Page 1 of Undeniable

CHAPTER ONE

Maximus Aurelius Moore stands outside on the balcony of his Italian studio in Rome wearing only a pair of black Calvin Klein briefs, waiting patiently for the sweet little piece of ass he has hired to photograph. He listens to the sounds of the civilized city and thinks about the call he received early this morning from his old army buddy, Dirk Sam. Dirk told him he would be coming to Fort Rucker in the Spring for training, but he wouldn’t be staying with him. He would instead be needing a nice apartment.

"Moore, I got hitched." Dirk laughed. "And I’m not pulling a fast one over on you. I’m for real."

"What the fuck? Hitched as in married?" Aurei asked truly shocked.

"Yeah. Married. Me." Dirk laughed even harder. "It’s a long story, bro. Too long for a phone call. It’ll take several six-packs of brew to get through."

"Give me the short version."

"I fucked this crazy girl years ago and when I came back to London, I looked her up. She needed a husband, so I married her." He chuckled enjoying stringing Aurei along.

"You’re fucking with me, Sam." Aurei laughed.

"No, man. I’m serious. I’ve made a deal with a devil, but she’s one helluva devil." He paused, then asked. "So, can you help me find an apartment?"

"Of course. No problem. When?"

"Sometime in April or May. Not sure of the dates yet."

"Just let me know. I’ll stock the fridge with a case of beer."

"Yeah. Sounds good. Thanks, Hard."

I can’t wait to meet the hellion that caught him. She’s got to be a real piece of work.I smirk, then laugh, remembering the nickname he tagged me with.It’s been a long time since I was called Hard, but some names just stick and that’s one of those names.

Army Aviation Flight School, Fort Rucker, Alabama. Six years earlier.

Dirk bragged to the others on the flight line Monday morning.

"Dudes, my wingman Moore earned a new nickname Saturday night."

"Spill it!"

"His new name is Hard-Core, but I call him Hard for short."

They all laughed at that.

"Hey Hard, come over here and tell them what happened Saturday night."

"Naw man. Let it lay."

"Hell no!" They all chimed in. "Spill it!"

"We walk in, right? And immediately, Ole Hulk here draws the ladies’ eyes. You can hear the word 'Eye Candy' buzzing around the bar."

"That’s two words, Sam."

"Shut the fuck up, Moore! Anyway, we sit down at a table and nothing happens, right? Wrong! Some drunk chick comes up, plops down in his lap and starts to grind him."

"No, she didn’t. Quit exaggerating."

"Yes, she fucking did. But our Officer and a Gentleman here, being the best damn wingman ever, simply stands up and excuses himself to the restroom leaving me the drunk chica. When he comes back, I’ve done made a move to hold her right here." He pointed to his dick and they all laughed. "But her wing-lady rescues her from my evil cock, and they leave." He frowned and everyone boos. "Which should be bad, right? Wrong! That’s good because she broke the ice and now Mr. Muscles here is acting like a fucking chick magnet. I swear they were swarming." He flexed his biceps. "Maybe I should improve my guns."

Everyone laughed.

"By the time midnight rolls around, there is sure 'nough a catfight brewing as the pussies positioned themselves to make a play for my main man. While I’m here working my ass off to pick one up, he’s working hard over there not to have a threesome at the table."

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