Forces of Nature

Chapter 13


Hours after Dena and Waylon left the farm, Douglas and Crystal sat on the back porch watching the sunset and sipping wine. He reached for her hand and held it as they sat in a comfortable silence.

“I see why you’re so attached to this place,” he said.

“No. We’re not going there,” she said, squeezing his hand. “Not until the morning.”

“I’ve made a decision about tomorrow,” he said. “I’m CEO of Welco and though scrapping this project is going to be a loss for our company, until I know what was behind my father’s pursuit of this land, we’re going to have to put a halt to the project.”

Crystal’s eyes widened in surprise and admiration. “Are you serious? How will you find that out?”

With his free hand, Douglas picked up his wineglass and took a sip, then nodded. “My father, I’m learning, had some deep-seated issues with the town because of his past. Once I find out the truth, I have some changes to make.”

“Why . . . ? What . . . ? I can’t believe you’re going to do this,” she said. “How are you going to find out your father’s true intentions?”

Douglas shrugged, pretending that he wasn’t going to have to climb what amounted to Mount Everest to pull this off. “First, I have to find the leak in my office and get to the bottom of what was in Dad’s diary.”

“What do you mean a ‘leak in your office’?” she asked.

Douglas set his wineglass aside and pulled Crystal onto his lap. He told her what happened the night he left the farm and went back to his office, revealing that his father’s diary was missing. Then he told her about the conversation that he and his godfather had at the café. “Listen, if this was about business and business only, I wouldn’t change my mind. Despite what you and others think about Welco, we have ethics. I’m not going to carry out my father’s vendetta.”

“I wish my parents wouldn’t be so cryptic about the history between them, your father, and the farm.”

“I’m thinking there are some answers in that diary and if someone makes the contents public, the fallout could be devastating for my company and my father’s legacy,” Douglas said as he reached out for her. “You know what—take a ride with me.”

“Where to?”

“The one place where my father left a copy of everything,” he said. “Our old house out in Waverly.”

“Waverly?” she asked.

“I’ll tell you the story on the way,” he said as he held his hand out to Crystal.

“I would’ve never expected your family to even know Waverly existed,” she said about the poorest part of the county.

“My grandparents weren’t rich,” he said as they walked to his truck. “When my father made his first million, he wanted to move them into a big house in Reeseville, but my grandfather was just as stubborn as my father and he refused to leave the house that he’d bought and paid for no matter where it was located. My grandfather and my father often argued about the fact that my dad seemed to forget where he came from.”

“Wow,” Crystal said, thinking about how much her family cherished their own history. That’s why losing the farm was not an option.

Douglas shook his head and opened the door for Crystal. As he watched her climb into the vehicle, he hoped that whatever can of worms they were about to find wasn’t going to ruin what they were trying to build.

“Do you think we should check on Dena and Waylon after we’re done?” she asked as he slid behind the steering wheel.

“That might be a good idea. I’m a little worried about his safety. Dena’s a tough woman.”

“Please,” Crystal said, stifling her laugh. “Waylon lifted her and pretty much kidnapped her.”

“That wasn’t a kidnapping,” he said as he started the truck. “That was a man obviously trying to make something right.”

“I wonder how many layers are in this situation. My parents are rushing back to town, my lawyer hates you because of your dad, and now your godfather has kidnapped or taken her to his love shack to make something right. This is crazy.”

Douglas nodded in agreement as they headed down the street. “I hope we find something that will give me the answers I need.”

“What happens if we don’t find anything?” she asked as she tugged at the seat belt.

Douglas didn’t have an answer. He simply hoped things would fall into place and he could get the board to agree to his plan to squash the deal.

Thirty minutes later, they arrived in the blighted town of Waverly. Crystal had been there many times with the Starlight girls delivering vegetables from the farm to the residents and the food bank. Waverly was one area of the county that Crystal knew depended heavily on Hughes Farm. It was the last place she expected the Wellington family to have roots. She figured, with all of the things that Welco had branded, that they were old money.

“After we search this place, can I show you why my farm is so important to this community?” she asked when they pulled into the driveway of a nondescript brick house.

“All right,” he said after bringing the truck to a complete stop. They exited the truck and walked up the steps quietly. Douglas unlocked the door and Crystal was surprised to see that the place was decorated as if someone still lived there. When Douglas snapped on the lights, Crystal found herself drawn to the fireplace, where old family pictures were displayed. She zeroed in on a photograph of Douglas as a toddler. He had a big smile on his face as he dragged a puppy behind him. “Wow,” she said with a giggle. “You’ve always tried to force folks to follow you.”

Douglas crossed over to her and took the picture frame from her hands. “Ha,” he said. “Bubbles never listened to me.”

“Bubbles?”

“Like Michael Jackson’s monkey. I really wanted one of those,” he quipped.

“You were a cute little boy,” she said.

“If you ask what happened, we’re going to fall out.”

Crystal tilted her head to the side. “You grew up into a devastatingly handsome and cocky man. Still trying to make the world see things your way.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against his chest. “It works a lot better now,” he whispered. “I got you, don’t I?”

“See what I mean—cocky.”

“And how would you describe yourself? You handcuffed yourself in my lobby until I met with you. That’s pretty brash.”

She placed her hand on his chest and smirked at him. “How else would I get your attention?”

“Well,” he said with a seductive tint to his voice, “you could’ve walked in without clothes.”

“And what would that have accomplished?” she asked, then smacked him on the shoulder.

“Nothing much, but I would’ve been paying attention immediately.”

Crystal sucked her teeth and shook her head. “Not the right kind of attention.”

