The Golden Collection

by Kam Carr

  “Mr Dawson,” Maria, the house keeper walked into the kitchen. She couldn't have been much older than me. She had thick dark brown hair and big brown eyes. I liked her full on Spanish accent. Even though she had to keep repeating everything to me. Spanish people talk fast.

  “Yes, Maria” Dad said his tone had changed from sarcastic to pleasant. I wanted to laugh. My Dad being nice was a joke on its own.

  “You have a visitor. Shell I let them in?”

  “George,” He eyes darted at me and picked up his paper again. “It will be for you.”

  I narrowed my eyes. “Why would it be for me? I don't know anyone here!”

  “It's me!” I heard someone laugh. All our eyes slowly turned to the doorway and I couldn't believe my eyes. My sister was here... She looked beautiful. She was taller than me, but we were the spitting image of each other. I jumped up from my seat, ran over and hugged her hard. I wanted to cry... I hadn't seen her in such a long time. The one person I needed most was here. I pulled away and placed a hand on her tiny baby lump.

  “Where's Gandhi?” Dad scowled.

  Dee's eyes looked down at me and her smile disappeared. “We have split up.” I grabbed hold of her hand and squeezed it tightly.

  “Maria, my daughters are like buses. You wait weeks for one to call and then two show up at once” Dad huffed and went back to his paper.

  “Why don't we go and sit by the pool and catch up” I said to Dee. She gave a big smile. Thank god I had someone decent to talk to. Maybe coming to Spain wasn't that bad after all.

  “Wow,” Dee looked shocked. We were sat on the edge of the pool dipping our feet into the cool water. The sun was beaming down on us and the sky was a bright blue. I had just explained the whole situation to her. “And this Maxwell bloke hasn't called you?” I shook my head. “What a prick!”

  I shrugged. “Enough about me... What happened between you and Carl?”

  Dee took a deep breath and I could see the agony in her eyes. What a pair we were...“I got bored of all the save the world shit.” She placed her hand over her little lump. “Since being pregnant, I just want to settle down and make a home. He likes to travel and I don't want to. We kept fighting and I just decided to get away.”

  “Do you think it will pass and you can be a family?”

  Dee slowly shook her head. “No, I got married too young and we have grown apart.” She gave a little sniff. “Anyway, I have better things to think about. I'm going to be a mum” she said with pride.

  “Men!” I huffed. I looked down at the water and began to think about Maxwell. I missed him too much. In spite of everything he had done, I still wanted him like mad. I missed everything about him. His touch, smell, taste and most of all his delicious sexy mouth. I could feel my heart pounding and breathing escalating. He wasn't even here and just the thought of him made my body overreact.

  “Why don't you call him?” I looked at her stunned. How did she know I was thinking about him? I shrugged. Why hadn't I phoned him? Was I scared? What if he rejected me? What if he didn't actually love me and it was all about the money?

  ***

  Maxwell

  I got out of the taxi and looked at the villa in front of me. The thought that she was just inside excited me. It had taken me too long to get here. Every time I tried to get away something would pop up. I did think about calling her, but I was too scared of her reaction. This was the best way – just show up. She couldn't deny not seeing me, that wasn't a choice I was going to give her.

  I picked my bag off the floor and walked up to the front door. It was a beautiful house looked very Spanish. I walked up the steps and placed my bag down. My stomach began to churn. This was the most nerve-racking experience I'd ever had. I laughed, I ran my own company. How many times had I spoken in front of people? I took in a deep breath and ran the door bell.

  The door slowly opened and I let out a dishearten sigh. I was hoping Georgina would answer, but I had got her Dad instead.

  A little smile came to his face. “Hey, we were talking about you!”

  I narrowed my eyes, was that a good or a bad thing. I gave a nervous cough. “Can I see Georgina, please?”

  His face turned cold and he glared at me. “I know what you did.” He raised an eyebrow and his voice sounded stern. “But,” out of the blue he hugged me and I froze. That was unexpected.

