skin and the thick matt of curly salt and pepper hair on my chest. And boots too the only symbol of my wealth, jewel encrusted caba yero boots.

I think about my Island home, off in the Carribean west of Spain and just below Corsica. My family lives there and I am here in New York playing with my Art collection I say playing because I bring my treasures here for my amusement mostly though I love to see people's faces light up when they see some of the most rare and priceless objects I've collected.

Some scoff and say some of the sculptures and painting are fake but that's because they're jealous of my wealth and stature and contemptous of my unigue display. in central park for all to see and enjoy.

"Take me to the hotel, Juan, I say and don't forget to take that invitation to aimway apts. I'm sure you'll find out which apartment is hers and how to get it in her box."

 

[mars99]

Bob

I was pleasantly surprised at her offer of a drink, though she did seem a bit skeptical of me. To be expected I suppose. As she took my coat the scent of her perfume wafted into my nose and what could only be described as sexual tension seemed to take over the room. I looked around at the surroundings. Very elegant and tastefully furnished. This woman was not only beautiful but seemed to have a brain to match. My interest was more than piqued.

She returned with a more relaxed smile on her face. I smiled back.

"I'm sorry. I had to look in your wallet to get your address. I promise I didn't see anything else." For some reason I felt the need to explain.

"My name is Bob. It's very nice to meet you, Beauty." I wanted to ask if that was her real name but didn't feel the moment was right yet.

She went to the kitchen to get us some drinks. I told her a glass of wine would be fine for me. As I waited in the living room, I noticed a small photograph of a man on the endtable. She returned with a bottle and two glasses and saw me looking at the photo.

"Oh, is this your husband?" I asked...

 

[Destiny_Brent]

To Afternooner:

I didn't even notice the limo as I pulled in. They were everywhere in New York, some rich guy driving around the streets, probobally didn't live here, just visiting. Practically everybody in New York City was just visiting.

She floundered a bit but eventually got her key in the hole, unlocking the apartment she headed up to room 42c. She almost lost her bags several times on the way, but finally she got in her apartment. She slapped the bags down took care of the freezer/fridge items and then plopped onto her couch tiredly. She'd take care of the rest later, later, after some rest.


To Mars99:

I couldn't help but smile at his confession and guilty flush at the admittance.

"Of course, it's allright, thank you."

Wine, Oh that bottle of Chablique(sp?) in the fridge I'd been dying to open anyways. I excused myself for a moment, telling him I'd return promptly. I popped the cork of and poured two glasses, fine tall wine goblets crested in a silver lining. My mothers.

Upon entering the living room I cought his eye on a picture on the end table. I frowned as he asked me if that was my husband shaking my head slighlty.

"No."

I let out a soft sight,

"He's my fian... was my fiance'. I guess I didn't notice that picture was still there."

I gave him a half smile then brushed away a strand of hair from my face, and with it the memory as I brightened and offered him the glass.

"So Bob, What do you do?"

 

[mars99]

Bob

"I'm a broker. Kind of a stressful job nowadays with the market the way it is." I was trying to make smalltalk to get my mind off of just how beautiful this woman was. I found myself getting lost in her eyes as we sat and enjoyed our wine. I told her more about my job, hoping I wasn't boring her, and secretly relieved that the man in the picture wasn't in the picture anymore, for her that is.

I looked at the picture once again. "Well, whoever this guy is sure missed out on a very lovely woman." I said. I knew it was rather forward for me to be flirting with a woman I'd just met, in her apartment, but I was in a risk taking mood.

"So tell me, Beauty, what is it that keeps a girl like you so busy that you're dropping your purse all over New York?"

I smiled again and leaned in a little closer as I finished off my glass of wine....

 

[afternooner]

Ricardo Rivera

I fix myself another scotch and water, heavy on the scotch. I settle back into my chair and stare out at the city far below me. Across town in central park they will be making the final arangements for my exibit. A bit extravagant I Must admit, but sometimes I enjoy being extravagant and out of the ordinary too. My friends are shaking their heads in disbelief and my enemies are insanely jealous of me. What they all don't know and they wouldn't believe it if they were told, is that this million dollar display is for one woman only. Though others may see it the purpose is to attract this one woman.


