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Let Loose, Go Wild Pt. 01

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It was always me against the world. My parents taught me to build walls around myself and never to show weakness or emotion. They worked long hours as the titans of their industries so I could see what a strong work ethic could do and I idolized them, I strived to show that I was just like them but it seemed like I always fell short.

After college, I landed my dream job at the most prestigious wedding planning company in the country. Celebrities, politicians, you know, rich, rich people consisted of our clientele and where there’s rich people, there’s tons of money. In the short span of five years, I busted my ass from intern to Senior Project Manager in the Exotic Weddings department under my boss, Lucas Ryde.

“Kimiko, thanks so much for coming with me to the Dover wedding with me at the last minute. There’s nobody else I would trust more than you,” Lucas said, his deep voice penetrating my thoughts and reeling me back into reality.

“We’re going to be leaving tonight so please go home and pack and I’ll pick you up around midnight,” Lucas instructed, flipping through the papers one last time. He glanced up from his glass desk and his moss green eyes skimmed mine. I stared back with reassurance before he broke the gaze and I continued to survey our surroundings.

Glass lined two walls: the back acting as a window to the outside world, and the front, inviting clients and coworkers in. The other two walls were painted Tiffany everywhere was tight with lean muscle and I had perky bumps for breasts.

Everybody always questioned how we became best friends and sometimes, I did too.

Vrrrr. Vrrrr. Vrrrr, my phone buzzed with a text coming through. I grabbed it from the coffee table and unlocked it.

Text from Lucas Ryde (Boss but not for long): I’m here. Let’s go.

“Hey… Kimiko… Make sure you take a break once in a while… Have fun…Let loose,” Kristen murmured, startling me. She stretched her arms over her head and lazily thumped onto her other side before returning to deep slumber. I tucked the blanket around Kristen before grabbing my suitcase and purse, running down to meet Lucas.

His familiar black Tesla idled in front of my apartment building, the bustle of the city blurring fast behind it. Lucas honked as the building’s door shut behind me and I rolled my eyes. Of course I saw him and he knew it. Lucas gracefully got out of the driver’s seat with a wicked grin and jogged up to me, taking my suitcase and carry-on and placing them gently in the trunk.

As he circled around me, I cocked my head to the side. There was something different about him. He wasn’t wearing his usual suit and tie. He wore a more casual fitted button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and tight shorts that showed off his calf muscles. It wasn’t just the clothes though. He seemed more relaxed… More tempting?

“Hey, Kimiko, I hope you’re excited for some fun in the sun!” he greeted me as I slid in the passenger bursa escort bayan seat. “I’m ready for a pina colada on the beach while you slave away doing all the work,” he continued, flashing another daredevil grin at me.

I snorted and rolled my eyes. “No wonder why you need me there. You’re going to be drunk out of your mind.”

“Come on now, we can both be drunk out of our minds.”

Before I could bite back, Lucas started up the car, one hand on the wheel and the other reached behind in the back seat fishing for something. Lucas winced as his muscular arm bent in an abnormal way trying to reach. I sighed and reached over.

The binder wouldn’t budge from the pocket. Frustrated, I twisted my body so my knees were on the seat and I could get a better grip. Still, it remained unmoved. Pressing my chest forward, I finally grasped the binder and yanked it free from its prison.

I paused. My breasts were pressed up against something hard… I looked down and my body tingled when I realised Lucas’ arm was wrapped around my chest. For a moment, I caught my breath, surprised by his touch but as soon as it registered in my mind, I launched myself from his grasp and slid deep in my seat.

“Wow, need me for even the simplest tasks. My talents are being used well,” I nervously chuckled.

Lucas shot me a strange, long look before focusing on the road. “It’s the details for the wedding. Read it thoroughly before tonight, please.”

Shaking off the moment between us, I turned my attention to the binder in my lap, my eyes lightly skimming through the pages.

A yawn escaped from my mouth when I glanced at the clock. 1 AM. I never stayed up late and sleep was starting to entice me.

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“Ladies and gentlemen, we have landed at our destination. The local time is 4:30 PM. Please be courteous of your seatmates as you file off the plane. Thank you for flying with us and we hope to see you again.”

Before I knew it, the loud whirring of the plane engine shut off and was replaced by the busy noises of other passengers groaning after the long flight, shuffling to get their suitcases, and lining up to leave.

Groggily, I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes as the sunshine powered through my closed eyelids. My eyes popped open and something heavy knocked against my knee. I looked down and the blood drained from my body. It was the binder.

