Sexcapades Chapter 1

Chapter 1

(to know the character)

I'm a monster. not necessarily a bad man, I go to church and pay my taxes, but I don't process emotions the way other people do. I don't feel guilt or remorse and in their absence, every thing else seems to be amplified. if I get angry, I'm vivid and if I'm in excited, I'm obsessed. not exactly Shelley's Frankenstein but not human enough for most.

if we are going to get into nature versus nurture I am pretty sure I could blame everything on my father. he was truly a bad man. after luring my mother here from Korea as a mail order bride with the promises of a loving supporting spouse I don't think he spent a day of the marriage without beating her. I started beating him back and thus I was sent off to every expensive and prestigious private school he could afford anything to keep me out of the way. he wouldn't pay for my flights home so I learned to work hard and seek opportunities with a feral sort of drive and hunger. I saved my money and started investing well early on. the joy I received from the look of shock on his face when I'd just appear on the doorstep to cave his face in was magnificent.

eventually, I graduated and headed to and ivy league but not before spending the necessary funds to make sure my father never hurt my mother again. I would have enjoying to it myself, slowly and painfully but I would reach a certain amount of clout where such a pleasure would be hazardous to my future. so, I let a professional handle it. the only thing that was left of him was his eyes because mine were the same villainous green.

I moved my mother from that house to the city where I would attend and asked her what she wanted to do with it. I was more than delighted to hold her hand on the front lawn as we watched it burn to the ground. I am sure she is always known there was something wrong with me but compared to him, I was her Angel. better the monster you love.

I graduated summa *** laude in a master's program. with my mother In the same city, I could go year around without issue. I only took time off post graduation to take her on a visit to her homeland, a place she hadn't been in over two decades

now at 28, I work as an Angel investor. I could work from home but I have an office downtown because my mother wanted to see me behind a desk. it takes up a whole floor of a high rise just for me, my secretary and a lounge for clients.

I would achieved so much so young that I had to prioritize is what I wanted next. I could spend my life roaming the world but the constant travelling seems a bit pointless. what would I see? people and learn. it would be beautiful, No doubt, but people and land,people and land. I could volunteer somewhere but that was also pointless I would just be a person doing more for my own experience then another's benefit.

and then, the thought started in my head. it was barely a flicker at first, not yet a glimmer, but it grew brighter with each passing day. maybe it was the time to start thinking about it immortality. I'm not talking about the fountain of youth or anything mystical but the old fashion way. it was time for progeny.

I pushed the idea around in my head for a while until I realised it wasn't going away. I was going to have children within the next few years. it was no longer an option, only inevitability as I started rolling the ball forward. I would talk about going on a hunt for the perfect mother of my children but she was working for me all along.

my secretary was the perfect fit. her name was Samantha Logan, nicknamed Sam. I couldn't make this up. she grew up in a small town in southern Georgia. so small, the biggest event of the year was a peach festival. her father was a minister, mother a school teacher. she was my perfect little slice of pure Americana. a wonderful wholesome balance to the mighty level of fu*cked up which I inherited.

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