Juan thought I was crazy too. Why, Senor Ricardo You could have any woman you wanted. They all fall at your feet you are so handsome.

Yes Juan, and so rich and famous. Don't forget that and that is exactly what they want, my money and my prestige. Well I'm looking for a woman who will love me for myself. she must not know I'm rich. The one we saw today. Did you deliver the invitation, Juan

"Si senor Ricardo, She lives in that apartment building we saw her go into. Room 42C. Her name is beauty. It says so on her mailbox. That is where I put the invitation.

"Good, I reply, tomorrow we shall see her at the art show and remember, Juan, my name will be Richard Rivers"

Juan smiles" si Richard".

''You can call me Rick, Juan all my friends do." Juan chuckles, he is caught in the excitement of the game too,and tomorrow he will play it to the hilt . As Juan leaves I think "Beauty" She certainly is and tomorrow may prove to be a very interesting day indeed.

 

[Destiny_Brent]

To Mars99

A broker hmm? I have a sister who wanted to get into that. She is very talented with the market, but computers were where she ended up. Actually I guess she's kind of good at everything."

She chuckled which caused her beautiful long locks to bounce framing her face.

"I suppose she took all the talent in the family."

At his comment about my old beau I flushed,

"Thank you..."

He is so sweet, and fairly well off.. a nice guy, I'm glad he found the purse and not some creep. He's kind of cute too... hmmm..

"It's hard at first, but eventually. You just have to let go. I know the right guy will come along some day."

With a flicker of a grin I add,

"Who knows? Maybe it's you."

"Oh I don't know how I could have lost that purse..."

I shook my head recalling everything,

"Hectic hours at the hospital, too many groceries, and I just barely made the subway, I must've been to much in a hurry to notice it."

I rested my chin on my hand,

"I'm just lucky you found it. It's a miracle in New York to meet such a... great guy. Thank you again."

As he leaned forward I felt a flush come over my face but I stayed gazing a little at him, I loved how he looked at me. For some reason whenever his eyes met mine, I felt so much better, so calm... just relaxed.

"Oh I'm sorry, would you like some more?"

I shook myself out of my train of thought as I noticed his glass was completely empty. How childish, he just returned the purse, nothing more than that.

 

[Destiny_Brent]

To Afternooner

Beauty wandered out that morning to get her mail, finally a day off, after so many 12 to 20 hours shifts she was definately ready for something calm and relaxing to do. She mused over the idea of needing a vacation, but with no one to go with it seemed a boring idea. A soft sigh,

"Well Beauty you're cursed to be a workaholic..."

She chuckled as she brushed her hair behind her ear, bouncing softly down the stairs. Her eyes fell on her box and she opened it. The trip from the bottom of the stairs to her box, that 5 second trip was always one of her favorite parts of the day, the anticipation, that today, something wonderful would be in it. Something extraordinary, an old friend, a free trip to hawaii, the winning ticket to the lotto! Anything! She opened her box tentively,

Nope. Nothing.

Same old same old, a few bills, a couple of flyers, nothing big. She turned to go when she saw something out of the corner of her eye, this was different. She pulled out the letter frm the small box, an invitation. She opened it, oh... dang. Just another Charity art show. Hmmm It wasn't for charity... none of her colleagues had sent it... odd. She shrugged and pocketed the card,

"Sounds like something I can do tonight. I do like art, and it'd be nice to see some of the rare pieces. I've heard it's a good exhibit, Mr. Ricardo had soo many amazing acquizitions."

She mumbled to herself as she went up the stairs to get prepared.

 

[CourtesanBeryl]

Afternooner is GONE for good

OOC: Excuse me to intrude....

All of a sudden, Afternooner has told me today he will not write on the internet anymore... to dedicate himself to his RL family.
I asked him to warn everyone he's been co-writing with and he hasn't done so.
If this sad news hurts you, please know that I share your pain. I've been crying over it ever since he told me.