  He pulled away and slapped me on the shoulder. “Come, she's by the pool. You can wait in her room. That way you can have some privacy.” He turned and stepped back inside. I grabbed my bag and began to follow him in. Without warning he spun round and pointed his finger in my face. “This is a warning... Hurt her again and I will hunt you down.” A little smirk came to his lips. “I do own a gun!” I took his warning seriously... He was a scary man!

  I was sat on her bed just staring at the door. I didn't know how long I had been sitting here. Maybe she had done another runner? Or maybe she hated me that much the thought of seeing me was too daunting.

  I ran my hands through my hair and let out an agonizing sigh. I began to tap my foot in frustration. I was dying to see her, even if it was just for a second. There was so much I had to tell her. I couldn't leave without her.

  I looked at the door handle and I could see it move slowly. My heart began to race and I stood up. In seconds she was stood before me. She looked beautiful in a summer cotton dress. Her blond hair pulled back in a ponytail. I had forgotten how beautiful she was.

  Her perfect lips parted a little and she just stared at me with her big blue eyes. She stepped towards me. “Your here?” She breathed, her eyes went dreamy and she reached out to touch my face.

  “Do you want me here?” I asked, leaning into her touch. God, I've missed her hands.

  “Yes,” she gave a breath taking smile and I pulled her into me. I placed my nose in her hair and took in her intoxicating scent. She rested her head against my chest. “I know what you did,” she began. “I just kept hoping that after everything you still wanted and loved me.”

  I pulled away and gently lifted her chin up with my finger tip. “Let me confess,” she gave a little nod. “Mrs Waterman did offer me money to hire you.” I looked away this was going to be difficult. “I accepted her offer after the interview. I was worried I would never see you again and plus I did change the terms of the deal. At the time my business was going under and I was a very desperate man. I was foolish. I really am sorry.” I took in a deep breath and looked down at her. She was taking it all in. All her attention focused on me. “I think I loved you from the first time I saw you waiting on that sofa.”

  She raised an eyebrow and blushed a little. “You think?”

  I rolled my eyes. She was a very persistent little thing. “Busted,” I laughed. “I knew.”

  “Where is this money now?”

  “I gave it back. That's why I went to see her.” I grabbed hold of her pulling her into me. “Will you forgive, Miss Dawson?”

  “I don't know” she shrugged her shoulders and her warm hand swept round to the back of my neck. “I think you should give me a reason...” My head lowered and our lips met.

  I kissed her with such passionate and such force my lips began to go numb. Immediately like any other time when I was next to this woman I felt my blood rush down below.

  She pulled away biting down on her lip. “You're lucky, my room has a lock.” She walked over to the door and turned the key. She spun round. Her eyes were full of burning desire. She slowly pulled down each strap of her dress and allowed it to float down to the floor. Gracefully she removed her thong.

  I took in a sharp breath, her body was mesmerizing. I couldn't get enough of her. I had gone days without my fix. She began to walk towards me and my heart was in my mouth. Once close I pulled her over and pushed her on to the bed.

  I undid my trousers and allowed them to fall down to my ankles. This didn't seem the romantic gesture I had planned. She was naked and my body couldn't control that deep throbbing urge any more. I climbed
on top of her and gazed down at her beautiful face. My fingers traced along her cheek and my lips pressed down on hers.

  I felt her hands grabbed hold of my arse and I knew exactly what she wanted. I sank my solid manhood inside her and she gave a little groan. Her fingertips began to move up and down my back. While I massaged her sweet spot, her legs wrapped round my waist and I took that as my cue to start slamming into her. Her quiet groans took me to that special place I only ever wanted to share with her.

  “I love you, Georgina” I said through gritted teeth. I watched as her mouth formed a perfect O and she began to tremble. She was in her orgasmic state.

  “I love you too.”

  I slammed in harder, grabbing her waist and finding my own sweet realise. I had to rest my head on her chest and try to regain my breath. Her fingertips began to play with my hair. I didn't want to move. There was no way this woman was going to leave my side again.