“But attention, nonetheless. Come on, let’s see if we can find this information,” he said as he started down the hall. Crystal followed him closely, observing bits and pieces of Wellington family history on the walls as she walked. There were photos of who she assumed were Douglas’s parents on their wedding day. She didn’t miss the fact that Douglas’s mother bore an eerie resemblance to her mother. A picture of Douglas on his graduation from high school and college. And was that a picture of him looking like P. Diddy?

“Mmm, Douglas?” she asked when she stopped and pointed to the photograph. “Care to explain?”

He stopped and glanced at the picture. Chuckling, he shook his head and said, “I need to take these pictures and hide them.”

“That doesn’t answer the question,” she said, stifling a giggle.

“My first love was music,” he said. “I wasn’t always going to be the CEO of this company. I majored in business and my business was going to be music. I had groups lined up that I was going to sign to my label and I was about to meet with Jermaine Dupri in Atlanta before Waylon called me and said my father was dying.”

“Wow,” Crystal said. “So, you gave up your dreams for your father?”

Douglas nodded. “I was shamed into it. I had no intention of returning to this town or working for my father. But Waylon said my father needed me.”

“That sounds like what family does,” she said.

He shook his head and walked into a room that looked as if it had been converted to a storage space. “We weren’t exactly your typical family. I blamed my father for my mother leaving and never looking back. Maybe it was the child inside me that thought someone else made my mother do what she did. I’m slowly learning that grown people do what they want to do and no one should stay in a loveless marriage.”

“Is that what it was like with your parents?”

Douglas nodded solemnly. “From what I understand, she was simply a pawn in his game with your mother.”

“What does my mother have to do with this?” she asked.

“That’s a good question. If your parents are being cryptic, my godfather is doing the same thing. He did tell me that my dad was in love with your mother, but when she chose another man, he became bitter and wanted to make Reeseville pay.”

Crystal hid her shock. She never wanted to think about her mother being with another man. And Douglas’s father? No wonder her dad had been so angry about Douglas being on the farm. She was curious about the history of it all more than ever.

Douglas turned to her and then snapped the overhead light on. “All right,” he said, pointing to a file cabinet. “Let’s get busy.”

Crystal and Douglas attacked the drawers, going through every file and every scrap of paper in the room.

“This looks interesting,” Douglas said as he flipped through a thick file. Inside, there were pages and pages of things Douglas Jr. wanted to buy. Businesses where he’d been shunned as a child and details about how he’d make them pay.

Crystal moved closer to him and glanced over his shoulder as he flipped the pages. Douglas’s eyes grew wider and wider as he read about Hughes Farm. Unlike the file he’d read before, here the pages spelled out his father’s detailed plan to destroy the Hughes family and their friends—particularly Dena. Welco had other options for the business park, including a stretch of land in Waverly. As a matter of fact, Douglas realized, his grandparents’ home and the surrounding acreage would be—

“That son of a bitch,” Douglas muttered.

“What is it?” Crystal asked.

“Obviously, my father had two files on this business park idea,” he said. “One for the board and one that’s just his personal manifesto. This was a personal attack on everyone he thought had wronged him, especially your father.”

“My father?”

Douglas nodded. “Everybody was a pawn to him—my mother, my godfather, hell, me! I wanted to believe that there was an ounce of decency in him and this proves just how wrong I was. I can only imagine what he wrote in his diary.”

“Are you going to show this to the board?”

Douglas sighed. “I have no choice. I just hope this changes their minds.”

Crystal crossed over to him and wrapped her arms around his slumping shoulders. “I really thought I was doing the right thing. Thought I was creating a real opportunity for the county.”

“I know,” she cooed in his ear. His pain and hurt bothered her and made Crystal think about what she could do to take it away. Stroking the back of his neck, she nudged him to face her. Angry tears shone in his eyes as she covered his mouth with hers, gently sucking his bottom lip, kissing him with a slow passion that made his spine straighten.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, Douglas pulled back from Crystal’s hot kiss. Staring into her sparkling eyes, he asked, “Was that a pity kiss? If it was, I’m feeling real pitiful right now.”

“Mmm,” she said, running her hand across his cheek. “What else can I do to make you feel better?”

Pulling her closer, he brushed his lips against hers and whispered, “All I need is you.”

“You got me,” she whispered before he captured her lips in a full-on kiss that conveyed his pain, his passion, and his need.

“Wait,” he said, breaking their kiss again. “We can’t do this here. Crazy as it sounds, I keep expecting my grandmother to come in and catch us.”

Crystal couldn’t help but laugh. Douglas Wellington III was afraid of something. It was a treat to see this side of him. Made it seem as if she’d be able to love him for real.

Stop it, she thought as they headed for the door. Everything is too complicated to think about loving him and being with him. Crystal glanced at him as he turned the light off and slipped the file underneath his arm.

“What was your grandmother like?” she asked as they crossed into the living room.

“Oh, she was tough. The only woman who could keep my father in check,” he said. “I wish she was still here. You know, she was the one who wanted me to follow my dreams and not do what my father wanted.”

She nodded. “When did she pass away?”

“Two years before my father. God, that was the most painful time in my life. My father said that I should’ve come back here and taken family more seriously.” Douglas shook his head and sighed. “But that’s neither here nor there. I just wish she knew more about what her son was planning. I can respect my father’s wanting to outgrow and overcome his Waverly roots. But to use his money and power to hurt others, that’s just evil.”

“Maybe your grandmother is guiding you to make things right,” she said, easing closer to him.

“Yeah, I don’t believe in that haunting mumbo-jumbo,” he said, then glanced over his shoulder. “But in case you’re right: Thanks, Granny.”

She leaned her head against Douglas’s arm and squeezed his hand. “Come on, we have cake to finish and I have an ego to stroke.”

“And you know I have a big ego,” he quipped as they climbed into his truck.