Isadora put out a beautiful spread.

Isadora put out a beautiful spread. Distraction was easily found in asserting his skills of intimidation over Antoinette’s date. Peter Cross was a slimy little crawler with a knockoff Rolex, who liked to touch his baby sister a little too much.
“You’re rotten, Lucian,” Isadora teased as he washed his hands at the kitchen sink.
“Quite, but what’s brought about your scrutiny today?”
She laughed melodically as she transferred the remainder of turkey into a disposable silver tray.
“Poor Peter’s going to need a new pair of underwear by the time he leaves here.”
“I don’t care for the way he handles Antoinette. He should have respect. He’s in our family home.”
“They’re twenty-two and in love, Lucian. It isn’t like he’s groping her ass at the dinner table.”
“He better not be,” he growled, tossing a dishtowel on the granite countertop.
“She’s not a baby anymore, Lucian.”
That was true. She was the same age as Evelyn, yet Antoinette still seemed like a little girl in pigtails.
Isadora sealed a lid over the leftovers and turned. “I talked to father today. He and Tibet send their regards and apologize for not making it back to the States.”
“Like we ever expected them to.”
Tibet was his father’s mistress. She'd basically come with his father's marriage to their mother, like an unfortunate stowaway they all turned a blind eye to. When their mother passed away, when they were all under the age of twelve, Antoinette merely a toddler, Christos Patras had abandoned his children and legacy and taken off to Europe to fornicate with his mistress, where he wouldn’t be under the judgmental eye of his and Lucian’s mother’s upper-crust circle.
Lucian’s teenage years had been a navigation of misplaced anger and rebellion at being abandoned by the only parent he had left. Isadora took on the role of nurturer. Tutors saw to his education, ensuring he had the proper well-bred edification of any baron apprentice. He’d earned his master’s just after he disenfranchised the company he saw as his father’s last standing pride and joy, and earned his first million independent from his legacy shortly after.
The Patras name was plenty a foundation to stand on. By his midtwenties Lucian had held the impressive prestige of men twice his age, because none of them could compete with his family’s worth. Their name had been a trusted brand since the turn of the century, when his great-great-grandfather had opened a charming little inn that catered to the upper class within the limits of a little metropolitan town called Folsom. They now had a fleet of luxury hotels spanning the globe and more money than any of them knew what to do with.
Lucian pulled his thoughts from the past with an effort. After the remainder of the meal was dealt with, they gathered in the great room to watch a little of the game. Although his eyes never left the television, minus the sidelong glances at Peter and his wandering hands, he wasn’t even aware which teams were playing. His mind was focused on Evelyn.
Was she eating a turkey feast? Did the shelter acknowledge the holiday? What was she thankful for? He thought about the young man named Parker. It wouldn’t surprise him if the two of them found comfort in each other’s company. He cared for her very much, that was obvious in the longing way he watched her, whether Evelyn saw it or not.
Lucian’s gut twisted at the thought of someone else holding her, touching her, kissing her. He didn’t want to think of those silver-blue eyes staring into someone else’s face with the same awe she sometimes looked at him with. The boy would never be able to provide the right type of life for her, the kind that would extricate her from the gutters of Folsom and put her where she deserved to be.
Parker Hughes wasn’t really a boy, though, was he? No, he was a man with a disadvantage. The prick that Lucian was, part of him wanted the other man to stay down so he’d never have her. He should be hoping Parker ran into some luck so Evelyn could maybe find some small measure of happiness, but he was selfish. She was his.
Evelyn was intended for something better. Everyone saw it, except for poor innocent Evelyn herself. He bet she hadn’t even realized what a ruckus she had caused at the bar the other night. What would she have done if she knew not only that clinger hovering at her chair was hoping to get a piece of her, but her friend from the salon, Patrice, also would’ve been more than willing to follow her to bed that night?
When he arrived at Vogue after Dugan received a call from the manager that a woman was using his card, he wanted to stomp in there like a possessive animal and mark every inch of her. Eyes from all directions were crawling over her body.
While everyone else had painstakingly chosen designer duds and invested extra time in their appearances in order to patronize the ritzy bar, Evelyn had worn nothing but a cotton T-shirt and jeans with those sexy fuck-me pumps. She stuck out like a sore thumb. Not because she was underdressed, but because even without the effort made by the others, she was easily the most beautiful creature in the room.
