The Conspiracy

By Mark Farentino

Have you ever been excited about meeting your dream lover?
Aren’t you just as glad when you run into your old pal?
Take this journey with Carly Langston as he narrates his experiences of love, lust, & betrayal in a town that he loved calling home. You will be shocked at the turn of events that happened that winter in Lake Canary.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Sep 17, 2018
• ISBN: 9781546256601

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Published by AuthorHouse 09/11/2018

ISBN: 978-1-5462-5659-5 (sc)

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Introduction

Hi, I am Carly Langston. I am just a middle aged ordinary guy. I am Vice President of a billion-dollar organization. I’m rich. I live alone. I don’t have any children. In my opinion, I have done pretty well for myself in my lifetime. I went to college, and while there I made a few friends, but we never really know who our friends are no matter how close we become you feel me. I mean, we all live these secret lives. What happens at my house is nothing like what happens at yours, and only a fool is telling all of their business to everyone. There is an important rule in life. I am sure you’ve heard it before never let your right hand know what your left hand is doing. I love my assistant just as if she is my own daughter. I would do anything for Sarah, and Sarah would do anything for me. I like having sex too, and nothing is more attractive to me than a pretty lady especially, if she knows how to suck a mean dick. After reading my story I really don’t give a fuck if you judge me or not. I am just as human as you are filled with tons of error, and perfection all at the same time. I have feelings, and needs just like you, but enough of that shit here’s what happened.

It All Began

There I was drinking a glass of water, gazing out the kitchen window. I was actually intrigued with what I was seeing. There was a gigantic buck caught in the thicket by his antlers. So, I made my way down the back stairs of my house with the intentions on setting him free. To my surprise the deer had freed himself by this rambunctious tussle he had put up. He broke free and ran so far into the distance at an extreme speed. I think he was more startled at the sight of me, than by the fact that he had just been caught in nature’s arms by his own massive body proportions. Just then, I looked over to my right near the front of the house, and I noticed a jet black 750 BMW with limousine tints on the windows stopping near my driveway. I then proceeded to the front of the house when out stepped one of the loveliest ladies I had ever seen. She was medium height, light brown skin, slim, with long swinging dark colored hair, and she wore sunglasses with a long black trench coat that was tied tightly at the waist.

Exasperatedly she said, Excuse me sir, I am lost. I am headed to Bryson Hill, but I seemed to have gone the wrong way. My navigation system has started to malfunction can you please give me directions.

Sure, so you are headed to the small city that reminds you of New York huh? The place where you can have all the fun in the world, and trouble seems to be lurking around every corner.

She said, Gosh you make it sound so horrible. I hear Bryson Hill is not the place to be caught slipping, but it’s also home to a lot of business executives, and a raving community of entrepreneurs. One of my friends did say it looks like New York City with the bright lights, and hustle, and bustle of people moving everywhere. It has its outskirts of danger zones, but come on now don’t scare me gosh, as she smiled.

I asked her how long she had been traveling on this road just to stall her.

She said, For about the space of an hour, but somewhere along the way I believe I missed my turn.

Curious, I couldn’t resist the temptation of asking her name. She grinned with a look in her eyes as if she wanted me to know.

Innocently, she replied, Chloe, Chloe Rosenbaum. Nodded her head to the side and smiled.

I was captured by her smile, and her stunning beauty. She asked my name? I told her Carly, Carly Langston and softly returned a smile. I then told Chloe to head back north for about 20 minutes until she came to a fork in the road, and instead of making the right turn make the left.

She said, Thanks, but before leaving may I please use your restroom? with a worried look.

I wondered if she wanted to come in, because she seen my big ass dick swinging in my pajama pants. I noticed she kept looking at it, and then kept looking away like she saw something on the ground. Still, I acted like I had on a three-piece suit, and I told her that would be fine, so I escorted her in. Inwardly, I had hoped she would want to come in, and rest for a while. When she entered through the threshold of the door she stated in a voice of amazement how impressed she was with the house. She began to explain that her house was just as pretty, not as enormous, but just as pretty, and the bedrooms had immense space, but she only had four rooms.

What’s the name of this community? I didn’t see a sign while traveling this way.

Francis Rose Estates, I responded, ever so arrogantly as the slightest smirk covered my lips. It has been around for a few years, I recently purchased this home when I moved here for my job. I thought it was a catch, priced only at 2.9 million with 15 rooms and a finished basement. I know that in this neck of the woods, and I do mean woods this would be a great place to feel like I am secluded in my own little section of the world. It was close enough to the city, but far enough that I was away from it all. I love living here, and I would not trade it for any other place in the world. I had the option to put a gate around the house, but I opted out, because I loved how the animals would just come up in the yard. My real estate agent told me it would be fine as Francis Rose Estates is a very trusted community."

What’s so special about Francis Rose Estates, and why do you need so many rooms? she asked.

