The Golden Collection

by Kam Carr

  “Ever say anything like that again” His tone matching his eyes. “I swear to god I'll spank you till your red raw. Your mine forever and I never want to hear you talking like that.”

  “Err... Violence” I mocked.

  “No! You’re mine and mine only” he tilted his head. “Understand?”

  “Perfectly” I smiled.

  “Good” he kissed my forehead and with his free hand tapped my arse. “Now go and behave. I have work to do and you’re distracting me. Plus, I have to keep the future Mrs Thomas in everything she requires.”

  I did as he said and went back to my chocolates. For the first time I felt safe and protected. Mrs Georgina Thomas. Was a dream come true.....?

  “Dad,” I screamed down the phone. I had just told him mine and Maxwell's good news. The line had gone quiet and that was not a good sign. It was now Monday and we were both back at work. Maxwell was in his office talking to Jan and me taken that as a moment to ring my Dad.

  “Dad,” I yelled again.

  “Why do you have this obsession with getting engaged?” Finally he spoke.

  “I do not have an obsession” I replied. Only my Dad would turn this into me being mental. At the end of the day I was nothing like my Mother and I was fully relieved about that.

  “Really” he tutted. “First it was Ritchie Rich the Mother basher and now its Mr hot shot!”

  “You like Mr hot shot” I laughed.

  “George, just to clarify I don't like any man who man handles my daughter!”

  “Dad,” I said with disgust. Why did he always have to talk his mind? Really, sometimes he was such a grumpy old fart.

  “When is this wedding day?” He asked.

  “I don't know.”

  “Will you actually be going through with it this time? Last time you just wasted my time.33

  I rolled my eyes. “Sorry for the inconvenience that is my life” I tutted.

  “Apology accepted” he said in a rude manner.

  I thought Maxwell could be frustrating by my Dad could take it to a whole new extreme. I shook my head. “I was thinking about coming to visit you one weekend.”

  “Why?”

  “To catch up with you, Caitlyn and Dee.”

  “What do you want to see her for? She is driving me crazy. Caitlyn of course is fussing around her.”

  A little smile came to my lips. Was he jealous? Wasn't he getting attention from his wife?” Your excited about the baby, don't deny it.”

  “As much as a hole in the head” he joked. “Maybe a little” his toned changed. “Right, call me when you know what you’re doing. Maybe I'll plan a holiday myself that weekend.”

  “I love you, Dad” I said, ignoring his remark.

  “Love you too” he put the phone down and my mouth was wide open. Did he just confess he loved me? He was getting old!

  “What's with the goofy look?” Maxwell smiled towering over me.

  I looked at the phone in my hand and then up at him. His hands were full of paperwork. “I just spoke to my Dad” placing the phone back. “I said we would go and see him one weekend. Well, if that is okay with you?”

  He gave a little nod. “Anything you want.” He placed the huge pile of paperwork on my desk. “Did you tell him?” He said quietly and looking around.

  I mocked his actions. “Yes.... What's with the whispering?”

  A little smirk appeared on his lips and his blue eyes lit up. Wow, he was very sexy and irresistible. “I have a little something planned and I don't want anyone round here knowing just yet!”

  I gave a bemused look. Everyone knew we were a couple, so what was the point of hiding our engagement. Especially considering the huge rock I had on my finger.

  I leant forward. “So what is this plan?”

  “All in good time, Miss Dawson. All in good time.” He winked and strolled back into his office. I placed my head in my hands and let out a deep breath. Why did this all feel too good to be true? Did I deserve this much happiness? Then a wave of sadness hit me... My best friend?

  Maybe I had overreacted with the whole her and Blake thing. Why did I act that way? I didn't love Blake. In fact I had stopped loving him from the moment I had met Maxwell. At the end of the day both Amy and Blake both deserved to be happy. I should be happy for my friend and I was. Finally she had met the right person. It was just a coincidence it was Blake. But you couldn't stop falling in love with someone. That I knew too well. I had an urge to call her and maybe met up for a drink. I didn't like us not talking. Deep down I really missed her. I pulled my phone out from my draw and began to write a text.

