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.
Then her chin lifted in defiance of the name that she had chosen for their son. After all, he had been her son till now, till Oberon had come to know this and now he was trying to stake his claim on him. Rhonda added,” I liked it. It was different and unique.”“Ruriel Hunter,” he said testingly, as if testing the weight of the name and the respect that it was going to command,” Well it is definitely an unusual name. And it is something that he will have to live with his life. If we have a shorter version for him already then it should not invite any kind of taunting variations from his classmates at school. It is a name that he has to learn to live with.”His arrogant assumption that she had used his surname made him coolly correct him by saying,” It is Ruriel Grint, not Hunter Oberon.”“He is my son, Rhonda,” said Oberon as his green eyes blazed at her. It was like a dark dangerous energy jolted up from him challenging her instantly,” I am his father.”“You
For whatever reason Oberon had decided that he wanted a child and he wanted Rhonda to marry him, he had chosen her as his partner in procreating a fresh and new generation altogether. A pragmatic choice, since she earlier mentioned she was free of any gold digging ambitions at all. And she was good looking of the right class and echelons of the society to match with him and had certainly the social upbringing to match and host by his side. She was young for any kind of problem free reproduction in further life. And she had a comfortable understanding in his how his life actually worked.The only huge irony of this situation was if he had made this proposition a year ago, if he had said that he would want her as his wife then she would have been deliriously happy. She would have been jumping with joy that she had gotten Oberon Hunter as her man, and not feeling so horribly screwed up inside.It was ten months too late.It was ten months of heart ache and devastation
“Here it is!!!” murmured Oberon as the red Lamborghini was driven up to the point where they stood waiting. He was obviously referring to this as his car because it suited him perfectly.He was a fast man who liked fast cars and a fast life with no attachments at all but now everything was going to change and Rhonda could not help tensing up at the thought that how was he even going to handle the transition from his current life to the life that he actually wanted to lead. Rhonda thought that if she thought even for one single moment that she could envision a future with him and that too of settling down with him then she was absolutely insane. But she was not thinking that, in her defense it was Oberon who had brought that to her mind once again.And she was letting him invade her heart, her life, her home…..it was like she was putting everything at stake…She did not realize that her fingers had curled up and now was digging in Oberon’s arms. All the thoughts tha
Oberon barely restrained himself from flouting the speed limit of his Lamborghini. He was no alone after all, and the car which he was driving was teasing him to put his foot down and power up and the enticing power of his Lamborghini screamed at him to burn all the kilometres to Rhonda’s house. His son was waiting there. Awake o asleep that did not matter any longer. The fact that he was there made everything simple.But speeding did not sit well with this brave new world of fatherhood that he had embarked on at the moment. And as far as he could tell from Rhonda’s face, neither did a Lamborhini…it was a car to show his class and status alright…but status to whom? Women…and other men who desired his wealth but could not achieve…and none of them had any place in his new life any longer. The days of his swinging bachelorhood were now essentially over. Rhonda was right. Before he saw his son, Ruriel he had to accept to leave a lot behind of the current life that he had been leav