“To be honest Rhonda, I can never control the hopes of any other person. I am not one with super-powers, am I? But I definitely can make sure that I do not feed their hopes,” said Oberon as he quietly answered her mocking and she again parried with him in her usual manner.
“So still trying to maintain your unique brand of integrity?” she asked.
“I have never liked deceit Rhonda and you know that. I have been harmed by that enough in my childhood to make me choose honesty over deceit every single time I have a decision to make,” said Oberon and Rhonda’s nerves started tingling again.
She was keeping something so substantial from him like this she felt if she should blurt it out to him like that. Maybe she should blurt it out right now, throw the news of fatherhood in his lap suddenly and then see how he actually dealt with it. It would be something satisfying and she would love watching him squirm under her intense gaze. On the other hand, he had not still give
Before she could formulate her line of attack and open her mouth Oberon opened his and started the conversation without giving her a chance to get ready for it.“Where do you exactly fit in the deal Rhonda?” asked Oberon as he looked at her with a different kind of intensity.“I possibly cannot understand what deal you are talking about Oberon. Would you mind talking a bit more explicitly?” asked Rhonda.“The one where all the rich men try and attract the most beautiful women they can possibly afford and the most beautiful women try and attract the most rich men that they can. The one where my looks would just be an added bonus!! The one deal which my mother and your father has so frequently made in their lives to keep themselves in news?” he asked.“I don’t fit,” she shrugged casually and then she added,” I guess when it comes to an heiress you cannot separate her from the riches that are attached to her automatically. As a marriage prospect, the men would b
Oberon had wondered if he should dump the sexual approach in Rhonda’s lap like that. It was very callous of him, he realized that now but how was he supposed to go ahead with that when she was the one who had been setting it up? There was no doubting Rhonda’s shock. She had not been quite expecting it in the least and had not been made up for it. And now quite possibly she was recoiling from it.He had read her provocative strut down the staircase as being aimed at him. Something to deliberately stir him up sexually. May be she was doing that simply because she wanted to see if she could, a female thing of putting on a show to see if she could garner enough attention for herself, being at the centre of all the amazement and attention was something like a drug. And being in LA, Hollywood, at that with her mother would make her behavior seem absolutely normal.But the problem was he had been stirred by it.Stirred into remembering the highly vivid memory of how it ha
“That is one memory which is crystal clear and lives in my mind like it happened yesterday. And some memories are worth revisiting rather than cherishing them our whole lives,” said Oberon with a flirtatious smile playing on his lips as he took the glass of whiskey and then raised it in her direction like a toast.Oberon watched with pleasure that the colour rushed into her cheeks but the laser gaze that she had pinned him with did not waver from his in reality.Then she said,” I thought that you were a believer in the hedonistic mindset…come and go and once the quota of pleasure is complete then you don’t have any use for me at all. And I have seen you live by these terms your entire adolescent life Oberon. What makes you think that I am going to believe that something has guaranteed this sudden change in your mindset?”“To be honest Rhonda, you are absolutely correct. That is exactly the most sensible attitude in today’s day all around and you see every one chang
Rhonda gave him an ironic look as she made a small face. The meaning of her look was apparently clear to Oberon but she felt the need to drive it home and hammer it down. So she said,’ We might refuse to accept the fact that our past does not have any effect on us. But I have always considered Oberon that we are anything but the sum together of all that has happened to us. Our past is what shapes us up into becoming the human beings that might have a huge effect on the decisions that we make for our futures. And since we have been talking about our fathers and all I think we should honestly tell how we feel. Like I love mine and….”But she was interrupted in the middle and Oberon did not allow her to go to that statement where his father came into discussion. He was not ready to divulge any kind of details about anything yet.“It is fine that you will love your father Rhonda. And that is only natural, I am sure that he also loves you with the same intensity like you do,”
For Rhonda, it was like a massive shift in the entire fabric of her existence. To say that she was thunderstruck was going to be putting it mildly. There was a bubble wrap which was kept around her throat and andher head and it was like she could not breathe. Something was choking her from inside.She wanted to scream at him.We already have a child together…we have a son…his name is Ruriel…But this big incredible door of marriage proposal that he had thrown in her direction was keeping her from blurting out the truth in front of him. She wanted to break out in speech in front of him but she could not. It seemed like Rhonda had lost her voice.For the past few minutes she had been thinking if she was going to drop the bubble of fatherhood in his lap or not. The question was playing in her mind like a see-saw but she could not decide. She was waiting for the right time to come only to be diverted by the fact that she was also havin
“I suppose monogamy with the correct woman would not be uncomfortable at all,” said Oberon as Rhonda looked at him with a strange look in her eyes and then she snorted as she finished gulping down her drink.“Hrrrmmmph,” was the noise that came out from her throat. She did not want to show that she was almost bursting with happiness and pleasure together as Oberon decided that she was the perfect woman for him. And that too for nothing less than monogamy. This had to be cynical flattery, thought Rhonda…he was never going to be this dapper for her. Comfortable, that was a more apt description to exactly what he wanted. She decided as she concentrated on her drink at the moment. It tasted really good that sometimes she forgot what alcohol should really taste like.Her own pride and dignity had forced her to accept this for a fact that she was fine with comfortably carrying on the business relationship with him after their one intimate night together not creating any emotio
Rhonda was right on the edge of exploding into a flurry of emotions and she was not going to accept any half-baked truth or half-cooked lies from Oberon. He wanted the whole thing of going seven yards and have a white picket fence then he would need to tell her the truth. Her skin was crawling up with a million jitter-bugs at the same time that she watched Oberon grow wary of the entire situation and regather himself. She could explode with the blistering home-truths that had been plaguing her since she had known that she was pregnant but…..this time there was no smile on his face.Oberon was deadly serious. His dark green eyes were locked on to hers with an intense purpose which she could shake off even if she wanted to.“It is about having a child Rhonda,” he spoke softly so that only she could hear his words,” It is about bringing up our child in a far more stable home than any one of us were ever given. We have been shuttling between fathers and mothers our entire li
It wasn’t a lie.As much as Oberon wanted it to be and as much as he needed it to be a lie….logic kept ramming on to his brain and through the savagely defensive logic and wall of resistance formed in his mind that what Rhonda had just revealed could not be a lie. It could not be the lie that he wanted to be. She had unwittingly spilled the truth before him thinking that he knew about their son.There had been no artful thinking about the way she had spilled the truth and there was no intent of getting anything out of him at all. She did not want anything from him, of that much he was certain. He had seen her since she was a baby and she had always held her head high, no matter what the situation was. But now it was all going out of control. And he, Oberon Hunter had a son, whom his mother had named him after the angel, Ruriel.Although originally the name of the angel would be Uriel, but Oberon thought that Rhonda wanted to give him a unique name and therefore had