Welcome To Rockwell | By : Sacredbliss Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Hanoi Rocks Views: 1226 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Hanoi Rocks. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Well this is my first fic, and I know my punctuation sucks I apologise in advance, also I have a real problem linking chapters so if anyone can give me any advice on this I would be very grateful, until then I will just add what I have and hope for the best
All feedback is welcome
I adore the Hanoi Rocks guys especially Mike Monroe, however never met the man (came damn close once) no harm is intended by this fic, I am just having a little fun with the blonde bomshell.
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Welcome To Rockwell
Mike Monroe stood outside the house and smiled, it was amazing, it was gothic, secluded, and situated just outside the most divine village in the middle of nowhere. He had done his research and it belonged to the big house that was 5 miles outside the village on the top of the hill, he turned and looked up at it, it was huge even at that distance. Apparently the family were descended from a count, and there was some dispute over the land when about 10 years ago the count had died leaving his widow and her all her children every thing, the toffs thought everything should go to the youngest daughter, who was the only one of his widows children that was actually his. And even then her mother was a gypsy, which was held against her. And when they had allowed their undesirable relatives set up camp in the grounds all hell had broken loose. He turned back to the house and pulled out his mobile, he rang the number on the estate agents sales board, it rang three times before a female voice answered.
“Hello Rockwell Homes Elia speaking”
“Can I speak to someone regarding the sale of Rockwell Lodge?”
“I’ll put you on to Ria, it’s her baby”
Mike waited while he was put through to Ria, he thought the name sounded familiar but he couldn’t place it.
“Hello, Ria Aarseth speaking” came a husky voice
“Hello, I was wondering if I could view Rockwell Lodge?” Mike asked the voice reminding him of phone sex operators
“Name please”
“Mike, Mike Monroe”
“Ok Mr Monroe, when would be convenient”
“Well I am standing outside it as we speak” Mike winced
“Give me 10 minutes I can be there”
Mike was going to reply but the line went dead, he shrugged to himself and climbed back into his car to wait. He kept his eye out for some flash car, the type he supposed estate agents drove. He watched as a magnificent black and silver motorbike roared up the road and then pulled in behind his car. The driver climbed off and removed it’s helmet, it turned out to be a she, and she had blood red hair that cascaded down her back, and was clad in very tight leather, Mike found himself checking her out in his rear view mirror. She turned and stalked up to his window and rapped lightly on it.
“Mike Monroe?”
Mike nodded and tried to stop himself from drooling, this woman was beautiful, she had full lips but not pouty or fish like, and perfect little nose and the most amazing ice blue eyes he had ever seen.
“I’m Ria, shall we?” she asked nodding at the house. Mike climbed out of the car and watched her walk up to the house, her long legs, slim waist and swaying hips, she was mesmerising. She unlocked the door and let him squeeze past her, his attention was instantly diverted to the house, it was better than he dreamed, it was all dark wood, the hall floor was stone, he looked around the house completely speechless.
“Well Mr Monroe what do you think?”
“It’s exquisite, I’ll take it”
“I’m glad, I couldn’t sell it to someone who didn’t drool over it”
“Well in all fairness I was drooling over you, but the house is amazing”
Ria smiled and her face lit up, and Mike felt a stirring in his pants
“There are conditions, if you don’t already know I own this house, Rockwell Manor and all of the houses belonging to the estate, I’m selling this house because I don’t want my mother to get her grubby hands on it, I’d live in it myself but it’s too big and I’m very rarely here, therefore if you want the house you have to first sign a contract saying that if you ever want to sell the house you have to give me first option on it. You also cannot do anything to the beams or the original stone flooring on the ground floor, they are of historical value. Ok?”
“That’s not a problem, and I can assure you I won’t be selling this house for a very, very long time if ever”
Mike noticed a sad look pace over Ria’ face before she turned her back on him, she walked back outside and he followed, he watched her lock the door and again followed her to the gate.
“I’ll get a credit check on you, and if it’s clear, which I’m sure it will be you can sign the contract on Monday, and as soon as the money has been dealt with it’s all yours”
“Ok I’ll follow you to your office and I’ll give you my details”
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