Unfamiliar coldness started devouring my body as my eyes grew huge. I was now wide awake. I hadn’t gone over the details like I promised I would. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I stuffed the binder back into my bag. This was my biggest mess up I’d had in years but I tried to calm the bouncing doubt in my body. I would read it when we got to the hotel.

I peeked over at Lucas and he was still knocked out. His long, brown eyelashes protruded from his gentle sleeping face as little huffs escaped inaudibly from his lips. The corner of my bursa escort lips tugged up because he looked younger, sweeter.

I shook his bare arm and gasped, drawing my hand back immediately as my heart fluttered. Maybe it was because we were on a tropical island or working on a rich couple’s wedding together, but somewhere within, that unfamiliar feeling from earlier stirred.

Lucas woke up startled for a second and relaxed when his eyes focused and realised we landed.

As we drove to the hotel, the hot, humid air clung to any exposed skin and the sun beat down harshly, sweat already beginning to bead around my hairline. I changed into a button up shirt and pencil skirt before Lucas picked me up last night and I was regretting it.

Lush, waxy greenery spanned into the horizon, palm trees loomed high in the air, and the famous camellias bloomed bright reds and pinks, shyly poking out from the green. Plenty of people strolled the streets in huge groups, taking happy selfies with camellias, happily moving to their next destination. At least the scenery made the hot air a little more bearable.

After going through the gate and pulling up to the hotel, it felt surreal. The hotel itself was a huge, white modern building that spanned what seemed like forever. While the main part of the building stood tall, other parts unevenly ended in the sky accompanied with cutouts for huge outdoor courtyards and pools speckled with people. Manicured tropical greenery and blooming camellias surrounded the red brick road we drove up and a huge glass awning swooped down to protect the entrance while young, youthful valet boys wearing tight bright blue uniforms hopped from car to car offering their services to exotic sports and luxury cars.

“Wow,” I whispered under my breath as we got out of the van and made our way into the lobby. As modern as the outside was, the inside was even better. Skylights allowed sunlight to beam down into the lobby, casting beautiful geometric shadows all over the slate grey floors. Masterpieces of abstract art hung on the glossy white walls and a massive fountain off of a central black granite wall sang relaxing rhythms of water for an empty lounging area.

“Hello, welcome to the Blossom Palace. My name is Timi. How may we help you today,” a young, tan man behind the counter greeted us.

“Hi, we’re here for the Dover wedding. We should have two rooms under Ryde,” Lucas replied, leaning on the matching black granite counter. He looked a little worn out from the plane ride as he talked to the man, eyes half lidded.

“Uh, yes, Mr. Ryde. We have… One room under Ryde…” Timi trailed off, his eyes shifting from Lucas to me.

“What? I thought I said two rooms… Could you just book another room for us?”

“I deeply apologize but we are pretty much booked with our regular rooms…Let me see… I can offer an upgraded honeymoon suite for you two. I mean, bursa escort bayan it’s not two rooms but it has a king sized bed. Plenty of room for two people.”

Lucas tapped his foot quickly, his weight shifting from one foot to another as he contemplated the deal. There was no way he’d want to stay in a room with me but there were no other regular rooms and certainly we couldn’t have two upgraded rooms.

“Yes, that’ll work no problem, Timi,” I blurted before Lucas could open his mouth. With his signals of impatience, I knew nothing good would come out of him. “I’ll just sleep on the couch,” I whispered to Lucas. He stopped tapping his foot as he looked down at me. He brushed a lock of hair from my face and my body bubbled at the touch. “It’s okay, I’ll sleep on the couch,” he warily replied.

“Okay, here is the key. So, you know that we have five communal pools and courtyards around and on the hotel, a beach right at your fingertips. Again, I’m deeply sorry about the mix up. The room will definitely be up to your standards,” Timi chirped. “Your room is on the thirtieth floor. It has a fantastic view. Oh, and don’t forget, walking hours around the premises are from 12 PM to 5 AM.” While Lucas wordlessly took the key, I thanked Timi once more before catching up to Lucas who beelined to the elevator.

Timi didn’t lie about the view or the room. When Lucas opened the door to our honeymoon suite, we were greeted by floor-to-ceiling windows with a million dollar view of the hotel’s spotless beach and endless ocean of glistening deep blue water. On the opposite side of the room, the whole wall was frosted glass.

