Angel Wife - Chapter 5
Oliver has made a date with his oldest sister, Veronica and despite his thoughts about the beautiful leggy woman he finds himself deeply affected by her attitudes and her outlook on her future. It is a future he is sure that she does not want and she affirms it with her declaration of love and the wonderful weekend he spends with her.
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My date with Veronica was one of the highlights of my twenty years of life.
It was strange when I thought about it that I was so young. I felt, and knew that I looked, as if I was much older than my years and my mind somehow tried to tell me that I was. My body had matured. I would not grow any taller than my already 186 cms. I looked my father in the eye and he was pleased to see my strong manly form. My face did not sprout the five o'clock shadow that Ralph and some of the other servants sported but then again I suspected that my fine silvery hue of hair hid the slow growth on my face. My groin did not grow hair back after my last operation and the hairs on my arms and legs were equally sparse and fine.
My head almost glowed in dim light as the silver solidified across the expanse of my skull. It made me look as old as I felt, which was in my eighties at times but more likely in my mid-thirties but my youthful face made many people second guess themselves as to my real age. My voice was deep and I carried myself confidently as I strode among business people, socialites and adult members of society. As my father watched me strolling around the room in my tailored three piece suit he told me that he could not help but be proud of me and proud of the way people observed me as I walked around the room chatting and shaking hands.
As we stood sipping wine he placed a hand lightly around my waist. "Oliver there is not one woman in this room that would guess that you are, according to your birth certificate, under drinking age. I have watched some of them preen and primp as you walk by and there are plenty of my colleagues that accept you as a very mature and responsible partner in my," he coughed, "our business. It is a fine disguise this newly awakened brain has given you and I, for one, am very pleased that I am having this wonderful time with you, my son." I had swelled like a mating pigeon from his words and I had promised him that I would continue to act with maturity and respect for him and our positions in this new world I was getting introduced to so quickly. He nodded as if expected nothing less, however, he could not help but suggest that I get my pilot's licence rather than try to fly by myself. I chuckled as he did before we separated to mingle among the crowd of well to do men and women.
My silver hair did make me stand out and I was instantly recognisable as Oliver Henderson son of multi-millionaire and entrepreneur, Walter Henderson. I was proud to be his son but sometimes I wanted a little bit of respect for my own abilities and successes. My night with Veronica was one in which I was recognised for such attributes and the awe and respect with which Veronica viewed me afterwards added a certain passion to our lovemaking that left both of us breathless.
It had started as we alighted from the hire car. We had been dropped off in the town car at two different points. Me at the airport as I feigned travelling to a conference and Veronica to the motel where she was spending a few nights for a shopping expedition with some girlfriends. Not long after she was dropped off I teleported to our room, dropped off my bags and met her in the motel lobby about half an hour later. I did not want to be too early as I had not revealed my unusual powers to anyone but Jessica and her twinned personality, Emily that seemed to reside both in my wonderful Nanny and Ralph as well as forever present in my mind.
As I told Harry, the driver, to stay in his seat and that I would help Veronica alight I noted several people watching to see who would emerge from the long silver vehicle that had parked directly opposite the entrance to the exclusive restaurant that I had made bookings using the family name. Veronica was dressed in a glittery silver gown with heels that had brought her height almost to my own. She looked like a model with her hair slightly teased and a little streak of silver running through her natural blond waves that kissed her bared shoulders. The dress had a slit in the front that trailed off to the right and I ensured that I was standing directly in her doorway as she placed a long leg out as I held out my hand for her to use to bring the rest of her body out of the car. I smiled brightly as I saw the little silver knickers that barely covered her bald pussy. It was a view for myself only as Veronica ensured my body hid her from any others that may have looked her way.
As she stood beside me several flashes hit us from cameras and I suspect, mobile phones. I tensed and automatically my mind was erasing those pictures even as they were taken. Veronica's hand on my elbow gave a little squeeze and I turned to find her smiling widely towards the small crowd that were gathering to watch us enter the building. Her poise as she took a small step and forced my own stride to match hers was remarkable. "Miss! Miss!" a few ardent voices called out. "Turn this way, please, Miss!" Veronica paused on the red carpet that extended from the doorway to the kerb and let one of her long legs show from beneath her dress as she posed as if she walked a catwalk. My mind was busy as I ensured that none of the images made it into the camera's storage or was reproduced on film. I was pleased that Emily had prepared me for such a situation as she assured me that Veronica would look stunning for our date and attract unwanted interest.
"Who made your dress, Miss?" a woman called out and Veronica's reply apparently impressed several of the women that had suddenly appeared. I slid my suit covered arm around her waist when her eyes told me that it was time to move. I smiled politely as several more flashes hit us as I guided her to the door being opened by the uniformed man that greeted us warmly. I had not quite made the door when a voice called out to me. "Mr Henderson is this your fiancé?" a male voice asked.
