A/N When reading this, don't read it like an ordinary novel, this is a soap opera-style story and it's multi-character and multi-storylines. The pace will kick up as more characters and their storylines are introduced.

Let The Madness Begin...

"You're incredibly sexy," Sasha declared, naked beneath the covers.

"I do try to please the lady." Quinton kissed her as his hands roamed the curves of her curvaceous body.

"I could stay here all day." Sasha gave him a sexy smile and he was tempted to give her more of what she wanted.

"I bet you could." Quinton kissed her again. "But no can do."

Quinton rolled away from Sasha's insatiable body and stepped out of the bed. He stretched his long, lean six-two body with a yawn. He looked down upon Sasha with a grin. She did not, by any stretch of the imagination look her age of thirty-nine. Latina with dark brown eyes, a dark luxurious mane of dark brown waves, and a curvy body that defied gravity.

"Are you going to get out of bed today?"

Sasha let out a big sigh. "I wish you would come back to bed with me."

"I'm late to the office." Quinton grabbed the slacks he tossed somewhere during the night.

Sasha watched Quinton swiftly get dressed and wished she could just stare at his near-perfect, chiseled body all day. Quinton was such a gorgeous man. What a shame.

"Maybe we can do this again...soon." Quinton walked over to her side of the bed.

Sasha eyed his crotch area, and though fully dressed now, her mouth watered. She undid his pants and pulled out his semi-erect length.

"One more time for the road," she said, taking him in her mouth.

QUINTON JACKSON-Ladies Man

He went to his place, quickly showered, and changed before heading off to work. Quinton could not wait to get to the office. Besides enjoying some of the most beautiful women he could find, he loved making money. He would put money first, then the women. No, maybe he would put his family first, after all, if he lost the other two his family would still be there for him.

Yes, they were first. They meant everything to him. That is why he enjoyed working side by side with his older brother and baby sister. They were a dynamic team in the booming commercial real estate and investment arena in Midtown, Missouri.

Jackson Properties corporate offices occupied four floors in the thirty-story building and they leased out the rest. They specialized in property management, leasing, and sales as well as investment management mainly in Midtown, but they had grown to several cities all across the country. The company pulled in $12.9 billion last year.

The business was good. His family was considered one of the wealthiest in Midtown.

Quinton grew up without a need in the world. His father started Jackson Properties and by the time he was born, it had grown into a multi-million dollar business. Bishop and Joelle Jackson spoiled their three children, giving them the life they did not have since they both grew up in poverty. Both his parents worked hard to build the company, and when his father passed away, his mother took over the company until his older brother, Antonio, took it over ten years ago.

He was living the life. More than a little money. Two-level penthouse on the top floor of an apartment tower Jackson Property owned. Luxury cars. All the beautiful women he could find...or afford. Even though he is a handsome man, some women only see the dollar signs. As long as he got something out of the deal, he was not complaining.

As soon as he stepped off the elevator, every female eye raked over his body. He was the office eye candy, and also one of the bosses, but it was okay by him. The women had taste, what could he say. Tall, with a nice muscled body, well-groomed dark brown skin, with a goatee, nice lips, dark brown eyes, low fade with waves.

"Morning ladies," he said as he passed through the breakroom and grabbed a bagel.

"All those carbs...how do you keep that body so sexy?" Monica from accounting asked.

"Oh, you know," he explained, with a wink at her.

As soon as he made it to his desk, the phone was ringing off the hook, but that's what he had an assistant for. He had major issues to deal with today. Those motherfuckers at Van Russells were trying to block his biggest deal to date.

JENNIFER VAN RUSSELL-Living the Life

She finished the last of her twenty laps in their Olympic-sized infinity pool before stepping out and grabbing a plush towel to wrap around her tight and toned body. It felt freaking fantastic to do nothing all day but work on making her fantastic body even hotter.

Too bad her husband never appreciated all the hard work she put into looking good. He paid more attention to his company and their two daughters. Yes, that made Jennifer very jealous, her very youthful daughters. Because of that she would do anything and spend all her husband's money to keep from looking her age of forty-one and more like twenty.

No one believed she was the mother of a twenty and seventeen-year-old. In fact, people thought she and her twenty-year-old daughter were twins. Well, if her daughter dressed like the knockout Jennifer did. She needed to wear make-up to give her face character. Jennifer added golden blonde extensions, while her daughter looked like an old Barbie doll with her stringy blonde hair. Her daughter also could stand to work out a bit and watch what she ate, being chubby was not cute.

No, her oldest daughter would rather bury herself in books, and ramble on about the stock market and political issues. She would rather wear worn-out jeans and faded t-shirts than look like the heir to a billion-dollar empire. All she cared about was becoming just like her father. With those characteristics, she may look like Jennifer, but she was Marty Van Russell through and through.

There was no denying she was her father's child. Not that she could ever deny it after ruining Marty's condoms so they were sure to be ineffective so she could become pregnant. It was the only way she could get him to marry her after dating him for only six months. It was the only way her ho-hum life would change to the rich and fab.