Poking my head through the bathroom door at the end of the short entryway, I took in the equally amazing bathroom. It oozed ultra modern with the same slate-grey floors in the lobby and cool grey walls. On the right side of the room were two floating vanities. A lit mirror stationed above each sink waterfalled into a full length mirror between them. On the left side of the room, the frosted glass diffused bright sunshine into the white tiled shower and tub section.

Past the little entry hall, the spacious room was painted off-white with marble floors. Centered on the right wall, a huge king bed demanded attention with plush white sheets and comforter. Across the bed, a huge flat screen TV played relaxing music with a framed full length mirror resting next to it. On the far side of the room, in front of the windows was a black, velvet couch.

“Holy shit, Lucas, look at this!” I squealed, running to the other side of the room. I opened the balcony door and drank in the black balcony big enough for a small one-person lap pool. “I don’t care if I was sharing this room with the Devil! This is so crazy,” I continued, slipping back into the room.

The room fell silent as I stole a look at Lucas in the mirror. His eyes studied me intensely and an amused smile twitched on his face. My eyebrows crinkled together. Was he thinking about me? To test my theory, I launched myself onto the bed, my eyes never leaving his face in the mirror. As I landed with a thud, his smile turned into an inaudible laugh which he quickly hid behind one of his big hands. My heart skipped a beat. He was watching me.

The Island_(1)

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Edwin looked at the pile of paperwork on his desk and rubbed at his eyes. It had been a really long day, and only midway through what was bound to be a long week. It had begun with his friend Danny’s death two days ago, and since then the Island had been a hive of activity getting things prepared.

In a couple of days time Danny’s children would arrive on the Island, having just found out that they were triplets given up for adoption, and they’d be meeting here for the very first time. On top of that he had a burial to organise for Danny on the Island. Add in organising supplies and planning for every contingency, and it was no wonder he felt exhausted. It was two in the morning and high time he had some stress relief.

He got up from his desk, winced at the pain in his back and moved to the door of his office, part of his home on the Island upstairs from the clinic, and headed for the exit, moving quietly down the stairs as was his habit. Once outside he smiled. He’d always loved the cool breeze that caressed the Island through the night.

He turned left and took the path down to the beach, taking a right between two large bushes on the narrow path the kitchen staff used to bring supplies into the kitchens. A couple of turns and he was moving around the edge of the building where the Islands food was prepared and stored, unstaffed at this time of night. He knew if anyone spotted him they’d just assume he was going for his habitual late night snack, but he knew different.

He bypassed the main doors to the kitchen and entered the small courtyard that served the dual purpose of somewhere to store the trash and somewhere the chefs and porters could sneak out to for a smoke. Casually he glanced around and seeing no-one he slipped over to the backdoor of the pastry kitchen and entered a code in the keypad, a different code from the one normally used to open the door.

A quiet bump sounded next to one of the bins and he moved to the corner, reached down and pulled the handle that was now protruding from the flagstoned yard. A small hatch appeared with a ladder heading down, barely visible in the moonlight.

He quickly slid himself into the narrow passage and closed the hidden hatch above him, seeing the dim lights illuminating the twenty three rungs below him. Reaching the bottom he turned around and punched another code into the wall and the small box beside it opened. He pressed his hand to the small screen inside the box and the door beside him swung open.

Edwin smiled in anticipation. He had a lot of catching up to do.

He entered the saferoom, or as he thought of it, the ‘Bunker’ where he could retreat to if the Island was ever attacked. He ignored the open plan living area and kitchen and moved straight to the door on his left, a control room where he could make contact with the outside world if need be, but his focus wasn’t on the emergency facilities. He moved straight to the console housing the covert CCTV system that Danny Tripps had painstakingly built in secret over the last fifteen years.

His friends words came back to him, as they always did when he looked at the setup. “There’s no point in being trapped in here. Much better to see what’s going on outside. Then you retain an advantage the other side doesn’t even know about. Information is power.”

Edwin smiled and moved to the large leather desk chair facing the bank of fifteen screens. Three large screens, a dozen smaller, all assigned letters from A to O. The one hundred and thirty eight cameras hidden around the island were numbered, making the system incredibly simple to operate. Simply type in the letter for the screen then the camera number, hit enter and that’s what you saw.

The whole system was set up on a motion-activation principle, immediately discarding data that had nothing happening and that suited Edwins purposes perfectly.

