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
Once laid on the flat trolley surface, Ruriel fought hard to free himself of the constricting bindings of the cloth that had been placed all around him with very little help from his mother. It seemed that he wanted out of this soft prison of clothing that had been made around him. His arms and legs were going like pistons and determination was clearly written on his face to get rid of this. Rhonda had quite a job in both controlling Ruriel and then undoing the press-studs of the blue body suit that he was wearing. Her hands were darting here and there all the while there was more than enough kicking and squirming all around. However he did lie quietly still while she was opening the nappy.Before Oberon could get a good look at his son’s male organ Rhonda had placed a small hand towel over it.“What is with the modesty Rhonds? It seems to me clearly that Ruriel likes to get naked and isn’t it better to have air on his skin after being cooped up so long?” asked Oberon in
Anger at her implied choices and criticism of the way how he had been leading his life so far and still now seeped in his features and spilled out in his words which he spoke next.“I thought that for a baby this young it was the best for his mother to have him breast fed, but it seems that you have him attached to the bottle quite early. Is there any particular reason for that? I mean. I had heard that mother’s milk was the best for the babies,” asked Oberon as he really wondered if everything was fine with their health.Rhonda could not look up at him or meet his eyes and then she sighed and replied,” Actually it is not Ruriel’s fault…he is perfectly healthy baby. But while the delivery was taking place there were some complications which made me incapable of feeding him, so I had to give him the bottle.”Oberon grimaced at her. Rhonda had great and beautiful breasts. And he could not be inclined to believe that they had failed in their prime function to nourish
“You didn’t ask for it goddamnit….you did not ask for that Rhonda. You did not bother to tell me. You did not bother to once inform me that I was becoming a father. You did not give me a chance to be there for you. To be there for Ruriel. And to…. to be there standing as a rock for the both of you,” screamed Oberon. He could not deal with this any longer. He had been thrown away like trash and not even been bothered to be informed while his own son was being born in the presence of a man whom he loathed with his entire being.Thee raised voices broke the concentration that their son had on the contents of his bottle and then he left the teat of the bottle and started screaming again at the all the negative air that was fast swirling in the room in between the two adults who were there. Children if not anything were at the least very perceptive and they knew what was happening when. He yelled and made his displeasure well known to the both of them.Rhonda lifted him up to
Rhonda’s skin literally prickled with the nervous tension that she could feel so intimately as she led Oberon out of the nursery to the corridor which was widely spread in the direction of the upper floor which were her own private quarters.“There are electronic monitors everywhere in the house so that we can hear Ruriel in distress no matter where we are. Both I and the nurse are going to be aware of that, so it is not a problem if I close the door,” said Rhonda as she closed the door as if explaining a minor detail which was a matter of fact.“I am sure that you have been quite meticulous in planning and setting up a safe environment for Ruriel, Rhonda,’ came Oberon’s clipped response. It was his way of showing dissent that he was hurt and angry that he had not been involved in any of the decisions that had been so crucial and vital for bringing up their child. The tight reply put an even tighter band her chest constricting her breath. Oberon’s resentment at being lef
Rhonda wanted to feel it, wanted to lose herself in it and wanted to wallow in the sense that Oberon Hunter was hers and hers only---hers to have and hers to hold until….No she would not think beyond this moment. If life came to her in this way that she had to think just of this moment and she had to live in the moment then she was willing to do that. She was willing to live her entire life in this moment if he kept his words and was true and good to them. And she knew that just like every man of honour Oberon Hunter knew that his word was of maximum value in his position.Everything was pulsing within her with the pleasure that Oberon could evoke so easily, so why not let herself indulge in this dream of loving her for as long as he brought her to this brilliant pitch of vibrant life which had been missing all along since the last night that they had spent together.Yes, was dancing through her mind.Yes, was humming through her bloodstream.Yes, was
Rhonda moves her head closer to Oberon. He sits frozen, from both fear and excitement. She leans in, so her foreheads rests against his. They close their eyes. Both their breaths are shaking. "Thank you," she says in barely more than a whisper. "For what?" He replies, his voice low and husky. "For being you." Her voice wavers, exhilarated from the tension between them. He laughed as he said,” That is my Rhonda!! But no way that the image in my mind is going to be dampened,” he said with much relish, then swooped her right off her feet and carried her up in his arms. He was cradling her across his chest just as easily he was cradling Ruriel.“Must try it out, sweetheart. Black might be a bit bland a stark but chocolate brown, mmmmm, now that is a warm colour and would be a warmer contrast to the pearly gleam of your skin.” Rhonda gently leans in and kisses Oberon's warms lips. They pull apart and take shaky, shallow breaths. Unable to co
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