 

[Guest]

Bob

"Well, your sister may be good at everything but there's no way she could outdo you in the looks department." I said honestly. Her hair cascaded over her neck and shoulders and she had the prettiest smile I could ever remember seeing. I never really believed in love at first sight before but this was as close as I had ever gotten.

She seemed a little shy but quite receptive to my comments and she seemed to be at ease with me. I was taken by surprise by her offhand comment that I might be "her guy". It might have been the wine talking but my heart still skipped a beat anyway. This was going well so far.

We held each other's gaze as she told me about her purse adventure, such beautiful blue eyes, I thought, only catching part of what she was saying as I daydreamed about what might be.

"You're welcome, Beauty. I must admit, after I saw your picture, there was no way I was going to pass up the chance to return it personally."

"Sure, I'll have another glass, but let me help you." We both stood up and grabbed my glass at the same time, my hand wrapped around hers, our faces inches from each other as we paused for a second, looking at each other before chuckling nervously and breaking away.

"OK, it's all yours" I said smiling.

She laughed and took my glass back to the kitchen. I casually looked her up and down as she walked away from me and was quite pleased with what I saw. The wine and pleasant company had made me quite relaxed. I loosened my tie and sunk back into the couch, awaiting her return....

 

[mars99]

That was me of course. Damn computer!!

 

[Destiny_Brent]

... double post ...

 

[Destiny_Brent]

I flushed again, bringing my hand to my forehead and looking down briefly, hiding from his gaze. That soft and sincere smile brightened his face.

When my eyes turned back up he was still gazing, still smiling. My eyes cought his and I couldn't help but feel my heart flutter, what was that.... How could I fall for a guy so quickly, I hardly knew Bob.

I wet my lips a bit, he was so kind... and something... something in his eyes I think made me feel he was sincere... but then that's what I thought about Ben... I flushed and reached for the glass... our hands met.

In that brief second of electricity I looked up and my eyes met his, our faces so close, I held my breath for a brief second... there would be a kiss... but he pulled back.

Ben, my old beau, would have taken that moment immediately, embraced in a flamed kiss and drug me off to the bedroom... I found myself glad he hadn't kissed me. Though I so wanted him to. I didn't know why my heart was cought in my throat, I really didn't know him. I took his glass and made a small laugh as I turned from him, trying to break the gaze.

I took the glass to the other room and sat it down. Leaning palms down on the counter I stood for a second catching my breath, and gathering my thoughts. He was so handsome... so kind... it had been a while since I'd met an actual nice guy.

I took his glass and refilled it... but before I took it out I kind of peeked around the corner. He was leaning back casually on the couch smiling and gazing at pictures of me that were around the house. His smile was sincere, there didn't really seem to be anything behind it... I found myself smling as I watched him in silence. But as his eyes averted to the hall and saw me I hurriedly pushed myself out as if I were just walking out of the kitchen.

"Here you are."

I sat the new chilled glass in his hand and rested for a moment as his fingers wrapped around the glass just under mine, but I drew back and sat next to him on the loveseat. I sat for a moment searching for a topic... searching for something to say, in the not sooo awkward silence.

"Have you seen the new show down on the strip? Aida?"

Broadway was always a good subject for me, even if it was somewhat my sour grapes.

 

[Guest]

ain bringing my hand to my forehead and looking down briefly for a moment hiding from his gaze, a soft and sincere smile on his face. When my eyes turned back up he was still gazing, still smiling. My eyes cought his and I couldn't help but feel my heart flutter, what was that.... How could I fall for a guy so quickly, I hardly knew Bob. I wet my lips softly, he was so kind... and something... something in his eyes I think made me think he was sincere... but then that's what I thought about Ben... I chuckled and reached for the glass... our hands met. And in that brief second of electricity I looked up and our my eyes met his, our faces so close, I held my breath for a second... there would be a kiss... but he pulled back. Ben, my old beau, would have taken that moment immediately, embraced in a flamed kiss and drug me off to the bedroom... I found myself glad he hadn't kissed me. Though I so wanted him to. I didn't know why my heart was cought in my throat, I really didn't know him. I took his glass and made a small laugh as I turned from him, trying to break the gaze.