He settled his fingers on the keyboard, typed A68 and hit Enter. The first of the three large screens flickered into view, a camera situated in the bedroom of Danny’s favourite PA, Patricia,. She was one of Edwin’s favourites too, a hot, toned blonde with a bundle of intelligence and determination. It wasn’t her intellect that interested him at present though as he watched the live feed from her vacant bedroom, his memory providing him with hundreds of images of her sleeping in that very bed.

He felt the familiar stirring in his groin and smiled. Time to move the recording back.

His fingers found the small dial next to the keyboard, punched in the camera number and then rotated it back. The simple system allowed him to review all recorded footage from that particular camera and he was viewing it in reverse. A couple of chambermaids darted around briefly at high speed, and then the footage caught up to Patricia undressing then sleeping. The footage continued in reverse at high speed, skipping past hours of her lying ılgaz escort still. She’d been asleep for five hours or so when he saw her leap out of bed, naked, and grab a towel, then disappear backwards into the bathroom.

He reset the dial, his left hand coming to rest on his belt, and as the footage began to play on the screen he unfastened his belt and trousers.

Patricia appeared from the bathroom, her skin flushed from the shower, wrapped in a fluffy white towel, and as Edwin pulled down his fly and slid his hand in his trousers, she opened her towel.

Seeing her side on as she lifted the towel, her body taught and firm, her breasts pert and round, Edwin slipped his hand around his cock, slowly stroking himself as he watched her dry herself. She moved too quickly for him though, drying herself rapidly then slipping under the sheet on her bed, settling down to go to sleep.

Edwin frowned and punched in B69, bringing up the footage from the en-suite bathroom in Patricia’s room. He punched 69 in next to the dial and rolled it back, seeing her in a high-speed blur in the shower, moving it back to play as soon as the maid appeared who’d cleaned the bathroom earlier.

While he stroked himself in anticipation the maid finished her work, the lighting changed and Patricia appeared. Dressed only in a black thong, she walked up to the sink, her gorgeous breasts on display and as she brushed her teeth, Edwin zoomed the camera in on her breasts, stroking himself as he watched them jiggle back and forth with every motion of her arm.

“Come on, you hot bitch,” he muttered. “Get in the fucking shower.”

The teeth brushing continued for another minute and then she disappeared off screen, so Edwin zoomed the view back out, seeing her step into the shower cubicle. The water began immediately and he slowed the footage down as she stepped out the cubicle to remove her thong. In slow motion she inserted her thumbs in her waistband and bent over, sliding the black material down her hips, thighs and finally to the floor, and with a casual flick of her foot, the thong ended up back in the bedroom.

Edwins grip tightened on his cock. She always did this before she went in the shower. Always. He zoomed in a little closer.

Patricia stood up straight and stretched, her arms rising high above her head, her breasts jutting out. Edwin groaned, licking his lips in anticipation of what came next. Her right hand slid down over her taught, flat stomach, sliding down over her shaved skin until her middle finger made contact with her clitoris.

“Go on, you fucking slut,” he muttered, his fist pumping as he watched.

Patricia’s middle finger rubbed her clit up and down a couple of times, then in slow-motion, she moved it down her slit, rubbed up and down once, then plunged her middle finger deep inside her pussy.

“Fuck that dirty unwashed cunt, you whore,” Edwin growled. His fist was pumping furiously on his cock now, loving what he saw on the screen.

Patricia dipped her finger in and out three times, and as Edwin zoomed the view back out, he smiled wickedly as she raised the finger to her lips and sucked it into her mouth, her head tilted back.

“That’s a good slut,” He grunted.

She stepped forward into the shower, and Edwin stroked his cock, watching the hot water sluicing down the curves of her body. “Come on, you dirty bitch. Do it.” His fist was pumping rapidly up and down on his cock, his eyes fixated on the screen.

Patricia turned in the shower and squatted down, her back against the wall. Edwin smiled and zoomed the camera in, framing her as her legs came up and her buttocks rested on the shower floor. He could see her pussy, her asshole, tits and face and he felt his heart lift in excitement.

“Go on. Get busy.”

She tilted one hip and her left hand appeared under her ass, her index finger rubbing at her brown puckered hole.

“Do it, slut,” Edwin muttered.

Her right hand appeared between her legs, her fingertips brushing against her clit. Her mouth was open in anticipation, Edwin mirroring her expression on screen. Suddenly she slid two fingers into her pussy, plunging them in deep and her body stiffened in pleasure.

Edwin smiled. “And now the ass, you filthy little whore.”