I simply grinned back and let my arm guide Veronica through the door and sighed as it closed mercifully quickly behind us before even more ridiculous questions were fired at us. My tenseness obviously was felt by Veronica.
"Relax, Oliver. No-one here knows who I am. They certainly know
you
though," she whispered as we continued through the wide entrance and a smiling and bowing maître' d approached us.
"This way, Mr Henderson. We have set you and your lovely guest out on the balcony where no-one will disturb you," he smiled and indicated with his hand for him to follow him.
I lightly held Veronica's hand as we followed his dark blue uniform and several people called my name as we walked past several other tables. They were familiar faces from my father's and my business interests. I acknowledged a few of them by name but kept moving. Seated at last I eyed my date as her eyes checked me over with a brightness I had not noticed before.
"Wow, Ollie!" she began after I had ordered a bottle of white wine and told the man that we would enjoy the view for a few minutes before he sent over a waiter. He nodded and moved off quickly leaving me to more fully appreciate the beautiful woman opposite me. Veronica almost glowed in the fading light and the soft glow of lamps that began to come on around the wide balcony overlooking the river.
"What?" I answered softly.
"Your name gets the nicest table in the place. The maître' d didn't even ask you for id and you are definitely underage for drinking alcohol. The press outside believes you have brought your fiancé out for an intimate dinner! What other surprises am I in for tonight?" she giggled lightly. "Oh," her smile widened, "and some of the town's richest men call out to you by name for your attention. Daddy would be very proud."
"Daddy is already very proud of me, Veronica. He tells me that nearly every day," I answered her kindly.
"He tells me he loves me nearly every day too, now, Ollie. I barely saw him before you got hurt the last time and now it seems all of us girls are as treasured as you seem to have become. The last year and a half has been a real roller-coaster for the women in the Henderson mansion," she said and I could feel a little bit of resentment in her tone.
"Dad was lost for a while, Veronica. Lost in a world where he did not know about anything else but making money. It was the only thing that he thought was important. My, I guess, almost dying made him rethink. I know that I never had much love for him either but to see him almost fall apart when the doctors gave him the news was enough to spark something inside of me. I even found I loved my bratty sisters," I laughed as I watched her beautiful face almost crumple into tears at the memory of my illness.
We were silently watching the river and out of the corner of our eyes each other when a waiter came pushing a small trolley with an ice bucket containing our wine and two glasses. He poured and I told him that we would like to see the entrée menu now.
As he left I saw Veronica swallow nervously. "Why are you so nervous, Veronica? You were so poised when we arrived and now you seem on edge," I asked her even as I sipped the wine and found it to be as excellent as I remembered.
"No-one knows me, Ollie. Is that how it is going to be for the rest of my life? A pretty face on the arm of a man in a suit. One that sits quietly, smiles at the right times and then goes home and dutifully spreads her legs and lets the suited man use her for his pleasure until she is sent off to her own bed and spends the night alone?" her voice sounded even more bitter as she took a long swallow of her wine.
"I would never let you be like that, Veronica," I said softly.
"Why? Are you going to let me choose my own husband? Let me find a man that will treat me like you?" her eyes overflowed and I was quickly on my feet and kneeling beside her. I lifted her chin and brushed her tears away with my gentle thumb before kissing her softly on her full lips. "Don't, Ollie, my make-up will run and I will look like some drag queen!" she lightly scolded me. She grabbed her purse and told me she would be back shortly. I watched her tall glittery form head for the powder rooms, as the Americans call them and hoped I could make her night a bit happier.
There were camera flashes and some calls as I watched her return in a much more stately fashion than her hurried scuttle across the back of the diners. She walked directly across the room avoiding tables and keeping her head high as she returned to me. I stood and lightly kissed her again before holding the seat for her to sit.
"They wanted to know you then," I grinned.
"Only because I have nice tits and legs that go for miles," she grinned back at me.
"And I, for tonight, am yours," she added as we clinked glasses in salute of each other.
We ate raw oysters and lightly sautéed scallops with crumbed deep fried brie cheese as an entrée and I watched Veronica's eyes become more alive and happier with each bite. Our conversation drifted but it did not come back to my sickness or her apparent status in the world.
As the thick rib eye fillet, salad and delicious sauce arrived and was placed in front of me, Veronica eyed it with delight. Her fish was superb in its tarragon and white cream sauce with sautéed crispy potatoes and steamed greens. We shared forkfuls with each other and she deliberately let a little of the white sauce sit on her lip and eyed me lustily before letting her little pink tongue capture and savour it in her mouth. Our conversation turned.
