Thaiidols world : Lakorn - HANGING BY A MOMENT

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Chapter 3

Janie wanted to hide in embarrassment then go home with shame. A real lady such as she just don't get
those feelings from looking at a man's eyes. It's just not right. She hurried down the steps and in
less than two minutes, she was in front of her car, jamming the key.
"Will you get in?" Janie asked, the key doesn't seem to want to go in. Everyone told her time and time
again to get a new car, but this was the first car she owned and bought, thus in no way will she throw it
away and buy a new one when it costed her a fortune to own it. She may have trouble opening the door and
starting the car, but when the initial is done, it works real well, at least it gets her places. The sun
was burning her head, she looked up, and for the flitting moment, she saw him. He was looking at her
with those mid-night eyes again, he never seem to want to hide his gaze everytime he looked at her. But that
moment, even for a second, their eyes locked. She can feel the heat building up again. Why can't those eyes
wonder somewhere else? "I got to get out of here," she muttered, and climbed in her car fumbling with the
keys again.
Darren looked down at the soft curls again, she looked agitated. That car of hers was too old to last
for another year, heck maybe a few months, but she seemed comfortable with it, even proud of it. He knew
exactly how she felt. He sighed, it was a long time since the last time he thought about his past.
He's a grown man of twenty-eight, a rich, successful, good-looking man whom was told many time
that he was a mean son of a bitch when it comes to competition, nobody wanted to get in his way for fear
of facing satan, and who attracts ladies' attention everywhere he goes. But through all of his successes
in life, never will he forget the first ten years of his life, eighteen years ago. The burning hatred was
surfacing again everytime he thought about his mother, yet what came with it was the feeling of longing. He
never admit that he longed for a mother, no way, he hated his biological mother too much. Deep down
though, he wanted to find her and see how she was doing. He wanted to show her that this bastard, was a
surving bastard, and he sure as hell did more than survived, he was well-known, admired, and wanted. His
arrogant lips quirked to the side as his mind traveled back eighteen years before, when he ran away from the
tenements, the slums, the black part of his history.

When he was discovered by the man who in everyway resembled him, he was speechless. He knew this man
was his father, no other human being could look so much like him. The man was towering over him, staring
questionably down at him. Then a faint recognition sparkled his eyes as he traced them over the young
man's feature. They were very much like his, almost to the extreme. His heart pounded loud enough to
explode, but he didn't want to make any sudden move, he sure didn't want to startle his son. His son! The
realization dawned on him, and he knew which lady his sperm fertilized. Mary, of all the women! He rubbed
his face in agitation. He remembered he was drunk when he went into the whorehouse, but not too drunk to
not remember that he chose the most bitchiest of all. He had to admit, Mary turned him on. He was hard the
moment he saw her, and he knew that moment that he had to have her. She had all the curves in all of the
right places, and the most voluptuous breasts he have ever seen. He wanted to give a good smack on his own
head when he forgot to use protection. He thought those whores had a way to protect themselves. But
damn, he shouldn't have counted on that, she had wanted to entrap him! If he had known she was
pregnant, he wouldn't know what to do then since he was pretty young. But ten years later, now, his own
son, the son that came from his sperm was his, and he sure as hell's not going to abandon him for the second
time. He wanted to ask his son what happened to his mother, but knew that Mary, expectedly hadn't been a
good mother, since his son's sleeping under a tree.
All of a sudden he was furious. Mary could have dropped the baby on his doorsteps, or blackmail him to
accept the baby. But he knew that that young, impatient, man he had been was not going to believe
her anyway. Besides, his father was in no way going to allow a dirty child in the family. Now that he's
thirty-eight and his father's dead, leaving the will to his only child, he could do the hell he want to
with his life. And what's for sure was, his son is going to come home with him. He would be able to
provide everything his son's been missing out this past ten years. Pride filled his heart as he looked
down at his son, his own looks and mary's looks combined sure make a hell of a good-looking kid.
James wanted to pull his young son in his arms, but was afraid the young boy would panic and run away.
Hell, he didn't even know his son's name. James squatted down on one knee, like he was proposing, and
looked straight at the boy's pitch black eyes. "What's your name young man?" he asked, still amazed
by those black eyes, they must be Mary's. Darren stared astonishingly at the older man before him. Never have a human being ever looked at him like that before, not even his own mother. Actually, she never really looked at him before, she said he reminded her of the asshole too much. He looked at the older man's dark brown eyes, and said,
"Darren."
"Darren," James said, tasting the name on his mouth. Darren's good name. He felt a smile forming
on his lips, and said, "Darren, this is a strange moment, for me and for you. But I want you to know
that, um," James looked down at the boy's fingers, it was clasped in his hands. He interlocked it, and
continued, "I'm your father." There was no more wasting time, they've wasted ten years already.
Of all Darren's life, he have always hated his father, but always wondered how the man he wished to
be with each and every day looked like, but never in his mind did he think his father would look so much
like him. Does he like me? Why is he staring at me like that? His father? No, he can't trust this man
yet, not just yet. He knew that this man was his father because of the biological resemblance, but he's
a stranger, and based on Darren's experience, don't trust strangers. No matter how much love is in their
eyes.
"Would you like to go home? Our home?" asked James, trying to read Darren's expression.
Darren agreed to go with James, his father. He didn't know that it would change his normal status,
his life basically.

Darren shifted around his office, coming around to sit on his leather chair, staring at the labtop on his
desk. He knotted his knuckles when he thought about his father. Everytime he thought about the man he
came to respect and love, it was like a hard kick in the guts, making him unconcious. Darren and James formed a bond, they loved each other dearly. James had never remarried, having felt guilty, so he devoted all of his time and attention to his son. To Darren, it was like starting a new life, it was starting a new life. He'd never wished to live in a mansion, to have everything he wanted. But eventually, good moments are short in coming, his father died when he was sixteen years old. Six wonderful years with his father. His father's abrubt
death didn't do them justice, he had just met his father, and spent a good six years together. Why was
life so unfair?
Somehow, James had known he was going to die,
Darren didn't know this, but later found out why. James was CEO, president of the J&D OIL CO (James and
Darren Oil Company), thus had 75% hold in the stock, one of the richest man. But having fame and money
comes with consequences. There were two board members who wanted to claim James stocks when he died, but they didn't know that before he died, he had written a will owning everything to his only son. Darren hadn't
gotten the solid fact from the lawyers who the two men were in the company who murdered his father. His father didn't tell him either for fear of retribution. But Darren could find out on his own, he wasn't going
to let them off easily. Hell, he wanted to shoot both of them, do what they did to his father. Though
taking their lives would calm his anger and hatred, it won't do his father justice. He have a better plan.
If they were locked up for the rest of their lives, and he'd make sure they would, then his father would
rest in peace. Throughout the years he lived with his father, Darren knew his father from inside out. He
knew that James would not want those two me dead, Darren would end up in jail, and James know Darren
would risk his life, and Darren knows James wouldn't want that to happen to him. So the best way for both
of them would be to send the two asses to jail. With his plan in mind, he presented them to his father's most trusted friend and lawyer David Ralston who thought that that was a splendid idea. First step was for him to get a business degree, take over his father's stocks, and then find out who the two traitors were. God, how he hate betrayals. Presently, he have been CEO of J&D OIL CO for five years now, and have a pretty good idea on who
those traitors were. But he's buying their trust, those idiots just don't know who they're up against. Ha, if they think they could get away with his father's murder, they could think again.

..........TO BE CONTINUED ....

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' HANGING BY A MOMENT ' Chapter 3		Story by : Lovefia