Patricia’s finger that had been rubbing gently at her ass suddenly pushed, forcing her up to the first knuckle in that tightest of places. He watched as her expression turned nasty and she pushed harder, sinking the finger in her ass and the two in her pussy as deep as they would go. Her breathing was fast now, as intense as the expression on her face.

Edwin realised he was strangling his cock, his grip was so tight, so he eased up the pressure a fraction and continued stroking at a frantic pace, his free hand pulling his black shirt up around his shoulders inegöl escort in anticipation.

Patricia began to plunge her fingers deep inside herself, fucking both her holes at once with vigour, and Edwin’s fist pumped up and down his cock, imagining it was his cock going in and out of her ass like that.

She paused for a second, adding a second finger to her asshole and a third to her pussy, then pushing hard, she slid them all back in again.

“Fucking filthy bitch,” he snarled, knowing what was coming next, feeling his balls begin to tighten in anticipation.

Patricia’s fingers were plunging in and out of her ass and cunt, as hard and fast as she could physically manage, and then her entire body stiffened and her head smacked back hard against the wall of the shower as she came.

Her fingers flew out her holes, all of them going rapidly into her wide open mouth, and as Edwin watched her suck on them, he saw her pussy twitching as she came and her ass opening and closing in glorious, exquisite detail. He came too.

Hot cum splattered out his cock onto his stomach, one spurt and a second, the remainder flopping and dripping onto his pelvis, matting his grey pubic hair, coating his hand.

Patricia’s mouth closed, sucking hard on those fingers that had been deep inside her wet pussy, her tight ass, her brow furrowed and her cheeks rosy as her orgasm washed over her.

“Fucking dirty little whore,” Edwin panted, his eyes glued to the screen as his hand fondled his sticky cock.

Patricia recovered quickly, her fingers leaving her mouth only to quickly tweak her nipples once, then she stood, rinsed herself off, washed her hands and turned the shower off.

Edwin leaned in the chair, panting and grinning as she left the shower. “Filthy fucking whore,” he muttered. Idly he wondered who he’d stroke off to tomorrow morning. Over the last decade his habit had sat him in this chair and made him stroke off to movie stars, musicians, models, hundreds of gorgeous women unknowingly recorded in their most intimate of moments while visiting the Island as guests of Danny. And Edwin had them all recorded and stored. All for his personal pleasure.

“Maybe the Doctor,” he muttered. “Or maybe I’ll get that slut to dress up for me again. Some new fodder arriving soon though.” He smiled, having seen the files of the three triplets. The two girls were hot. He was looking forward to seeing both of them in the most exquisite of detail.

Edwin carefully lowered his shirt over his cum-splattered stomach then fastened up his trousers and belt, trapping the cooling semen against his skin. Carefully he stood up and walked to the exit, feeling it oozing down his stomach. He smiled, loving the feeling, the scent of his own cum, especially if he bumped into anyone outside. He’d deliberately hold them in conversation, just to see if they’d notice the smell. Few did, none of them figured it out though.

He left the ‘Bunker’ and entered the kitchen, taking the sandwich that the Chef always left out for him, munching on it as he walked back to his apartment above the clinic.

Kyle

The phone rang on Kyle’s desk. He frowned, not needing the interruption. For the last three days he’d been working twelve hours trying to get the recommendation done for his company to purchase EDIT, an electronic records management application and he was nearly there.

“Hello. Kyle Watson, Business Strategy Team. Can I help you?” He replied, the standard answer whenever an internal call came through to his desk.

“It’s Reception. There’s a Mister Crowler here to see you. Says he’s a lawyer.”

Kyle frowned. “I don’t have him in my diary.”

“He says it’s urgent that he speak with you,” The security guy at reception stated.

“Em, okay. I’ll be right down.”

“Cheers.” The other end of the line went dead.

Kyle headed for the elevator, the frown still creasing his features, wondering why a lawyer would be coming to see him. There was nothing legal he was involved in at work, he knew he was a pretty well behaved guy, and he knew he was up to date on his loan payments and all that.

He entered the elevator and hit the button for the ground floor, leaning against the wall as he tried to think of a single reason why a lawyer would be wanting to see him, but by the time the doors opened and he reached the reception desk, he still hadn’t come up with one.

“He’s in there,” The portly security guy grunted, poking a thumb in the direction of one of the vacant meeting rooms HR used for interviews.

Kyle looked over, seeing an elderly man, around the age of retirement, but there was something very sharp about him. Maybe the slicked back white hair, or the black suit, shirt and tie, but from his initial glance, Kyle wouldn’t be surprised to find out that this guy was Lucifers lawyer. innovia escort He had that supremely confident look about him.

