To Love A Duke

O’Rourke

Song Recommendation: Wild child by vitamin string quartet

From the start of time, from the first break of silence . Many a woman have been the bane of the male gender existence..

“b****y hell man! You smell like s**t” Orion repulsed at the darkness of the room. He hated dark places. and the thick odor of whatever it was that smelt like s**t in his friends room. He had come to call on Rourke but the man was clearly still abed.

“Get up you pig” he said after a while of no movement from the form on the bed. He stalked to the heavily draped velvet cotton and pulled aback letting the sun rays stream into the room and the sleeping form of Rourke

Rourke let out a series of curses then squinted and blinked rapidly trying to adjust to the newly lightened room.

“You could use a bath- and a shave..” Orion was saying as Rourke flung the covers aside and sat up

“..and some clothes” Orion finished

“I could use a drink” Came Rourke’s croaked voice and as he sat up to tie his banyan “my head hurts like the very devil” he continued

“And your dim witted brain suggest more alcohol” Orion replied him studying the portrait on a n***d petite woman with blonde hair, it reminded him of her, except this woman’s eyes weren’t blue, blue as clear as the skies and spring waters, ocean eyes that made him want to bare his entire soul and be judged by her. He shook himself and looked away from the picture.

Rourke’s smiled and replied in a sing sing voice “ you know what they say, the cure of a hangover is to get drunk” Orion looked him over skeptically.

“Freshen up while I go raid your cellar as you did mine. We need to talk” Orion called over his shoulder as he headed for the door.

Orion let himself into Rourke’s study gallivanting while waiting for him. He wandered to his desk, there lay some files littered around, he opened the drawer and saw a stark of letters and he fingered them looking for nothing in particular. Then something caught his eye, some sort of embroidered handkercher . It had Rourke’s initials on Both sides with a heart. The handcraft was neatly done and vividly familiar. He had a similar pocket kercher and he had an inkling it was done by the same hand.

When Rourke had joined him they had spoken at length and though Rourke hadn’t divulged much, the crux of the matter from what he could piece together was a woman, a woman was troubling Rourke! That was strange indeed. Considering Rourke had sworn off women for years now, following the incidents that led to his wife’s death. Apparently there had been this one woman who held Rourke’s interest and that was about it, he wouldn’t give anything up, when he probed harder Rourke had asked him to mind his business and settle his own wife issues before attempting to aid with his. At least his sense of humor was back. Rourke was vague as to the the woman’s identity but as elusive as the woman seemed, Orion was pretty sure he knew this woman Rourke spoke about. Not that he would voice this thought to Rourke. He knew her, he knew her up to the mole under her left breast. The woman was Cassie, the widow from his villa.