What would you do if you won the lottery?
Cruise the French Riviera on a yacht filled with nubile and eager models? Check.
Throw lavish parties and revel in the attention showered upon you? Check.
Perhaps even give lavishly to charities like you always? Check.
What if it wasn't enough?
Inconceivable is the steamy tale of a man who overnight is granted the ability to buy anything, except for the one thing he desires, and his exciting and dangerous adventures on his quest for the thing which all men seek, but few ever find.
Author's Note:
This is a full novel which I've split into four easily consumable sections.
Fair warning, this section of the novel delves into some areas some readers may find offensive. Trigger warning for on page violence which is at times politically motivated.
All characters are over eighteen. Enjoy!
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Chapter Twenty
Three weeks later we arrived at the new compound. We had arranged with the seller for us to spend a few nights there on what was technically a rental, but the agreement for purchase had already been negotiated in full. If we liked the place, I just placed a call to Joel, and it was mine. Anissa had joined us on the flight to Calgary but asked if I minded if she spent a week or two in Banff while Melody and I evaluated the house. When we landed, there were two identical Range Rovers waiting for us.
As Anissa walked with us toward the vehicles, she said, "I hope you like the house. Not to influence your decision, but this is the house that Sven recommended. He said he would be glad to come up and do a full analysis of the property's capabilities, and make changes where needed, if you choose to buy."
"That sounds great," I replied. "You sure this phone will work way out there in the middle of nowhere?"
"Reasonably so. But if it doesn't, there is a satellite phone in the luggage already loaded in your vehicle. Along with some other items you might find useful."
"What would I do without you, Anissa?" I asked jovially.
She said, "I shudder to think. I will be available by phone around the clock if you need anything."
Melody said, "You should go have some fun. Hit the slopes and then pick up enough hot guys to make you airtight. Tim is in good hands."
The two women hugged. Melody and I then loaded our suitcases and the dogs up in our SUV and headed south. True to Anissa's word, the journey took nearly four hours. This was due, in part, by the fact that we had to go nearly one-hundred kilometers further south than the property as a rather imposing mountain range prevented direct passage. This, combined with the persistent snow fall, caused our journey to be slow but impossibly picturesque.
We finally arrived at the house just before the sun set behind the towering Rocky Mountains just to our west. The last ten miles of the journey was over a narrow unpaved road and during the journey we only saw one other house. We passed through a double gate, the first requiring an entry code and the second requiring the realtor to open the gate remotely. Control of this second gate would be transferred to the house if I decided to buy. The house was even more beautiful than it had been in the pictures. It was in the style of many of the expensive villas in upscale ski resorts, featuring steep roofs and vaulted ceilings.
It took me several minutes to unload the car. In addition to the bags Melody and I had brought with us from the plane, there were an even dozen bags which Anissa had arranged to be pre-loaded in the car. The dogs spent this time enjoying their first chance to truly run free in several weeks. When I got inside, Melody informed me that the kitchen was fully stocked. In addition, the fuel tanks were topped off and there seemed to be enough firewood stacked outside the back door to last a dozen winters.
We toured the house slowly, taking turns pointing out interesting features. After we finished with the upper house, we made our way down to the caverns below via a cleverly hidden staircase. Melody expressed disappointment that it was not concealed behind a bookcase, but I agreed with the architect that concealing it behind the dart board in the game room would likely be more convenient.
The cavern was cool compared to the house above, but much warmer than the frigid snowstorm outside. The pool was larger than I had expected, and extremely deep. As we gazed into the water, I realized that it had not been dug. Instead, the pool had been cleverly built into a pre-existing chasm in the cavern. This gave the pool an irregular shape. It also made it extremely deep, which appealed to the diver in me. My thoughts about getting some diving equipment brought in were interrupted by Melody calling out from another room.
I followed her voice into the theater, which was much more impressive up close. The screen was easily five meters wide, but the more impressive piece was the seating which, unlike traditional movie theaters, seemed purpose built for cuddling.
Our final stop was the panic suite, which was very nice in its own right. True to Anissa's word, it was entirely surrounded by the natural rock of the cavern except in two places. Both entrances, or perhaps it would be more specific to say the entrance and exit, were essentially bank vault doors. They were each several feet thick and had pins the size of my thigh which would lock the door in place.
I said, "Now that's a big door."
Melody giggled and said, "Nerd."
As we were riding the elevator back up to the main house, I got a text from Anissa telling me to look in the suitcases which had been preloaded in the SUV. I had left them in the foyer since they were quite heavy. Upon opening them I was amazed to see that half of them held an array of firearms and ammunition which I suspected was not legal in this country. The rest contained cold weather clothing and a note which said to make sure we checked the garage.
We quickly suited up and made our way to the detached structure. On our way to the garage, I spotted a large array of solar panels which, along with an oversized propane tank, made the house completely self-sufficient for its energy needs. In fact, the house was entirely off the grid since it utilized satellite for all communications. Inside the garage, we found another Veloci-Raptor, similar to the one I had asked Anissa to arrange back home, and a pair of Polaris ATV's.