  Hey.... Really sorry... Shell we meet up?

  Within a minute... Yes :) Same time... Same place X

  A smile appeared on my face... I had my best friend back.

  “James will pick you up dead on nine and if that shit face turns up you call me... Immediately!” Maxwell ordered. I gave a little nod not really taking much notice of his demands. “This is not a request, Miss Dawson.”

  “I know... it's an order,” I said sarcastically. I was just dying to get of the car and see my best friend. I had so much to tell her and I didn't know where to begin.

  His lip twitched, he didn't like me mocking him and I should have known that by now. He held is right up. “I have never used this before. So, please don't tempt me!”

  I leant forward and placed a little kiss in the centre of his palm. “Mr Golden Rule, your threats just make me want to fuck you.”

  “Very glad to hear it” he smirked while doing his signature move. I fell into his touch like I always did. “I'll be at home waiting for you” he said in a low authorizing sex god voice.

  “I can't wait” I kissed his cheek and finally jumped out of the car. I stepped inside the Grand Café. It always felt like coming home. I really did miss this place. Everything felt safe and familiar. Peter was rested up against the bar, surprisingly enough not chatting up any female students. Maybe he had lost his secret powers! I strolled over and sat down on a stool.

  He looked up and a massive smile came on his face. “Miss PA” he laughed. “What honour do we have today?”

  “I'm meeting Amy for a drink. Is she here?” I began to look around but there was no sight of her anywhere.

  “Nope.” His eyes diverted to my hand. “Wow!” He grabbed my hand and started to admire my ring. I felt a very smug expression appear on my face. Guess my Mr Golden Rule was rubbing off on me. “That's an impressive ring... Who is the lucky man?”

  “Maxwell Thomas” I said with pride.

  “Do I know him?”

  “Nope!”

  “What happened to...?” He began to click his fingers. “Blake?”

  I felt my cheeks blush. I was surprise he hadn't heard after all the newspaper reports on Blake and his Mother.

  “He's mine now” boomed a voice. I turned in her direction and there she was. All power suit and her phone in its favourite place. “Bottle of white please, Peter.”

  I looked back at Peter and smiled. “Talk later?” I followed Amy to a free table and sat down. Peter brought over the wine and glasses.

  “Enjoy, ladies” and he disappeared.

  I watched as Amy poured the wine while I sat in complete silence. Why did I feel awkward? We had known each other for years and it had never felt like this before. Although, we had never fallen out like this before. Ever! She handed me a glass. “How are you?”

  “Good....” I took a sip. “And you?”

  “Good” she replied.

  We both began to drink our drinks. This really was uncomfortable and I really didn't like it. I couldn't bare it any longer. One of us had to make the first move and it looked like it was down to me.

  “I'm sorry” I blurted out. Amy just stared at me with her mouth wide open. I don't know why she looked shocked. Truthfully out of us both she was more stubborn than I was. “I should have never reacted the way I did. If Blake makes you happy then it really isn't any of my business.”
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  Amy gave a crooked smile. “I'm sorry too. I should have just been honest with you. After all you’re like a sister to me. I missed you.”

  I put my glass down and reached over for her hand. “From now on we never fight over men. Deal?”

  “Deal” She squeezed my hand. “What have you been up to?”

  I shrugged. “Only this.” I held up my engagement ring hand and Amy's mouth dropped open. “Me and Maxwell are getting married” I giggled.

  “You waste no time. Let me see that...” She leant forward and took a good look. “That flashy fucker” she raised an eyebrow. She was giving me that look again. The one where she knew something about me and I hadn't told her.

  She sat back down in her seat her eyes still glaring at me. “Anything else you would like to share with me?” I shook my head. I really had no idea what she was talking about. She gave a slight smile and picked up her phone. What was she doing? She spun the phone round to me and I had to look twice. It was an advert for a perfume and there I was with Riley. Both of us in underwear simulating a sex scene. Shit!

