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morning air brush against her skin, ignoring the tingles of arousal as her nipples hardened in the cold light of day. Her thighs were still sticky with their lovemaking, but she pulled on the designer brand jeans and tailored shirt without even thinking about her underwear. Rage assumed control of her emotions. Shoes pulled onto bare feet she burst from the room onto the landing, which seemed neverending. The thick carpet was a burgundy colour and caught her footsteps before her full body weight was even applied. She ran down the hallway without even pausing to look or even consider what was behind the many doors that she saw, nor did she stop to glance at the artwork that adorned the walls of this once regal home that was now, after an unfortunate accident, completely at the mercy of the orphaned heir of an oil fortune built up through generations of hard work.
    All of Richard’s ancestors had worked to make their mark on the company. His great grandfather had started it all, before handing it down to his eldest son. The following two generations produced only one child each and so the company was passed down the generations, but Richard had broken the mould. He chose not to work for the company, not to begin at the bottom of the ladder and learn his craft and the science that was the oil business. Nor did he choose to go through life sitting in the boardroom. Instead he had been drawn by the silver screen: acting, directing, he wanted to do it all, and if some circles were to be believed he had a talent that would have been near impossible to hold back had he been committed enough. He had sold the company off not long after he received his inheritance and ensured that the Hamilton name would be taken care of long after he was dead and buried. Like most young children who come into great riches, the idea of Hollywood was put on the back burner, replaced by partying, celebrating, and witlessly throwing his money around without thought of the future, his own or that of his guests. Tomorrow was a lifetime away. That was one of his favorite lines with the ladies. At least with the ones who weren’t too drunk to forget it in the morning.
    She found the stairs and ran down them in as controlled a manner as she could while all along rage bubbled away under her skin. It felt as if the speckling of necessary fat that covered her body was boiling, ready to split her skin open and spew forth, engulfing everything it touched with a hot, fiery anger that would destroy the entire household if it wasn’t gotten under control.
    “Just who do you think you are?” she screamed across the large hallway. Her voice echoed around the now empty space. Richard stood by the door, holding her coat draped over on extended arm, bent at the elbow like a butler awaiting further instruction.
    “I think I’m a busy man, I told you that. Here is your coat; you’ve got your things. It was fun but now, please… run along.” Richard swept his arm through the open door as if showing her the way, his words void of feeling
    “You PIG!” she spat at him, the fire rising from her belly. “How dare you, just because you’ve got money…” she started.
    “Hey, love, you wanted the goods last night and you got them; believe me, I gave you the good stuff. Now be a good girl and don’t cause a scene or embarrass yourself any further. What did you think would happen?” Richard choked back a laugh but couldn’t stop a small cough-like sound from escaping.
    The noise was small, but it was enough to push the girl over the edge. She may have only been seventeen and in high school herself, and yes, she had lied to him, but she was no joke, and he had no right to laugh at her. Her anger boiled over and she lashed out. With fingers curled at the tips, she slapped him hard across his face. Her nails dug through the soft surface of his well-cared for skin, gouging deep tracts from his ear diagonally across his face to his mouth. She screamed at him but all that