I don’t know, maybe it’s the Cedar Trees, the Alpine Trees, the Evergreen Trees, the free roaming Deer, and Elk. Like I said, they come right in your yard, its beautiful. The air is always crisp, and clean. I always feel a sense of freedom. The most prestigious thing here though I will tell you is the views of the soaring virgin mountain ranges. Especially, the ones with the waterfalls, as well as, the still river that’s right in my backyard, and about the rooms. I always wanted a big house. I thought hey why not I got the money, but I also think I liked where the house is located. The other few houses that I saw at the time when house hunting were a little smaller with less rooms which would have been good, but the river was blocked off by a tree embankment. I chose this house because you can walk right into the river from the yard. It screamed freedom and being as though I am claustrophobic it was a perfect fit. I rambled.

I love your list of reasons, which way to the restroom? she responded, with a hint of laughter.

It’s right through there.

When Chloe came from around the corner after using the restroom she gave me a warm smile and thanked me while looking around the house from where she stood still admiring my home. I was in the kitchen sitting at the island where I was before I looked over and seen that deer in the back of my house.

Hey, Ms. Chloe Rosenbaum would you like a cup of coffee?

Yes, I need one after that hourlong drive from my house.

Honestly, I wanted to give her more than coffee. I had something robust, and satisfying for her, but I maintained my hormones. Man, she is so fine, I thought to myself. I wanted to screw her top off right there in the kitchen. She looked so good wearing that soft pink cashmere sweater with those perky tits. I wondered if she felt the same way. As I ravished her breast with my eyes my Chunk pulsated. She gave me no sign, because if she had I sure would’ve fucked her right there in the kitchen. No luck, so we sat, and had a short, yet interesting conversation over two cups of coffee.

Chloe looked at her watch, and exclaimed, Oh Carly, I must be going!

Enthralled by her fragrance and pretty teeth, I asked, as if I didn’t want her to leave.

What’s the rush?

She informed me that she had to prepare for a speaking engagement for her job the next morning, and she needed to have checked in her hotel about 2 hours ago.

How far do you have to go?

She reminded me that she was headed to Bryson Hill to hotel Casablanca which was just the next town over. I asked her what she would be speaking on, then her cell phone rang. I wondered if she was on the phone with her significant other. I saw no rings on her fingers, and I could not help, but to stare, because her hands were so soft, and when she shook my hand they were so gentle. Snap out of it, I thought to myself she will take your number, and she will never call you. Then I heard her say to the person she was on the phone with, Alright talk to you later, and then she quickly hung up. She looked at me as if she had just received the best news.

Then she said, Alright Carly, I really have to go. Can you please get my coat for me?

After exchanging numbers, I walked her to her car. Her fragrance was so pretty, she looked so pretty, man she was so pretty I was bubbling over inside! I wished that I could have gone with her wherever she was going. Sweetly, she hugged me, pressing her bosom against my hard rock chest, jumped in her car, told me to be in touch, and she pulled off. My first thought while watching her drive away was she is so amazing! I went back in the house, and all I could do was think about Chloe for the rest of the night. I even rubbed one out thinking about her soft tits.

It was soon Monday, the next morning maybe around 6:00 a.m., it was still dark outside as the sun had not come up yet. I opened my eyes, yawned, and sat up. I looked over at the mirror and could see a vague reflection of myself. I put my feet on the floor, and I stretched when I thought about yesterday, and I smiled. I thought to myself I think I just met the woman of my dreams. Thirsty, maybe from the warmth of the heat while I slept, I went to get a drink of water. Rationalizing within myself should I call her, or should I wait for her to call me first, I just decided to think about something else. I turned on the News, and dozed back off until about 9:19 a.m. As the morning progressed, and the sun was rising, I decided to go out for a quick meal before going into the office. I got dressed in one of my new Armani suits, I grabbed the keys to the Bentley, and I headed north in the same direction that Chloe had gone the evening prior. I drove for about 20 minutes listening to one of my favorite classical composers Ludwig van Beethoven when I saw the fork in the road that would lead me to Bryson Hill. I kept straight as I did not want to seem like a stalker. I thought to myself what would she do if she sees me in Bryson Hill? What would she say? How would she respond? She’d probably think I was some kind of rich jerk that just had too much time on his hands. She might even think I was a stalker, and by no means did I want to come off that way.

Finally, I reached upscale Lake Canary. Everywhere you looked you seen luxurious vehicles parked outside of fashion stores, and restaurants. It seemed like everyone you saw was wearing high fashion, women were walking dogs in high heels, and holding their purses, and shopping bags, or impromptu meetings were being held sipping tea, or coffee at the counters of baristas. It was a dazzling place with parks, benches, and tall apartment high rises, and tall office buildings overlooking Lake Canary, or surrounding the city’s center. By this time, it was only 11:00 a.m., and I had stopped at the dock, because I had seen an old friend who also seen me coming around the bend near the restaurant where I was going to have brunch. As I stopped the car I wondered what Nordic was doing in Lake Canary. Last, I heard he was living further up North not far from where I was living after college. I had not seen nor heard from him since he dropped out of school due to his family falling on hard times. I know Lake Canary is a thriving place to be that’s why I didn’t mind moving here. Maybe he is here on a business trip I thought to myself. I remember seeing a mutual friend of ours before moving down here who told me about business Nordic was handling down here, but