  The photo shoot that was what it was for. I grabbed the phone off her and just stared. Was that really me? I actually looked hot. Now I could understand why Maxwell had made me do it. I doubted I actually looked like this. They probably airbrushed it.

  “Where did you get this from?” I asked finally looking up.

  “It's everywhere” she laughed. “I knew Riley left, but I didn't know Maxwell had hired him. How come you’re in the shoot? Career change?”

  “No!” I quickly replied. “The other model didn't show up and I got forced to do it.” I felt a little uneasy now. How many people had seen me in my underwear? Why hadn't Maxwell warned me about it?

  I didn't want to think about it no more. I handed Amy back her phone. “So... Tell me about you? How are things between you and Blake?” I watched her eyes go dreamy. She really did like him. Not many men had this effect on Amy Alexis. Besides, the witch would prefer her hands down to me. At least that would make Blake's life easier.

  “Fucking brilliant!” she hushed. Looked like life was finally good for everyone.

  Dead on nine James picked me up and escorted me home. Just and like he had promised Maxwell was waiting for me on the sofa.

  “Come” he ordered holding out his arms. I sat down on his lap and allowed him to hold me tight. There was no better welcome than this. I relaxed into him and took in his intoxicating aroma. He was dressed in a track suit and fresh from a shower.

  “I've seen it” I whispered slowly kissing his neck. I heard a groan deep within his throat and his hand disappeared underneath my skirt.

  “Seen what?” He moved his head back to give me more access to his neck.

  “The advert.”

  “Fucking hot, don't you think? Shame it was with Riley and not me. Otherwise I would blow it up and plaster it on the office wall” he gave a little chuckle. He slowly moved his hand inside my thong. “I get hard just looking at it.” With his index finger softly he began to massage my sweet spot. I could feel his erection digging into my hip. I loved the way I had full control of his body.

  My tongue began in invade his mouth, I was hungry for him and needed him to be inside me. I climbed off and lay down on the sofa. I watched as he pulled down his track suit bottoms and his manhood was erected and ready for pleasure. His hands moved up my thighs and his fingers grabbed hold of my thong. In one quick motion he had pulled it to the side and plunged his most precious possession deep inside me.

  My head moved back and I gave out a groan. He began to rock and swirl his hips.

  “I want it hard and fast” I moaned in his ear. He looked down at me and gave a wicked grin. Every muscle in my body clenched and warmed. I loved this man and he loved me. He was mine and I was his.

  “Then we should give you what you want” he hissed. He began to pump into me, his fingers dig into my hips and he picked up speed. I closed my eyes as I went to that mind blowing special place. The explosion hit me hard and my whole body convulsed.

  “You looked sexy when I make you come” I looked up and he was beamed. Slowly he pulled himself out of me slightly and then... Bang, he slammed hard into me and found his own release. He fell on top of me pushing me in to the sofa. I could his heavy breathing and I hugged him hard. My Mr Golden Rule.....

  CHAPTER 9

  Blake

  “And she was fine about it?” I said shocked. I think I was more shocked that Georgina had quickly got engaged rather than her being fine with me and Amy.

  “Yeah” Amy giggled. “She’s moved on, Blake. She has her dream man now... Just like I have mine.”

  “Dream man?” I blushed. “I wouldn’t go that far.”

  The front door opened and Riley appeared. “Look what I've got” he sang looking really excited. His eyes looked at Amy and what ever he had went behind his back. I gave him a strange look. What was going on?

  “I have already seen it!” Amy snapped.

  “Seen what?” I asked. I was not really confused. My eyes went from Amy to Riley. “What's going on?”

  Riley looked down at his feet. “I didn't realize she would be here.” Amy folded her arms and glared at Riley. I thought Riley was going to self combust with the intensity from the look.

  Amy finally looked at me. “Your friend here” she began. “Signed with my competition.”

  Riley held up his free hand in protest. “It's not like that. In my defence I never actually signed with you.”

  “You didn't actually tell me either” Amy yelled.

  I was even more confused now. What was the pair going on about? “Look, would someone please inform me...” I looked from Amy to Riley. Finally Amy jumped up, ran over and whipped whatever Riley had behind his back.