Jennifer poured herself another glass of champagne, her favorite beverage to have any time of the day, and took a long sip, then refilled it and took another sip.

"Marty will never know the truth."

DONNA JACKSON-Take No Nonsense

"I don't give a damn what you say! Bring me the contract signed, today. Now! As in an hour ago. Immediately!" Donna Jackson screamed into her Bluetooth earpiece. "Don't fuckin' play with me!"

Donna clicked off the earpiece but she sure missed slamming the phone down on a punk ass.

"Want something done, do it myself!" She got up from her desk and stomped around her office.

There was a tentative knock and then the door opened.

"Hey, sis."

"What?" she snapped.

"Whoa! Don't bite my head off. I come in peace," Quinton said, holding up his hands.

"Q, now's not the time."

"It's never the time for you. All work and no play baby sis, that ain't what Pops taught us."

She snickered at him. "Well, your all play, and no work just doesn't work for me," Donna said, grabbing her ruby red Tom Ford suit jacket and tried putting it on in frustration.

Quinton came over to help her.

"There you go baby sis, cute as a button," he said, kissing her cheek.

"Eew, stop!" Donna said wiping her cheek. "I have no idea where your lips have been."

Quinton grinned thinking of Sasha and the delectable parts of her body his lips had been. Not that he would ever tell his sister about his illicit affair because Sasha was a good friend of hers.

"I was coming to take you to lunch, pick your brain about the Scoville merger."

"Not happening." Donna buttoned her jacket. "Oh, to the merger and lunch. Gotta go wring some necks at Plaza Frontenac. Those contracts were supposed to be here last week."

Quinton stood there dumbfounded.

"The merger is not happening?"

"The company is tanking. They want us to buy them out. No way! It's a sunk ship. Bye." She grabbed her large black designer purse and exited her office.

Sometimes Donna felt like she never had a moment to stop and breathe, but she could hardly complain. She loved her life. Helping with the family's business, and working with her two big brothers and her mother was what she was born to do. She missed her father. She was Daddy's little girl.

He used to call her his "Hershey Kiss" because she was the color of her favorite candy. She got her complexion from her mother because her father was fairer skin-toned, and all his children were darker brown. Her mass of thick, dark, kinky curls she was not so sure. She wore it mainly straight, hating to deal with her natural texture. Her dimples ran throughout the family, though neither of her brothers had them, her cousins did.

At thirty-seven, and after graduating law school at twenty-six, she was a high-powered attorney. And a single mom. She knew how to balance the two. Her son was eighteen now and ready to be a man, but he was the love of her life. Everything she did, she did for him.

And she would do anything to never let him learn who his father was.

QUINTON JACKSON-Always Some Family Drama

He went back to his office, sat in his chair, and felt defeated. His sister's nonchalant attitude about his big plans with the Scoville merger was not sitting well with him. He knew Hunter Scoville, the owner of the small property management agency he was hoping to take over. They had several properties he knew they could overhaul.

It was too bad Scoville had bad business issues and was killing everything he touched. Quinton knew he could work magic with it. He was going to meet with Hunter again and see if he could get some numbers crunched to make it an even more enticeable bid.

He trusted his baby sister's judgment. She was smart as a whip and a savvy legal advisor who kept her big brothers in check. They were afraid of their baby sister. Quinton was just about to call up Hunter Scoville for a meeting when in barged Tony Jackson.

"Zup!" he said, tossing his satchel on the floor and sitting on Quinton's sofa.

"Boy! What did I tell you about barging in like that?"

"Sorry, unc."

"I coulda had a honey up in here."

"Oh, word?" Tony said, suddenly interested in what Quinton had to say. "Who? Is she cute?"

"Boy, when have you ever seen yo uncle with someone not cute?"

"True dat," Tony said grinning at him. Then he just sat there looking all around like he had never been in his office a hundred times before.

"So what's up with you?"

Tony shrugged, sitting back on the sofa. "Mom told me to come after school but she's not even here."

"Unexpected business. You can hang out here. I just have a couple of phone calls to make," Quinton said, picking his phone back up.

He was just about to punch in the numbers when he noticed his nephew looking like somebody stole his lunch money.

"What?"

"Huh?" Tony was playing dumb.

"Something on your mind?"

"Not really."

"What man, you know you can tell me anything."

"Not this."

Quinton put his phone down and walked over to his favorite nephew. Okay, his only. He treated him like a son since Tony did not have a father.

"Some honey, huh?"

"Not just any honey, unc. She's special."

"Aren't they all?"

"No, really. I don't know when it happened, but I'm just feeling this girl."

"Okay, so? You're a Jackson, step to her like the playas we are."

Tony looked up at his uncle. It was not that easy, and he would soon know why.

"She's a Van Russell."

Hey readers!
Thanks for coming along with this tale of the rich and fucked up! Keep in mind this is an ongoing soap opera-style story. There will be many, many characters so the first half of the season will set up the main players before I introduce even more. Get to know the Van Russells and Jacksons very well.

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Kimberly