Wild Affair
Chapter 1
Pursuing a degree in fashion was never easy. The odds of actually finding a job, of actually making it big with a degree that usually ends up hiding away in some drawer as you work a nine to five mundane job at some investment firm, were very slim. But, with daddy’s money backing her up, what did Felicia Kelly have to lose?
She could have dropped out of college at any point in time and her father would have bailed her out. Her father, Morris Kelly, knew all about being bad, about following unrealistic dreams. When he was younger he was a typical bad boy. He used to ride a motorcycle (without a helmet) to school, he used to get into fights, he used to get hurt, and he used to get arrested. If you wanted a perfect bad boy, with the gorgeous looks and the midnight charm that got you in bed in a moment’s notice, that got any girl dripping wet, Morris Kelly was your man.
Everyone thought Morris’ bad boy tendencies would vanish once they heard of Meagan Trinity’s pregnancy. Morris and Meagan had been dating since freshman year of high school. They were the typical good girl bad boy relationship.
Good girls always end up falling for the bad boys, there is just something in their eyes, something in their looks that makes girls fall for them, makes them want to fix the tattered souls of the streets. Meagan was no different. She fell for this boy, she fell for him hard, until she was carrying his child.
Everyone thought this would make Morris change. It didn’t. Instead, Morris led a double life. He was a bad boy in the streets but a saint in his home. No one treated Meagan better than Morris did. He was good to her in every way possible, but he wasn’t so good to the people in his rival gang. He didn’t hesitate before stabbing someone, before pulling the trigger, before taking a life. He did what he needed to do.
But that bad boy reputation soon got the best of him. Morris quickly got caught up in the wrong crowds, the ones that would cause him trouble if he ever crossed them and one day he did. He didn’t pay the wrong person and the next thing he knew, Meagan was dead on the couch and his daughter, Felicia, was crying in her crib, now without a mother.
That day had changed Morris’ life. When he picked up his crying daughter he vowed to protect her until his last dying breath. From that moment forward, he started to play his cards right. He didn’t lose his bad boy habits, those would stay with him until the end of his days, but he decided to start using his skills to his advantage.
He had experience with drugs, lots of drugs, he never took them (well the hard ones at least), but he knew how to make them. He was a pro and soon enough he had a spot in the community college chemistry class. Before he knew it he was working at a large pharmaceutical company and soon enough he ran his own pharmaceutical.
By the time Felicia was ten, Morris had millions of dollars in taxable income and billions of dollars in illegal currency. His company was just a front for the black market operation he ran underground. He was known in his city as the best supplier of the hardest drugs on the streets, if you needed a fix then you would pay a visit to Kelly.
But no one except the underground knew anything about his operation. Instead, his bad boy status was pushed aside. To everyone around him, including his growing daughter, he was just a father who was always busy and who always brought home some new woman in a slutty dress. Felicia had come to accept her father’s actions as a way for coping with her mother’s death. She had tried to get rid of his motorcycle time and time again to no avail. Morris would be a bad boy until the end.
However, this didn’t mean that he didn’t know how to put on a good show: give him a good suit and a comb and he cleaned up very nicely.
This was exactly what he did before one of his meetings with his pharmaceutical company. This was also when his daughter stepped through the door, back from college and now on winter break. As she walked in the door, a girl with medium length brown hair, dark intelligent eyes and refined eyebrows followed her inside. She looked amazed when she saw the mansion for the first time. It was beyond anything she had ever experienced before.
As Morris saw this girl, his heart quickened in his chest as he felt his life reel back. In that moment, he thought back to his wife. This girl looked nothing like his dead wife and yet she was exactly like her. Everything about her, her look, her expression, the way she presented and held herself, reminded him of Meagan. He had to take a moment to compose himself before he looked at his daughter.
“And who might this be Felicia?”
“Hey, dad! This is my friend Grace, I hope you don’t mind her staying with us for winter break.” The girl blushed a bit before stepping forward and presenting her hand to the imposing gentleman standing before her. She bit her lip as she looked at him from under her eyelashes. She could feel her heart beat quicken and wondered why she was having such a reaction to her friend’s father. She tried to reprimand herself but there was no use, something in that moment had clicked for her as she looked at the older gentleman standing before her. What was it?
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Any friend of Felicia is welcome in our home. Please call me Morris.” Grace could feel her cheeks redden as her blood boiled with emotion. She didn’t know what was coming over her, but soon she would find out that she wouldn’t be able to repress these feelings and that they would drive her toward actions she would never expect herself to commit.