His jaw popped and he unclenched his teeth. She was no longer his and he’d have to accept she would always gain the notice of other men and women. She was stunning and sweet and made it incredibly easy for him to go the extra mile and do something generous he normally wouldn’t even consider. He’d do anything, just to see that look of admiration in her eyes. But what if that meant letting her go?
He realized the game had ended when Peter stood.
“Well, Annie, you ready to head home?”
This douche bag . . .
Antoinette lived in a cozy little condo at the top of a swank establishment he had finished just in time for her twentieth birthday. Lucian had no doubt Peter was making himself quite at home in her condo, using her cable, eating her food. He reminded himself, again, that Antoinette and Evelyn were essentially the same age and she had as much of a right to live her life the way she chose as Evelyn did. It didn’t help.
Slapping Peter hard on the back, Lucian squeezed his shoulder until he winced. “Why don’t you come down to the city sometime, Pete? I’d love to show you what it is I do, let you get your feet wet in the real world for a day or two, see if you got what it takes.”
“Luche, Peter isn’t interested in industrializing the world. He wants to be an instructor,” Antoinette said with doe-eyed affection for her boyfriend.
“An instructor of what?” he asked.
“Martial arts,” Peter chimed in, an unreliable worldliness to his voice.
Lucian’s gaze narrowed as he skeptically took in his lanky build. “What belt are you?”
The younger man shifted his feet apprehensively. The motion was a complete contradiction to his upturned chin. “I’m not any belt yet, but I’m planning on starting classes this spring.”
Good grief. Antoinette needed to drop this moron. Quick. “Well, good luck with that,” he said, not bothering to disguise his unimpressed tone.
Once they all made their good-byes and his sisters promised they would get together in Folsom sometime before Christmas, he headed to his Rolls and planned to take the scenic way home in order to take in the open land. Hopefully the crisp air would erase the images of silver eyes and chestnut waves filling his head.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Isadora mengeluarkan spread indah. Gangguan dengan mudah ditemukan di menegaskan keterampilan intimidasi atas Antoinette tanggal. Peter salib adalah crawler sedikit berlendir dengan tiruan Rolex, yang suka untuk menyentuh adik bayinya sedikit terlalu banyak."Kau busuk, Lucian," Isadora menggoda seperti mencuci tangannya di wastafel dapur."Cukup, tapi apa yang membawa tentang pengawasan Anda hari ini?"Dia tertawa melodically sebagai dia ditransfer sisa Turki ke nampan perak sekali pakai."Peter miskin akan perlu sepasang baru pakaian pada saat ia meninggalkan di sini.""Saya tidak peduli untuk cara dia menangani Antoinette. Dia harus memiliki rasa hormat. Dia adalah di rumah keluarga kami.""Mereka ada dua puluh dan cinta, Lucian. Hal ini tidak seperti ia adalah meraba-raba pantat di meja makan.""Dia lebih baik tidak akan," Dia berkata sambil menggeram, melempar dishtowel pada granit meja."Dia adalah tidak bayi lagi, Lucian."Itu benar. Dia adalah usia yang sama seperti Evelyn, namun Antoinette masih tampak seperti seorang gadis kecil di kuncir.Isadora disegel tutup selama sisa-sisa makanan dan berubah. "Saya berbicara dengan ayah hari ini. Dia dan Tibet mengirim salam mereka dan meminta maaf untuk tidak membuat itu kembali ke Amerika Serikat.""Seperti kita pernah diharapkan mereka."Tibet was his father’s mistress. She'd basically come with his father's marriage to their mother, like an unfortunate stowaway they all turned a blind eye to. When their mother passed away, when they were all under the age of twelve, Antoinette merely a toddler, Christos Patras had abandoned his children and legacy and taken off to Europe to fornicate with his mistress, where he wouldn’t be under the judgmental eye of his and Lucian’s mother’s upper-crust circle.Lucian’s teenage years had been a navigation of misplaced anger and rebellion at being abandoned by the only parent he had left. Isadora took on the role of nurturer. Tutors saw to his education, ensuring he had the proper well-bred edification of any baron apprentice. He’d earned his master’s just after he disenfranchised the company he saw as his father’s last standing pride and joy, and earned his first million independent from his legacy shortly after.The Patras name was plenty a foundation to stand on. By his midtwenties Lucian had held the impressive prestige of men twice his age, because none of them could compete with his family’s worth. Their name had been a trusted brand since the turn of the century, when his great-great-grandfather had opened a charming little inn that catered to the upper class within the limits of a little metropolitan town called Folsom. They now had a fleet of luxury hotels spanning the globe and more money than any of them knew what to do with.Lucian pulled his thoughts from the past with an effort. After the remainder of