His frown still on his face, Kyle opened the door. “Hi. I’m Kyle Watson. Can I help you with something?”

The lawyer immediately stood offering a surprisingly warm handshake. “I’m Mister Crowler, Kyle. Thankyou for agreeing to meet with me at such short notice.”

“Sure,” Kyle said, closing the door and taking a seat opposite the old man. “Do you mind if you tell me straight away what it is you want? We’ve got three of the Company Directors in the building today, so it’s kinda busy upstairs.”

The old man nodded.

“Very well. I’m sure you’re wondering why a lawyer has turned up out of the blue to see you. It involves an inheritance from a relative and you’re one of the listed beneficiaries.”

Kyle’s eyes widened at the lawyers words. “Oh.”

“Not what you were expecting?” Mister Crowler asked, an eyebrow raised at the expression on Kyle’s face.

“I didn’t know what to expect, but this wasn’t even on the list,” Kyle admitted. “Who are we talking about here? I don’t know of any relatives of mine that have died.” He frowned as he thought about it. “Not in the last few years anyway. Are you sure I’m the right Kyle Watson?”

“I’m absolutely sure.” The lawyers confident expression left Kyle in little doubt, confusing him further.

“So.. Em… Who died?” Kyle nodded.

“For that you’ll have to bear with me for a few moments while I show you a few files,” Mister Crowler said, flicking open his briefcase and removing several Manilla files, placing them on the desk in front of him. The old mans fingers tapped for a few seconds on the files before he cleared his throat.

“Kyle, you are twenty three years old, born on the 19th of March, correct?” The lawyer’s tone was precise, factual, and Kyle nodded.

“Yeah.”

“What I am about to tell you may come as a bit of a shock, so please bear with me.” He flicked open the first file, containing several photos. The first was a black and white image of three babies, wrapped in blankets and woolen hats and they looked like they were only a day old.

“Babies,” Kyle said aloud, knowing he was stating the obvious, but if he had fifty guesses at what was inside the manilla folders, a baby picture wouldn’t have even crossed his mind.

“Correct,” Mister Crowler replied. “This is a photograph taken of a set of triplets several hours after they were born on the 19th of March, twenty three and a half years ago, Kyle.”

Kyle’s eyes shot up to the old man’s, but the lawyers gaze was fixed on the photo. His finger tapped the baby on Kyle’s left.

“This baby was named Katarina.” His finger moved to tap on the infant on the right. “This one was named Kara, and the one in the middle was named Kyle.”

“Yeah, I think you’ve got the wrong Kyle, buddy,” He said immediately. “I don’t have any sisters, or twins, or whatever.” He kept quiet the realisation that the central baby did look like him in his own baby photos, but Kyle wasn’t convinced. Babies all looked the same to him anyway.

“Please, bear with me,” The lawyer said firmly, moving the photograph to one side. Underneath the photo was a stack of papers, and Kyle could see Adoption Certificate written on the top one. His fingers deftly rotated the document so Kyle could read it.

His eyes met the lawyers a few seconds later. “I don’t know anything about this documentation. I couldn’t tell you if it’s real or false. I know I’m not adopted though.”

“Is this your birth certificate, Kyle?” Mister Crowler said, sliding another document in front of Kyle.

He checked and nodded, frowning as he wondered why the hell this lawyer could have a copy of what looked like his own birth certificate. “Could be, but I don’t know how you have it.”

The lawyer flicked another document next to the birth certificate. “This is a name change by deed poll that accompanies the adoption certificate,” He continued in the factual, clinical and emotionless tone, flicking another two documents in front of Kyle. “And this is your original birth certificate.”

Kyle forced himself to look carefully at what was in front of him. He knew that his own birth certificate was correct and couldn’t see anything on it that was strange or unusual, so he began to read the name change document, and compared it with the adoption certificate. He could feel a knot in his stomach as he failed to find any inconsistencies, and with reluctance, he looked at the original birth certificate.

He read the name of the baby on the certificate and his eyes immediately shot up to the lawyers face, seeing an expression of sadness there, perhaps even a hint of empathy at the young man sitting opposite him whose very foundation was being pulled out from under him.

“The… The surname?” Kyle stammered.

Mister Crowler didn’t say anything. He simply slid another photograph across the table, this time of the three infants, cradled in their fathers arms. It was a younger version of a familiar face, known the world over. For the past few days it had never been off the news.