“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
Rhonda was scared, realized Oberon. She was scared and nervous of dealing with a man who broke martini glasses with the slightest pressure of his fingers and then did not even bother to look at the cut that had happened. Rather he did not even feel the pain from that cut. But that might be the adrenaline which was coursing through his system which had started pumping in full force once he had heard that he had a son and he was born without his knowledge.Rhonda was sitting back in her seat with both her hands in her lap and she was absolutely still, trying to look cool, calm and collected but the red flush and the pink tint on her cheeks and her throat and neck was the sign of the inner agitation that she was facing which made him feel that there was a cauldron of worry and anxiety in her which was bubbling up and that could make her explode at any point. But she was not the creature who was prone to exploding, as far as Oberon knew her.Oberon checked the wound to appea
Rhonda sipped from the glass again and then concentrated on the froth pattern in the glass and tilted and moved it slightly to see if she could change the pattern and then she gently reminded him,” You were using condoms that night, remember?”“Yeah, so what? They are not always a fail-safe method for avoiding this. Moreover I had asked you if you were on pill or not and you told me that you were. In actual fact that night, one had broken. The reason I had asked you, and you told me that you were on the pill,” countered Oberon as he looked at Rhonda who looked up at him and then her blue eyes blazed at him.“I lied,” she said.“You lied about what Rhonda?” asked Oberon.“Yes. I lied. I didn’t know that you were worried about a condom breaking. If you had told me then I would have taken a morning after pill,” she countered him.“But why lie about it Rhonda? There is nothing strange about this, we were two consenting adults having sex, so this discussion
“I am sorry,” the apology slipped off his tongue before he could even stop it and it sounded to useless and paltry even to his own ears. Even though he was sincere, no one was going to believe in his sincerity. Especially not Rhonda, after all that she had to face.But what else could he even say?He gestured an immediate appeal of forgiveness to be showed him so that things could change for the better. Pride alone dictated that he be cast away as far as possible and no intimate relationship or bonding be formed with him. But for the letter from Bolivia and the last challenge thrown in his direction to know his brothers and sisters and his decision to marry Rhonda, if that had not happened then his son was going to grow up without a father. That alone dictated how much correct his late father was but that did not mean that he was going to have to acknowledge it, yet he had to acknowledge it somehow, that the man had been correct in Oberon’s assessment of character.
Oberon had planned to give this party before they left for Bolivia, its purpose to publicly celebrate their marriage which he still felt was the important thing to do. Their happiness together, he declared, would confound everyone and make it a scintillating affair, all the guests, glittering madly around them and trying to shine lights on cracks in their relationship and forced to concede failure because there were none.And that was certainly happening tonight, thought Rhonda, secretly amused by some of the outrageous questions that had been tossed at her and Oberon tonight as they stood arm in arm, greeting and chatting up with the guests who were rolling up despite the short notice. The whole A-list of Sydney society was agog with discussion to assess the newly married couple and how on earth had they been able to buy the place at Piper point as a family home.Besides, people generally wished them
Rhonda knew intuitively that he would retreat from her if she did not show her that she believed in him. Now was the moment to capture the intimacy that they had not reached before.”I am sorry that I listened to your mother. She conjured up things that have plagued my life and although I tried to look past them, I needed you to set them aside for me, to make me feel right with you again,” said Rhonda.“Have I done that?” asked Oberon, with blazing intensity in his gaze.“Yes,” she answered emphatically.” Yes, you have.”“Good!” A fierce triumph blazed from his eyes,” Because you are right for me, Rhonda. So very right for me. In every possible way that there is.”It would be easy now to revel in the rightness that he felt with her, to hold him to herself an
Oberon set down the towel that he had used to wipe down the water from his body and then drew Rhonda in a loose embrace as he focused his mind on speaking the truth on seeking the best path towards understanding. He rested his forehead lightly on hers and almost like he needed their minds to meet.“You have a family,” he started,” It may be dysfunctional but you have met every single member of it. You know what they are like. You know which cousins you like and which you hate. You know where they come from and you know what they can do. You can mix both freely with them, both on your mother’s side and on your father’s side.”Her shoulders pulled back, muscle tensing, whether in impatience or resistance he could not tell but she was in tune with this talk about her family.“That’s not to say that you were not alone, Rhonda. I know