the meal was dealt with, they gathered in the great room to watch a little of the game. Although his eyes never left the television, minus the sidelong glances at Peter and his wandering hands, he wasn’t even aware which teams were playing. His mind was focused on Evelyn.Was she eating a turkey feast? Did the shelter acknowledge the holiday? What was she thankful for? He thought about the young man named Parker. It wouldn’t surprise him if the two of them found comfort in each other’s company. He cared for her very much, that was obvious in the longing way he watched her, whether Evelyn saw it or not.Lucian’s gut twisted at the thought of someone else holding her, touching her, kissing her. He didn’t want to think of those silver-blue eyes staring into someone else’s face with the same awe she sometimes looked at him with. The boy would never be able to provide the right type of life for her, the kind that would extricate her from the gutters of Folsom and put her where she deserved to be.Parker Hughes wasn’t really a boy, though, was he? No, he was a man with a disadvantage. The prick that Lucian was, part of him wanted the other man to stay down so he’d never have her. He should be hoping Parker ran into some luck so Evelyn could maybe find some small measure of happiness, but he was selfish. She was his.Evelyn was intended for something better. Everyone saw it, except for poor innocent Evelyn herself. He bet she hadn’t even realized what a ruckus she had caused at the bar the other night. What would she have done if she knew not only that clinger hovering at her chair was hoping to get a piece of her, but her friend from the salon, Patrice, also would’ve been more than willing to follow her to bed that night?When he arrived at Vogue after Dugan received a call from the manager that a woman was using his card, he wanted to stomp in there like a possessive animal and mark every inch of her. Eyes from all directions were crawling over her body.While everyone else had painstakingly chosen designer duds and invested extra time in their appearances in order to patronize the ritzy bar, Evelyn had worn nothing but a cotton T-shirt and jeans with those sexy fuck-me pumps. She stuck out like a sore thumb. Not because she was underdressed, but because even without the effort made by the others, she was easily the most beautiful creature in the room.His jaw popped and he unclenched his teeth. She was no longer his and he’d have to accept she would always gain the notice of other men and women. She was stunning and sweet and made it incredibly easy for him to go the extra mile and do something generous he normally wouldn’t even consider. He’d do anything, just to see that look of admiration in her eyes. But what if that meant letting her go?He realized the game had ended when Peter stood.“Well, Annie, you ready to head home?”This douche bag . . .Antoinette lived in a cozy little condo at the top of a swank establishment he had finished just in time for her twentieth birthday. Lucian had no doubt Peter was making himself quite at home in her condo, using her cable, eating her food. He reminded himself, again, that Antoinette and Evelyn were essentially the same age and she had as much of a right to live her life the way she chose as Evelyn did. It didn’t help.Slapping Peter hard on the back, Lucian squeezed his shoulder until he winced. “Why don’t you come down to the city sometime, Pete? I’d love to show you what it is I do, let you get your feet wet in the real world for a day or two, see if you got what it takes.”“Luche, Peter isn’t interested in industrializing the world. He wants to be an instructor,” Antoinette said with doe-eyed affection for her boyfriend.“An instructor of what?” he asked.“Martial arts,” Peter chimed in, an unreliable worldliness to his voice.Lucian’s gaze narrowed as he skeptically took in his lanky build. “What belt are you?”The younger man shifted his feet apprehensively. The motion was a complete contradiction to his upturned chin. “I’m not any belt yet, but I’m planning on starting classes this spring.”Good grief. Antoinette needed to drop this moron. Quick. “Well, good luck with that,” he said, not bothering to disguise his unimpressed tone.Once they all made their good-byes and his sisters promised they would get together in Folsom sometime before Christmas, he headed to his Rolls and planned to take the scenic way home in order to take in the open land. Hopefully the crisp air would erase the images of silver eyes and chestnut waves filling his head.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:

Isadora mengeluarkan penyebaran indah. Gangguan mudah ditemukan dalam menegaskan keterampilan intimidasi atas tanggal Antoinette. Peter Palang adalah crawler sedikit berlendir dengan tiruan Rolex, yang suka menyentuh bayi adiknya sedikit terlalu banyak.
"Kau busuk, Lucian," Isadora menggoda sambil mencuci tangannya di wastafel dapur.
"Cukup, tapi apa membawa pengawasan Anda hari ini? "
Dia tertawa melodi sambil mengalihkan sisa kalkun menjadi nampan perak pakai.