  “Take a look for yourself” Amy threw it at me. I held the magazine up and had a good look. Riley and some hot blonde were in underwear and it looked like they were having sex.

  “This is amazing, Riley. Who's the girl?”

  Riley gave a smug smile. “That would be Miss Dawson aka Georgina.” My eyes diverted back to the magazine. That was actually Georgina? Wow, she looked amazing. No, amazing was an understatement... She looked hot. I couldn't take my eyes away from her. My girl? A model?

  Amy must have noticed my reaction as she snatched the magazine off me. “Put the eyes back in the sockets, stud!”

  “Sorry” I blushed.

  “I'm still pissed at you!” Amy turned to Riley. “But he's right it is good even though you did screw me over!”

  “I can live with that” Riley shrugged. “My magazine please” he held out his hand and Amy handed it over. “Thank you, if you will excuse me.” With that Riley disappeared into his room leaving me and Amy alone. I could sense an atmosphere between us. Had my reaction to that photo been that blatant?

  “I saw your face” she snapped breaking the uneasy tension.

  “Excuse me?” I laughed trying to look dumb. It wasn't everyday you saw your ex plastered over a page in underwear and you certainly didn't want your new girlfriend to witness it.

  “The way you looked at that magazine!” She walked over and grabbed her bag. “You were practically fucking her with your eyes.” I ran a hand through my hair and took in a deep breath. “When are you going to get over her?”

  Amy was right. I stared down at my hands. When was I going to get over her? Every time I thought I was over her something popped up. I jumped up and grabbed Amy's wrist. I couldn't allow Georgina getting in between us. I had to forget about her and consecrate on Amy. She’s a wonderful person who cared and wanted to be with me. I studied her face it was covered with hurt. I felt bad.

  “I'm sorry” I placed my hand behind her neck. “Even sorrier knowing I've hurt you.”

  “You haven't hurt me” she snarled. “No one can hurt me!”

  “Maybe you can teach me to be tough?” I bent down and kissed her soft lips. She had such desirable lips. “I need you, Amy” I whis
pered as I pulled away and hugged her tightly. I let out an agonizing breath. I did need her more that I had thought.

  Yet, I knew that fucking smug bastard Maxwell was still laughing at me. I could feel my mouth tighten. If only I could get some revenge, wouldn't that help? If only there was something dark on him. Just something little to destroy his life like he did to me!

  Amy pulled away and gazed up at me with her big brown eyes. “What you thinking about?”

  “You” I lied and Amy returned back into her original position. There had to be something?

  That night I couldn't settle. What I had thought about earlier tonight kept running through my head. I knew Amy was fast asleep and she wouldn't catch me. I just knew there was no way Maxwell could be as perfect as he made out to be. All I wanted was one piece of information on him. I sat down at the breakfast bar and switched my lap top. I loaded up Goggle and entered Maxwell Thomas into the search bar. Instantly a ton of results came up:

  Maxwell Thomas hits USA.

  Maxwell Thomas with new girlfriend.

  Maxwell Thomas has an affair with PA

  Maxwell Thomas-Is he sleeping with Veronica Hart?

  None of these were dark or deadly. I skipped ahead to page four. That urging feeling was overwhelming me and it suddenly felt like an obsession. It was an obsession, I wanted to pull Maxwell's life apart and leave him with nothing. Just like he had done when he stole Georgina away from me.

  Maxwell Thomas-The business

  Maxwell Thomas signs Veronica Hart

  Maxwell Thomas-Is the Father to my child a blog by Debbie Harris.

  My eyes widened I never knew he had a child! I clicked on the link straight away. I was intrigued and wanted to find out more. It landed on a blog page. A picture of dark woman, a child and Maxwell appeared. They were all sat hugging and smiling, the photo must have been taken a few years ago. I began to scroll down, it was a little boring. A day to day account of her life with Maxwell. Her moaning about him not being home, working too much, possibility of him cheating and her bored with life. God! This wasn't going to help me. I wanted dirt! Finally, I got to the last post