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
“There is no such thing between a man and a women when the chemistry is as crackling like ours,” said Oberon with a flirtatious smile on his face.But Rhonda was having none of it. Her voice became more agitated as she recalled what he had said to her that night after they had made love,” You insisted specifically that it was what we have once we were…”“We had driven it too far and then made it all complicated and unmanageable between us?” asked Oberon gingerly as he recalled the same words that he had spoken a year ago.“Unmanageable?” she shot out again. This man was trying her patience immensely tonight.“It was not going to be fun anymore, was it Rhonda? Not after that night at least…it felt too damn serious and it had become so too fast,” said Oberon and Rhonda seethed at his words.“Does everything have to be fun for you? Does sex have to be fun for you compulsorily?” she flung at him irritably.“Fun does not end up in clawing at each other
The baby was shockingly tiny and was all swaddled up like an Egyptian mummy in a tiny bundle in a blue and white checkered cloth. Only his face was on the show, a fine little face with very prominent features, and well-proportioned as well. Nothing too big or small…ears placed on the side of his face beautifully, very important for a boy.He had lots of black hair in corkscrew ringlets which would be embarrassing…girly also if you could say as were the crescents of his long thick eyelashes which were fanned across his fair cheek, but attitude was the key to stop anyone going on that score. Any teasing that might happen because he was a beautiful boy, he could stop them with his attitude and he, and Oberon could teach his son a lot about attitude. A pretty boy tag was not going to last long.The slight dimple in the centre of Ruriel’s chin was like a magnet which drew Oberon’s attention. It was like a genetic blueprint that belonged to the both of them and Oberon’s finger
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