"Poor Petrus akan membutuhkan sepasang pakaian pada saat ia meninggalkan di sini."
"Aku tidak peduli untuk cara dia menangani Antoinette. Dia harus memiliki rasa hormat. Dia di rumah keluarga kami. "
"Mereka dua puluh dua dan cinta, Lucian. Hal ini tidak seperti dia meraba-raba pantatnya di meja makan. "
"Dia baik tidak," geramnya, melempar lap di meja granit.
"Dia bukan bayi lagi, Lucian."
Itu benar. Dia adalah usia yang sama seperti Evelyn, namun Antoinette masih tampak seperti gadis kecil di kuncir.
Isadora disegel tutup selama sisa makanan dan berbalik. "Saya berbicara dengan ayah hari ini. Dia dan Tibet mengirimkan salam mereka dan meminta maaf karena tidak membuat kembali ke Amerika. "
"Seperti kita pernah diharapkan mereka."
Tibet adalah simpanan ayahnya. Pada dasarnya ia datang dengan pernikahan ayahnya untuk ibu mereka, seperti penumpang gelap disayangkan mereka semua menutup mata untuk. Ketika ibu mereka meninggal, ketika mereka semua berada di bawah usia dua belas tahun, Antoinette hanya balita, Christos Patras telah meninggalkan anak-anaknya dan warisan dan dibawa ke Eropa untuk berzina dengan gundiknya, di mana ia tidak akan berada di bawah mata menghakimi dari dan Lucian ibu atas-kerak lingkaran.
tahun remaja Lucian telah menjadi navigasi kemarahan salah dan pemberontakan di ditinggalkan oleh satu-satunya orang tua ia telah meninggalkan. Isadora mengambil peran pengasuh. Tutor melihat ke pendidikan, memastikan ia memiliki tepat peneguhan baik-dibesarkan dari setiap magang baron. Dia menghasilkan hanya tuannya setelah ia kehilangan haknya perusahaan yang ia lihat sebagai berdiri terakhir kebanggaan ayahnya dan sukacita, dan meraih gelar pertama juta independen dari warisannya tak lama setelah.
Nama Patras banyak landasan untuk berdiri di atas. Dengan midtwenties nya Lucian telah mengadakan prestise mengesankan pria dua kali usianya, karena tidak satupun dari mereka bisa bersaing dengan layak keluarganya. Nama mereka telah menjadi merek terpercaya sejak pergantian abad, ketika besar-besar-kakeknya telah membuka penginapan kecil yang menawan yang melayani kelas atas dalam batas-batas kota metropolitan kecil yang disebut Folsom. Mereka sekarang memiliki armada hotel mewah yang mencakup seluruh dunia dan lebih banyak uang daripada mereka tahu apa yang harus dilakukan dengan.
Lucian menarik pikirannya dari masa lalu dengan upaya. Setelah sisa makanan itu ditangani, mereka berkumpul di ruang besar untuk menonton sedikit dari permainan. Meskipun matanya tidak pernah meninggalkan televisi, minus melirik lirikan pada Peter dan tangannya berkeliaran, ia bahkan tidak menyadari tim yang sedang bermain. Pikirannya terfokus pada Evelyn.
Apakah dia makan pesta kalkun? Apakah penampungan mengakui liburan? Apa yang dia bersyukur untuk? Dia berpikir tentang pemuda bernama Parker. Ini tidak akan mengejutkan dia jika mereka berdua menemukan kenyamanan di perusahaan masing-masing. Dia merawat dirinya sangat banyak, yang jelas dalam cara kerinduan dia melihat dirinya, apakah Evelyn melihatnya atau tidak.
usus Lucian memutar memikirkan orang lain memeluknya, menyentuhnya, menciumnya. Dia tidak ingin memikirkan mata perak-biru menatap wajah orang lain dengan kekaguman yang sama dia kadang-kadang menatapnya dengan. Anak itu tidak akan pernah bisa memberikan hak jenis kehidupan untuknya, jenis yang akan melepaskan dia dari selokan dari Folsom dan menempatkan dia di mana dia pantas untuk menjadi.
Parker Hughes tidak benar-benar anak laki-laki, meskipun, adalah dia? Tidak, dia adalah seorang pria dengan kerugian. Tusukan yang Lucian adalah, bagian dari dirinya ingin orang lain untuk tetap turun sehingga ia tidak pernah memiliki dia. Dia harus berharap Parker berlari ke dalam beberapa keberuntungan sehingga Evelyn mungkin bisa menemukan beberapa ukuran kecil kebahagiaan, tapi dia egois. Dia adalah miliknya.
