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On Lotus Pond Part 8: Coffee, Cigarettes and Intentions

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Part 8 of the Carlos D/ Daniel Kessler Slash Fan fic.  As this is my first attempt in writing a slash fic, this story is prone to grammatical errors and plot holes.

Disclaimer: The following literary attempt is purely fictional.  The names of the main characters happen to have real life counterparts in the form of very very gorgeous people.  Any incident, character or anything that happened in the real life are purely coincidental.  While I am somewhat obliged to say that I don’t own these real people, I am just informing anyone not to copy this story and make a buck out of it.  Just read and try to enjoy if you please.

“So have you finally told this boy that he had to leave?” the question was dropped along with an inquisitive eye.

Carlos took one swig from the rich coffee served in the posh restaurant they were in and then took one deep breath from his cigarette before slowly blowing out the smoke between his thin lips as he finally replied:

“Well…not exactly.”

He was having coffee with Janet Lauder, one of the few confidantes. His friendship with her can be described more as a vitriolic kind rather than a conventional definition of friendship.

Janet blew a rather thick smoke from her Cuban cigar before speaking,

“I am very much intrigued of this boy now. You only made me stay in your mansion for a day or two while this street rat have been living and roaming freely in your home for three weeks now.”

“The difference between you and him is that you are a rich, spoiled bitch, Janet.” Carlos answered with a wry smile.

“I won’t be surprised if it’s his goo goo angelic eyes and cute face that have taken you, Carlos. I’m surprised that a lad with a sad story and fucking beautiful face could win you over.  Is he always tied up in your bed?”

Carlos wanted to deliver a strong punch across Janet’s foundation caked face but he restrained himself. As much as Janet deserves it, he didn’t want to come home with her disgusting white cement of a foundation on his fist.

As soon as he finished his cigarette, he lit another one before dropping the bomb.

“By the way, I’m planning to send Daniel to the Julliard.”

Janet froze momentarily and then abruptly set down her cup of coffee.

“You’re planning to send him to that music school?” Janet’s eyes widened that Carlos was so sure, her fake eyelashes would come off and drop on her coffee.

“You didn’t hear what I said or is that a rhetoric question?”

“To that prestigious music school! Carlos, what are you thinking?”

“Janet, Daniel is very talented. You should see him play. It would be a waste not to cultivate that. Do you expect that he should just be sent to a community college to study accounting?”

“And aren’t you afraid that this would cause the tongues to wag? The greatly revered and greatly feared Mr. Carlos Dengler, L’Enfant Terrible of the fashion industry, all of a sudden sending a nobody—a boy—to a prestigious music school. Isn’t that so—”

“Well I could just say he’s a distant cousin.”

Janet laughed sardonically.

“Cousin,” she sneered, “who are you trying to fool, Carlos?”

“I suggest you put your mouth and ears somewhere else Janet if you have nothing good to say and have no time to listen. He’s going to music school and I’ve made up my mind.”

Then Carlos put his face near Janet’s and stared back at her with a cynical smile.

“By the way, give my regards to your cousin Kathleen. Heard that young girl is doing well working in your department.”

“How the hell did you— ” Janet tried to speak but Carlos moved away from her and started for the door. As he opened the door, he turned around and blew a sarcastic kiss to her direction:

“It takes one to know one, Janet.”

(To be continued)