Oberon felt too raw, too angry, too exposed, to be anywhere near Rhonda or near their son. He was not in the right state of mind to be taking care of Ruriel either. It was wrong to use his own fatherhood as a blindfold to the churning hatred stirred by his father’s attitude towards himself and his brothers and sisters…owing all of them nothing except their lives and not even each other. He had to deal with this all alone and then move past it…he had to step forward in the future.He sought out Karen, the nurse for Ruriel who was now an integral part of their household, finding her in the nursery quarters where Ruriel was due to have his morning nap. Having left his son in her care, he decided that what he needed at the moment was some of the hard mindless, physical exertion to get off from this sickening inner turbulence that was churning his insides.Oberon headed to the boatshed b
“Don’t you see it?” roared Oberon,” Don’t you get how obscene this is? We are not his sons and daughters.. we are not his children…we are just performing monkeys for him…who will perform the tricks and he will enjoy it from hell or wherever he is!!”He threw out his hands in furious disgust and then he advanced in the direction of Ferrera with his hands moving animatedly,” And you…you are the other director of the circus to make sure that we perform right, isn’t it? Having fun, are you? Seeing how well the outcast bastards are going to come back into Cedric Hunter’s fold when he dangles the carrot of money in front of all of us? Are you making sure of handing out the rewards to us like the good performing monkeys get peanuts when they finished their act?”Ferrera stiffened in the face of the oncoming attack and said,&rdquo
“Serendipity, yes,” Oberon bit his words concededly,” But my marriage to Rhonda had nothing to do with the conditions that my father laid down for inheriting a part of his estate which he supposed too be my worth and my share.”“The inheritance…” the lawyer gestured his hands indicating that it was simply an ambivalent factor.” Cedric simply used that as a power tool to drive you to re-appraising your life from the way that you were leading it when you received the letter a few months ago? It worked, did it not?”Breath hissed out from Oberon’s clenched teeth. He was steaming at this manipulation which was being orchestrated from the grave however Rhonda reasoned that it had actually done him no harm. Even if it was the rebellion against the way that Cedric Hunter had lived his life still then it had led them to here where they shared togethe
The furious words crackled across the room as Oberon charged through it, barely clothed in one of the white toweling robes kept at the dressing room of the terrace pool. It hung loosely at his shoulders, gaping at the front because he clearly had not stopped long enough to drag the edges together and do up the tie-belt. The brief black swimsuit that he wore underneath was clearly visible.Ruriel, probably still naked as he had been in the pool was wrapped in a towel and riding in the crook of his father’s arm, his little face looking brilliantly alert to the fascination of his father in steaming attack mode, his gaze following Oberon’s other arm as it stabbed out at Mr. Ferrera then swept back, pointing to the door.“Get out of our home!” he roared.“Oberon!!” The shock literally exploded from Rho
Rhonda was in the dining room, watching the apple-green silk curtains being put up. She had this warm snuggly feeling inside her that this was not a house anymore. And was gradually turning into their home. It was not a showcase of intimidating possessions but a place which soon become pleasing, harmonious and comfortable.Rhonda was not expecting any visitors. It was Saturday and morning was not a time for people to call, especially in their home not without an appointment. It surprised her greatly when their newly appointed housekeeper, Betsy came into the dining room to find her and to hand her a business card and announce,” I have put the gentleman in the parlour, Mrs. Hunter.”The gentleman. The rather old fashioned term and the respectful tone on the housekeeper’s voice immediately piqued Rhonda’s interest. The extremely efficient Betsy was only in her later forties and ha
We lie quietly for a few minutes more, and my hand now travels down your body, reaching your ass where I begin to lightly stroke you there. I know how much you like being petted there, and sure enough, after a few moments I begin to feel your nipples harden on my chest."Get up, sweetie," I whisper in your ear. You climb off of me, and sit on the bed, looking down at me. I can now see just how hard your nipples are, jutting out from your breasts hanging down on your body."Come up here," I say, pointing to the middle of the bed, "and kneel." You do as instructed, kneeling and facing the headboard. "Good girl - now bend over and put your head on the pillow." You comply with my instruction, putting you in one of my favorite positions. Your arms are folded, your head between them resting on the pillow, your pass pointing up into the air. I move around behind you, and gentle nudge your knees, moving them farther apa