Author's Note: I'm taking a break from "What Happens Behind Closed Doors." I'll write new parts as soon as I get the inspiration.
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Angel McKeon was the last child of the McKeon family to finally settle down. His family felt that at his age, which was, thirty was reasonable enough to start a family of his own. The woman that is his wife, his confidant and lover was the one and only Darla Morgan. Darla Morgan and Angel met in such interesting circumstances, which was their family. Angel's family was the prominent business company of McKeon Industries. McKeon Industries was knows throughout the world, but its primary headquarters was in Los Angeles. Though from time to time Angel would have to travel to Sunnydale or other parts of the US to represent McKeon Industries.
Though let's get back to Angel and Darla and how they first met. You'd think that when parents would set up a meeting for their son that he'd be somewhat thrilled. Well that wasn't the case. You'll see what I mean.
Angel was sitting in his office looking at the files on his desk when his parents entered the room. The interior of his office was carpeted, leather seating and a metal nameplate that was on his desk. There was a window behind Angel that overviewed the city of Los Angeles.
"Hello son," said the older male. Angel lifted his brown eyes to recognize his parents.
"Dad, Mom, why are you here?" he asked as he dropped his Mont Blanc pen on his desk.
"Can't a mother come and see her son?" Mrs. McKeon asked.
"Of course not, Mom," Angel said getting up from his seat and walked over to greet his parents. Angel leaned on his desk with his arms crossed on his chest. He knew that his parents were up to something because they rarely interrupted him at work unless it was important.
"Angel, we were thinking that maybe it was time that you settle down and leave your bachelor life."
"Really? Why is that? I'd really like to know," Angel said angered. His eyebrows turned into a frown.
"Well you're twenty eight and we both feel that you'd be suited with Darla Morgan."
"You're kidding right?! She's a bitch, stuck up and spoiled! There's no way I'm getting married to her," Angel said seriously looking straight at his father.
"Don't you dare say that about Darla Morgan! You have no right to say that about her. Her family has been great friends with ours for years."
"I don't care father. I'm not marrying her. She and I have nothing in common."
"Angel, listen to your father. He only wants what's best for you."
"Mom, I can't believe you're taking Dad's side on this."
"Angel, listen to me. When I first met your father, he and I never really knew each other and look at us now," she said caressing his cheek. He turned his face and leaned into his mother's hand. His mother would always caress his cheek whenever he would get upset.
"Mom, I can't marry. I don't love her," he said softly.
"Angel, I know that, but there's no other way. You have to. In due time you'll love Darla Morgan and build a family with her.
"I just can't."
"You're going to marry Darla. End of discussion," said Mr. McKeon.
"Fine. You want me to marry Darla Morgan? I'll do it." 'Though that doesn't mean that I have to love the bitch.'
"Good. That settles it."
That was two years ago. Since then Angel has been married to Darla. Though his marriage to her wasn't what he wanted. She wanted him by her side at all times and wasn't too thrilled about the female employees talking to him. She was getting suspicious and was wondering if Angel was having an affair behind her back. Then again if he did and she would get a bundle in the divorce settlement and her stocks at McKeon Industries would remain hers. Even if she weren't married to Angel anymore, she would remain one of the shareholders of McKeon Industries.
~*~*~*~*~*
Buffy Summers a young woman at the age of twenty-five and decided to start her own lingerie business. She figured with the money that she invested would earn her enough money to start a business. It did. Though starting a business wasn't the problem. It was men. Buffy just couldn't find the right guy to satisfy her. Of course when it comes to satisfaction most people would automatically assume that it meant sex. Well it wasn't. The sex was great with the men that she had been with, but that's all it was. Though all the men that she had been with from Parker, Owen to Riley, Riley was the nicest of all. Riley Finn had made her feel special and loved. Though their relationship lasted two years, she couldn't see herself married to him. There was something missing and she couldn't put her finger on it.
Faith Evans was a brunette with long hair that reached her shoulders and happened to be Buffy's roommate and best friend. These two girls have known each other since they were three. They have always been inseparable. Faith was the wild one between them, but that doesn't mean if Buffy wanted something that she wouldn't go after it. Buffy liked a challenge and was willing to win her prize.
"So B, what are we gonna do tonight? Are we staying in or going out?"
"I guess we can head out if you want?
"Gee, don't let me force you to go out. I was just trying to cheer you up. You seem a bit down after your break up with Riley."
"I am. Though that doesn't matter now. I'm gonna get dressed and we'll head downstairs to the bar. If nothing happens which is likely, then we'll head out to The Bronze."
~*~*~*~*~*
It was Friday night and Angel didn't want to spend it cooped up in his hotel room. His best friend Spike insisted that they'd get a couple of drinks. Spike also wanted to find a lady to spend the night with him.
"You ready in their Angel?"
"Yeah, I'm coming. Let's head downstairs."
~*~*~*~*~*
The bar at the Sunnydale Hotel had elegance. As you enter the room the lights were lit, the floor had hard wood paneling of mahogany with a clear polish to protect the surface. The bar had long table with the bartender, alcohol and mirror. There were also little tables with chairs and a still stemmed rose in a vase.