Evelyn dimaksudkan untuk sesuatu yang lebih baik. Semua orang melihatnya, kecuali miskin Evelyn tidak bersalah dirinya. Dia yakin dia bahkan tidak menyadari apa keributan ia telah menyebabkan di bar malam itu. Apa yang akan dia lakukan jika dia tahu tidak hanya itu Clinger melayang di kursinya berharap untuk mendapatkan sepotong, tapi temannya dari salon, Patrice, juga sudah lebih dari bersedia untuk mengikutinya ke tempat tidur malam itu?
Ketika ia tiba di Vogue setelah Dugan menerima panggilan dari manajer bahwa seorang wanita menggunakan kartu, dia ingin menginjak-injak di sana seperti hewan posesif dan menandai setiap inci dari dirinya. Mata dari segala arah yang merangkak di atas tubuhnya.
Sementara orang lain telah susah payah memilih pakaian desainer dan menginvestasikan waktu ekstra dalam penampilan mereka dalam rangka untuk menggurui bar mewah, Evelyn telah dikenakan hanyalah sebuah T-shirt katun dan celana jeans dengan mereka fuck- seksi saya pompa. Dia terjebak keluar seperti jempol sakit. Bukan karena dia underdressed, tetapi karena bahkan tanpa upaya yang dilakukan oleh orang lain, dia dengan mudah makhluk yang paling indah di dalam ruangan.
Rahangnya muncul dan dia mem- buka giginya. Dia tidak lagi dan ia harus menerima dia akan selalu mendapatkan pemberitahuan dari pria dan wanita lainnya. Dia adalah menakjubkan dan manis dan membuatnya sangat mudah baginya untuk bekerja ekstra dan melakukan sesuatu yang murah hati ia biasanya bahkan tidak akan mempertimbangkan. Dia akan melakukan apa saja, hanya untuk melihat bahwa tampilan kekaguman di matanya. Tapi bagaimana jika itu berarti membiarkan dia pergi?
Dia menyadari pertandingan telah berakhir ketika Petrus berdiri.
"Nah, Annie, Anda siap untuk pulang?"
tas douche ini. . .
Antoinette tinggal di sebuah kondominium kecil yang nyaman di puncak pembentukan mewah ia selesai tepat pada waktunya untuk ulang kedua puluh. Lucian tidak ragu Peter membuat dirinya cukup di rumah di kondominium nya, menggunakan kabel nya, makan makanan nya. Dia mengingatkan dirinya sendiri, sekali lagi, bahwa Antoinette dan Evelyn pada dasarnya usia yang sama dan dia memiliki banyak dari hak untuk hidup hidupnya dengan cara dia memilih sebagai Evelyn lakukan. Itu tidak membantu.
Menampar Peter keras di belakang, Lucian meremas bahunya sampai ia meringis. "Mengapa kau tidak datang ke kota kadang-kadang, Pete? Aku ingin menunjukkan apa itu saya, membiarkan Anda mendapatkan kaki Anda basah di dunia nyata untuk satu atau dua hari, melihat apakah Anda punya apa yang diperlukan. "
"Luche, Peter tidak tertarik pada industrialisasi dunia . Dia ingin menjadi seorang instruktur, "Antoinette kata dengan bermata sayang untuk pacarnya.
"Seorang instruktur dari apa?" tanyanya.
"Seni bela diri," Peter menimpali, keduniawian diandalkan untuk suaranya.
tatapan Lucian menyipit saat ia skeptis mengambil dalam membangun kurus nya. "Apa sabuk Anda?"
Pria yang lebih muda menggeser kakinya gelisah. Gerak adalah kontradiksi lengkap untuk dagu terbalik nya. "Aku tidak belt apa pun, tapi aku berencana memulai kelas musim semi ini."
Astaga. Antoinette diperlukan untuk menjatuhkan tolol ini. Cepat. "Yah, semoga sukses dengan itu," katanya, tidak repot-repot untuk menyamarkan nada terkesan nya.
Setelah mereka semua membuat selamat tinggal mereka dan saudara-saudara perempuannya berjanji mereka akan berkumpul di Folsom kadang-kadang sebelum Natal, ia menuju ke Rolls dan direncanakan mengambil jalan indah rumah untuk mengambil di lahan terbuka. Semoga udara segar akan menghapus gambar mata perak dan gelombang berangan mengisi kepalanya.