The Life of a Business Man: Introduction

A peek into the life of Gordan Freemont!

The glare of the morning sun flashes through small cracks in the window. A black fox lays in his bed, his arm around a female bat. The sun slowly makes its way across the room, glinting off antique sets of armour and weapons. A small ray of light flashes against the fox’s eyelid, causing him to twitch his ear. His eyes slowly open and his yellow irises begin to shine. Turning over, he whispers in the bat’s ear. “Good morning, my dear.” He tells her happily. She turns over and smiles at the fox. “Hmm. Good morning, Gordan.” She tells him and plants a small kiss on his lips. Gordan returns the kiss and leans his legs over the side of the king-sized bed, stretching. He cracks his neck and knuckles and sighs in relief. “Always good to get the pressure off, huh Rouge?” He tells the bat. Rouge sits up in bed and says, “Your right about that.” Gordan smiles and stands to his feet. He walks to the balcony and stares out at the morning sun shining against the ocean. He takes a deep sigh, admiring the fresh air and clean scents. Gordan just stands there, oblivious to Rouge quietly sneaking up on him. She pounces on him and they tumble to the ground, laughing joyfully. They stop rolling and Rouge sits over him, a seductive glare in her eyes. “So, I imagine you had a fine sleep?” Gordan asks her with a smile. She just smiles. “Yes I did.” She says to him. They both hug and climb up the ground. Walking back into the bedroom, Gordan heads to the closet and picks a fuzzy-blue bath robe. He walks out, admiring himself in the mirror. Rouge dresses into a bath robe similar to Gordan’s, but dark pink. “Well, I wonder if I’ll see Dash today. He told me that a Sunday was a good day, but I don’t know.” Gordan says, still looking at himself. “Maybe. He told me he was on trip.” Rouge says back, combing her hair. Gordan finally strolls out of the closet and glances at her. He whistle in surprise. “Wow, Rouge. Looking good today.” He tells her. She smiles at him and strokes a long strand of hair. He smiles back and says, “Tell you what, I’m gonna go downstairs and make some breakfast. Did you want anything?” Rouge puts her comb down. “Um, black coffee and a veggie crepe, if it’s not any trouble.” She tells him. He nods his head and strolls down the stairs with a grin on his face.