  The love I felt for her was out of this world. She had changed my life... Maybe to be absolutely truthful... Before I meet her I was a complete Dickhead and within a matter of months she did Bring me to life x

  ***

  Georgina

  I zipped up my skirt and smoothed it back down my thighs. I was still breathing heavily from the after myth. My legs felt weak and my mind was in a whirlwind.

  How could a man control my body like he did? I gazed over my shoulder. There HE was – Sat at his desk as if nothing had happened. I watched as he placed a cigarette between his luscious lips and lit it gracefully. He inhaled while tilting his head back to he release the climax of the nicotine.

  Why? I thought. Why did this beautiful man love me? My mind turned back to the task in hand to straighten myself out. I did up the buttons on my blouse and ran a hand through my long baby blonde hair.

  "Hey," He speaks. Even his voice sent me to that dark wanton place.

  I turned on my heel to face him. He was still sitting at his large dark marble desk inhaling his cigarette. My eyes immediately focused on his handsome face; strong chin and a perfect mouth. It was as if his blue eyes could see right through me.

  "You aren't going to say I'm welcomed?" He joked, inhaling another drag of his cigarette.

  I looked over again, this time not trying to avoid that mouth or eyes. I couldn't get enough of them. I wanted his eyes on me and I loved that magically mouth. He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his reddish spiky hair. I seductively made my way over to him and placed myself down on his lap.

  “Oh, Mr Thomas” I breathed taking the cigarette away from his lips and placing it between mine. “I do believe you have broken your golden rule.” I laughed as I inhaled and exhaled my climax of nicotine.

  His finger slowly traced the crack running down on my heart pendant necklace. “Miss Dawson, I told you I would...”

  Book Two

  SWEET IMMORTIAL

  These wounds won't seem to heal

  This pain is just too real

  There's just too much that time cannot erase

  When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears

  When you scream I'd fight away all of your fears

  And I held your hand through all of these years

  But you still have all of me

  I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone

  But though you're still with me

  I've been alone all along

  CHAPTER ONE

  Georgina Dawson

  “Good morning, Maxwell Thomas's office” I answered. “Georgina Dawson speaking.” I sat back in HIS chair. My feet were killing me today I hadn't stopped. Maxwell was away for a few days. He had headed off to LA to sort out the new contract. I was in charge.

  I gazed over at his screen saver. Every time I saw it a massive smile filled my face. It had now been changed from me wearing that dress to me and Maxwell. A collection of pictures he'd taken while we were in Spain. Both of us laid on a beach, Maxwell in his shorts and top half naked. His big blue eyes full of happiness and that mouth. I gave a sigh. I was missing him like mad.

  “Miss Dawson, what are you doing in my office?” Asked the seductive voice on the other end of the phone. My heart began to beat fast. Just those two words made me convulse – Miss Dawson.

  “I'm playing boss” I giggled, I began to play with my necklace. My beautiful heart pendant necklace. The birthday gift my hunky boyfriend had given me. I smiled contently, finally he was my boyfriend and my Father actually approved.

  He began to laugh. “Looks like I will be here for a few more days.” My heart sank. He had already been gone three days as it was. I couldn't bear to be away from him any longer.

  “So” He began, using that low growling voice. “Would you like to join me?”

  My eyes widen, was he being serious? “Maxwell!” I bellowed.

  “Miss Dawson!” He bellowed back.

  “What about things here?”

  “Jan can deal with everything. I really need you here, I'm craving you.” I could tell he was giving that smile. I closed my eyes, I was craving him too. We hadn't spent this much time apart since Spain. I had to be with him every night either at his or Amy's.

  I had moved in permanently with Amy now, Even though Maxwell wanted me to move in with him. After just breaking up with Blake I didn't fancy jumping into another committed relationship and Maxwell seemed to understand. As it was we practically spent all day and night together.