I took the glass to the other room and sat it down. Leaning palms down on the counter I stood for a second catching my breath, and gathering my thoughts. He was so handsome... so kind... it had been a while since I'd met an actual nice guy.

I took his glass and refilled it... but before I took it out I kind of peeked around the corner. He was leaning back casually on the couch smiling and gazing at pictures of me that were around the house. His smile was sincere, there didn't really seem to be anything behind it... I found myself smling as I watched him in silence. But as his eyes averted to the hall and saw me I hurriedly pushed myself out as if I were just walking out of the kitchen.

"Here you are."

I sat the new chilled glass in his hand and rested for a moment as his fingers wrapped around the glass just under mine, but I drew back and sat next to him on the loveseat. I sat for a moment searching for a topic... searching for something to say, in the not sooo awkward silence.

"Have you seen the new show down on the strip? Aida?"

Broadway was always a good subject for me, even if it was somewhat my sour grapes.

"I haven't seen Aida yet, but I've seen just about every other show. My sister is an actress. She's an understudy in Miss Saigon, so I've seen that one more times than I can remember."

She was sitting right next to me now, the scent of her perfume further intoxicating my senses. It was way too soon to even think about kissing her, right? I mean, we had just met, hadn't even gone out on a date yet or anything. She seemed interested, but one wrong move in this situation could get me in a lot of trouble.

But I hadn't felt this way about a woman in a long time. Since my wife died 3 years ago, I really hadn't dated much at all. Maybe it was time for me to get back in the swing of things. In glancing at her bookshelves, I had noticed a small collection of erotic literature and art. This certainly had my interest piqued.

I shifted a little closer to her and faced her, staring into her deep, searching eyes.

"I see you like to read, hmm" I said, gesturing toward the bookshelves....

 

[Destiny_Brent]

Ignore the above post by unregistered

...

 

[mars99]

Bob

OOC: Sorry Destiny, that post was mine I was having log in problems but they're fixed. Here's the post in more readable format:

IC-

"I haven't seen Aida yet, but I've seen just about every other show. My sister is an actress. She's an understudy in Miss Saigon, so I've seen that one more times than I can remember."

She was sitting right next to me now, the scent of her perfume further intoxicating my senses. It was way too soon to even think about kissing her, right? I mean, we had just met, hadn't even gone out on a date yet or anything. She seemed interested, but one wrong move in this situation could get me in a lot of trouble.

But I hadn't felt this way about a woman in a long time. Since my wife died 3 years ago, I really hadn't dated much at all. Maybe it was time for me to get back in the swing of things. In glancing at her bookshelves, I had noticed a small collection of erotic literature and art. This certainly had my interest piqued.

I shifted a little closer to her and faced her, staring into her deep, searching eyes.

"I see you like to read, hmm" I said, gesturing toward the bookshelves....

 

[Destiny_Brent]

lol, I didn't really look at it, thought it was mine

"Really? That's amazing, I love Miss Saigon, I saw it last week... what's her name?"

I nod,

"I think I've seen her."

As I smile I notice his eyes shift to my bookshelf, then return back to me. I glance that way just as he glances back gesturing,

"Yeah,"

I flushed realizing some of my adult collection was in there, he probobally hadn't noticed them.

"I love art and literature, I'm a culture freak I guess."

I let a soft giggle escape my lips as he turned back. I must have leaned forward while he was looking because when he turned back his face was inches from mine. I took a quick breath and gave a half smile,

"Um..."

I brushed my hair nervously brushing my hair back from my forehead and pulled back a little. I never fellt his fast for a guy my mind kept me in control, but if he asked me out right now, I'd definately say yes. I was on the edge of my seat with anticipation, hoping he'd ask.