Chrissel's Fire - Don't Waste My Fruit

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He can only rescue one...

Is it going to be the tall hot daring temptress who '
bares'
the fruit of unmatched passion he suddenly can't live without?

   Or

Is it going to be his dear wife?

   
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Chrissel's Fire

This fictional novel contains only the names of characters, places, events and a storyline that exist only in the author's imagination.  Any resemblance to actual events, places, persons alive or non-living is   a coincidence or fortuity, hence the author is no way liable. 

This publication is intended for readers who are twenty one years of age or older and was created only for entertainment.

All Rights Reserved. Reproduction, duplication or copying of any part of this publication in any form or by whatever means is strictly prohibited unless consent is given by the author. The images, texts and illustrations remain the intellectual property of the author.

            
Copyright 2013©

Cover design and photography:
Mark Edwards

  
  
Leading Roles:          

Thames Snowy
: The Country's wealthiest man under 40

Jilean Snowy
:  
The wife of Thames Snowy

Chrissel Parks
:
  The type of spark that you
don’t
want your man to meet.  If she desires, she knows exactly how to sweep him away from you – right in front of your very eyes.

Chapter One

Hi I am Chrisell Parks, former beauty queen and real estate manager.   I never believed a woman as smart, talented and pretty as I am would be telling such a story like this.   Well I am now at home, jobless, nursing emotional and physical bruises from the fire that was started a few weeks ago.  Well this fire started on the job and I believed that there was only one soul that could put this fire out.  Well, he started my fire (by just being him - just a simple spark - that was all it took) and I just knew that he had to be the one to put it out.

This was a blaze I never knew
I had;
 
I just wished my fire was not extinguished in the manner in which it was.

Well, (ouch! These bruises and burns hurt) I can say that I have learnt two lessons:

Lesson one:
  Never mix business with pleasure – things just seem to get ugly.

Lesson Two:

“
Well Jilean I think we should take the bungalow on Eastern River Road, it has a nice green lawn, a decent view of the lake, and this is all good for my writing inspiration.” Thames said as he hugged Jilean.

“Well, honey, I know it is a nice cabin, but I think it is just too far from the city and you know that is where life is for me.” Jilean replied as she kissed her husband on the forehead.

“Come on dear, that should not be an issue – we have a pickup truck, a SUV, my chopper and my sport car.” Thames replied.

“Let us look at the property on Rawl Boulevard – It is a three floor building with a swimming pool on each floor and we can have a great view of the city lights, how romantic.” She charmed.

At that statement Thames started to stare at his wife until she became uncomfortable.

“What is it, is something wrong dear?” she asked as she pulled her coat off allowing her blue tan top blouse to come to light of day.

“
Well, I was thinking that we could, “he replied but, her smart phone rang before Thames could finish his sentence.

Thames only had only one thing on his mind but Jilean got so carried away into the phone call from one of her top client (G-Line clothing) that she actually ignored his
‘I need you now warning light’
.  Thames waited patiently for her telephone conversation to end so he could make his subtle request.

“
Well great”,
he said to himself,
“she is now finished talking on the phone,”
as he moved closer towards Jilean.

“Hmmmn, I think I know that look.” Jilean jibed as she noticed him coming towards her.

“Well, it is has been a few months since we..”

“I know honey but I feel too fat tonight, plus I have been so busy trying to get my new clothing line off the ground.” Jilean replied before he could finish his statement.   Her smart phone rang again; it was the Silk Modeling Agency calling.

“Oh yes, they have gotten the best set of models for my new clothing line, aren’t you happy for me honey?”

“Oh sure I am,” replied Thames with pink sarcasm written all over his face.

Jilean Snowy (31) actually has her own clothes line company named Pink Mode which she has been running for the past year.   It has really kept her busy as this has been an accomplished dream; this establishment has taken her across the globe as there seems to be worldwide acceptance of its offerings.   One thing for sure, Jilean has had the emotional, physical and financial support from her husband – the affluent Mr. Thames Snowy (35).   They have been married for three years and have been a lovely couple.   The talented Mr. Thames Snowy was a top selling author and has composed and produced several film scores for several popular movies.   Five of his novels have been turned into film and this made him one of the country’s wealthiest man under 40 years of age.    Thames has been a wonderful husband and a sweetheart to his dear wife Jilean.   He was loving, understanding, kind, civil and knew how to make her feel special.    He was the type of husband who gave her the space whenever she needed it, and the type who would just not pressure for loving despite having a stronger drive than her in that aspect.   There was just almost nothing to unlike about Thames, he was just one those few great husbands who happen to be wealthy yet humble.    He made her wear the best clothes, drive the best cars, she has been really enjoying
the good life.

Thames and Jilean both agreed that it was time to acquire a new manor and they solicited the services of a real estate broker to assist them in locating a property that would suit them both.

Chapter Two

“
Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Snowy it is a pleasure to meet you, I am Miss Chrissel Parks and I am your real estate manager, you may both have a seat.”

“Oh thank you madam,” replied the Snowys as they were both impressed with the salutation from Miss Parks.  The hearty handshakes made
most
persons comfortable.

“Oh you can call me Chrissel, anyone wants coffee?”

Chrissel (25) was tall, curvy, petite built, had brown hair, brown eyes and wears well a caramel complexion that glowed.   Mrs. Snowy was good looking, well put together and sassy but Chrissel was just a darn pretty woman.  Chrissel was well attired too - She wore a grey tweed jacket suit which accentuated her curvy structure; despite heels that added an extra 7 inches to her almost 6 feet and a skirt that seemed three quarters of it size, Chrissel really looked professional and potent. 

“
Wow, this man
lights
my
fire
with simple sparks- his handshake, his smile, is lips.  I wish he knew the terrible things he is doing to me.  I have been around so many
available
wealthy blokes with good looks, why am I falling for a married fellow with an average look?  He is happily married I am not supposed to think of him like this-plus his dear wife is right beside him and I am not that type of girl.  How do I keep it professional when the guy sitting in front of me has me trying how to figure out how to get my limbs all over him.  I don’t even know this guy-unless we have met before in some other life or some dream, but the voltage from his handshake has left disturbed molten lava inside of me anxious to surface.   I wish I could just steal him away and take him to my secret nest of love.   No!   I have to keep it professional, I sell properties and I am not a strumpet.”

These were the thoughts that kept flowing through Chrissel’s mind as excused herself to the restroom while leaving the couple with a full colored brochure of fine properties for their perusal.

Totally oblivious of what he has caused, Mr. Snowy gave her a stare through the corner of his eyes as she exited the room, while Mrs. Snowy immediately fell in love with the brown and white manor on Elk’s Street which she saw in the brochure.

“Oh this house is so gorgeous honey; I believe we definitely need to take a look at it today.”

“It is ok, but we can take a look at this cabin on Pear River Drive which is about 52 miles away,” replied Thames as he flipped through another page of the colorful brochure.

“But dear, I don’t like bungalows  plus it is a long and lonely ride from the city, and remember I have a meeting with the Silk Modeling Agency in an hour – I just have to see who will be wearing my new clothing line,” Jilean replied as she held on to his arms.