  Maxwell insisted I came back to work for him. Which I snapped up straight away, I loved working here and it was nice seeing everyone again. Now my dreamy boyfriend was asking me to join him in LA.

  “Of course I will join you.”

  “Good,” he was using his boss voice. That longing dark wanton feeling ran through my body. Even after three days I was beginning to feel a little frustrated. I was craving his taste, touch and smell. I wanted his magically mouth on my body, kissing, licking and sucking. I opened my eyes quickly. Just the thought of him could make me come.

  “I'll call you when everything is arranged. I'll be waiting for you, Miss Dawson.”

  “Waiting or wanting?” I giggled, I was feeling very turned on.

  “Both love you,” he giggled back.

  “Love you too” I cried.

  He gave out a heartbreaking hiss of breath. “What have you done to me, Miss Dawson? I'm getting hard just listening to your voice. I need to be inside you.”

  “Mr Thomas, remember the golden rule” I blushed. Even though that was fucked now literally. My first day back as his PA we had sex on his desk. Wow, just the thought got me wet.

  “Hurry up and book my flight” I began with my sexy voice. “Because all I can think about is placing you in my mouth.”

  “Ah,” I could tell he was gritting his teeth. “I am on it now! Call you later, baby.”

  “Indeed, you will” I laughed, placing the phone down. I sat back in his chair and placed my hands above my head just like he did. I felt so happy and contented. I had a nice home, a wonderful job and I had my Mr Golden Rule. Everything was perfect.

  That night when I got in, I headed straight to my room. Amy lived on the Cowley Road in a flat. I loved being here, it reminded me of college. On the odd occasion Maxwell would stay at his, and then I and Amy would have girly nights. Drink wine, watch DVD's and talk about old times.

  The only thing I hated was I had to clean and cook for myself. They were the only moments I actually missed Blake.

  I slumped down on my bed and the thought of Blake filled my head. Every now and again I would think and wonder what he was up to. According to Amy, his Mum had made a full recovery. After his Dad found out what happened, he ordered her to leave and filed for divorce. No one had heard anything about Blake and no one knew where he was. I still felt a little guilty, at the end of the day I had to go with my heart.

  “Hey, lover boy called” Amy burst in and threw a piece of paper at me. “Here's all the details and he said bring the red dress.” I blushed, him and that red
dress! Amy lay down next to me and gave a groan. “Really, isn't fair!”

  I looked over at her and laughed. She was such a drama queen. “What isn't?”

  “You’re going off to LA to have lots of sex. I will be sat in shitty old Oxford without even a man.” She looked over and gave a wicked grin. “You're a bitch.”

  I rubbed her shoulder. “What happened to that new client you had? I thought he was interested in you?” Amy had hired some bloke called Riley. I watched Amy's eyes go dreamy and roll back into her head. She had it bad for him.

  She rolled her head side to side and gave out an agonizing shriek. “Don't get me started on him. He is sex on fucking legs. He is dark and deadly. I want to fuck him so bad, but I can't, I am his boss.”

  I burst out laughing. “Wonder what it's like to be in that position?”

  “Don't gloat. It's such a shame, because he looks like Matt Bomer and loves fucking women.” She snapped. “I might call him,” she ran her hands through her hair. “Its just sex.” She looked over at me and smiled. “I hate you!” With that, she got up and left the room.

  I looked at the piece of paper and smiled. I suppose many women hated me at the moment. Maxwell was a very handsome man and he only had eyes for me. I had to start packing for my dirty trip away.

  ***

  After a 12 hour flight I could finally get off this plane. I grabbed my suitcase and walked through to immigration. I couldn't wait to see if Maxwell was waiting for me on arrival. I handed over my passport and they gave it a quick stamp. I almost ran out into the waiting area. I scanned the room and my heart sank. Men and women hugging, children looking excited, but no Maxwell.

  I made my way to the exit. At least I had the name of the hotel. I could grab a taxi and see if he was there. I made my way outside and into the LA sunshine.