The Golden Collection

by Kam Carr

  4th July 2012

  I met his new girlfriend today... Some young dumb model type. Typical, she is younger than him. Probably going through a mid thirty’s crisis! She doesn't deserve him. I made a terrible mistake leaving him. At the time I thought it was the right thing to do. Now, I regret everything. I wish he would read this and understand how much I love him. I need him back and Olivia needs her Father. She needs her real family.

  As I write this my husband will be getting home from work. He will find a letter on the table and find us gone. I am heading to England to get back what is rightfully mine. I will get him back...No matter what!

  I sat back and gave a satisfying smile... I had found it! This woman needed my help and I would kindly offer her it. Maybe, when thinking about it clearly this wasn't revenge on Maxwell. Maybe I wanted to hurt Georgina more. This would, taking Maxwell away from her. I wanted Georgina to suffer just like I was. Watch her perfect world crumble away and leaving her in the same state she left me. I had to find this Debbie. I grabbed my phone. There was only one person I knew who could help me. In fact they would take complete delight in destroying Miss Georgina Dawson's life!

  ***

  “Blake,” She smiled.

  “Mother,” I replied.

  She had agreed to meet and help me. She was staying in Randolph hotel and my Father had filed for divorce and forced her to leave the family home. She looked fragile and had aged at least ten years in the last month or so. A wave of guilt crashed through me, I had done this to her! Another woman was sat with her. I recognized her face from the Blog page, it was Debbie. I could always re-lie on my Mother. She never seemed to let me down.

  I held out my hand. “Blake Waterman.”

  She shook my hand and gave a little smile. “Debbie, please to meet you.”

  I took my seat at the table. “You too” I replied nervously. I didn't know where to start.

  “Would you like some wine?” Debbie asked holding up a glass.

  I shook my head. “No thanks, I'm trying to cut down.”

  “Please to hear it” my Mother snapped. I could tell by her voice she was still pissed at me. Yet again, if someone smashed my head in, I would be too.

  “So,” Debbie began. “What exactly is this all about? It’s not everyday someone calls me and demands I get here quick.”

  I looked over at my Mother and urged her on with my eyes. She took the hint and coughed. “We want to help you.” I watched Debbie narrow her eyes. “Help you get Maxwell back. You see Debbie, Georgina destroyed my family. She ripped us apart and left me with nothing. She inflicted pain on my son and he truly isn't over it. We don't want her doing it to you.”

  Wow, I was impressed. My Mother had a way with words. Debbie shifted in her seat and her eyes moved from me to my Mother. Debbie finally sat back in her seat. “And want do you suggest I do about her?” Her tone was low.

  My Mother gave a little chuckle. “It's simple... Let me explain.”

  I allowed my Mother to reveal her plan. She had worked out every small detail. Thank god I had come to her for help. I would have never come up with this. The need to make Georgina suffer was now bigger than ever. A smug smile came to my face, this is what she deserved and I was going to rip her apart just like she had done to my heart!

  ***

  Georgina

  “Special Delivery,” Maxwell sang walking into the bedroom carrying a tray. He placed it down on my lap and gave me his special smile. “Breakfast” he kissed my cheek and walked round to his side of the bed.

  “Wow, I could get use to this” I joked looking down at my toast, coffee and a red rose on the tray. He was a secret romantic despite the cold business man persona he liked to switch on and off.

  My Mr Golden Rule sat down next to me and grabbed a slice of toast. “I want you to” he took a bite and I watched his eyes lit up. He really was such a magical man. My stomach flipped and really handsome and he was all mine. I looked over at the clock it was past nine!

  “Maxwell... We should be at work!”

  He gave a little laugh. “No work for us today! We have something special tonight.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “Which is?”

  He copied my reaction. “You’re very inquisitive.”

  “I know. So, what is it?”

  He laughed again. “I am not telling you!”

  “Please,”

  He gave the cold stare and his lips twitched. “Will you stop with the questions? Wait and see, Miss Dawson. You will love it and that is a promise.”

  “Maxwell!” I shrieked, sometimes he was the most frustrating man EVER!!! “You can't leave me hanging like this.”

  That magically mouth pouted and his eyes filled with that sexy haze. God, the things a look could do to me. “Hanging? No not hanging...” His toned changed to that low dangerous sound. “I could cuff you to the bed and leave you here all day.”

  “And what pleasure would I get from that?” I tried to pretend he was not affecting me which was quite difficult. He controlled my body and he knew it.

  “Any time I required my fix you would be here willing and waiting.” I could hear the arousal filling his voice and I was biting down on my lip. Just the thought of it was turning me on. “Eat!” He ordered, his mood changing in an instant. I rolled my eyes. He was bossing me around again! I would much prefer being cuffed and being used as his sex slave. I gave a little laugh. What had happened to me? I had turned into a sex addict. No, I don't think my addiction was sex. My addiction was with Maxwell Thomas. I gazed over at his beautiful face; His strong jaw, sparkling blue eyes, delicious mouth and his red hair all roughed up.

  “Enjoying something, Miss Dawson?” He said looking at me from the corner of his eye.

  “Busted,” I laughed.

  “Oh!” He sat up and stared at me. “Now you’re using my lines?”

  “What can I say? I like what I see....”

  He moved a little closer. “How about I love what I see?” He leaned forward to kiss me.

  I picked up a slice of toast. “I need to eat!”

  He groaned and slumped down next to me. “Miss Dawson, you’re very frustrating at times!”

  I gave a little smile. “Oh Mr Golden Rule... If only you knew!”

  ***

  Maxwell

  I stormed into my office. What was important that it couldn't wait till tomorrow? Being called in on the one day I wanted off was a piss take! Jan was sat my desk with another man. Security, I never actually had anything to do with them.

  “What's this about?” I bellowed taking my place on my throne.

  “We are really sorry for calling you in” The man from security began. “We would just prefer talking to you without Miss Dawson present.”

  I glared at him. “And you are?”

  “Ted, Mr Thomas. I am head of security. Jan requested I came to see you regarding the package you received today.”

  “What package?” My attention turned to Jan.

  “This one” Jan placed a brown box on my desk. “Ted believes it was hand delivered as there is no postage mark. You should really look inside, Mr Thomas. It’s very disturbing to say the truth.”

  I pulled the box towards me and slowly lifted the lid off. It was a heart necklace just like the one I had made for Georgina. The only difference was on the heart there was a charm in the shape of a gun. My blood ran cold.

  “The card!” Ted spoke. “You should read the card.”

  I pulled the little gold card out of the box and began to read...

  Dear Miss Dawson,

  Here is a gift I want you to have. The heart means nothing as for the gun it is yours. I'm just sorry I didn't get the chance to engrave your name on the gun charm. The actual one does have your name on it.....

  I slowly looked up, I didn't understand! Was this some joke? Jan and Ted looked deadly serious. The tiny hairs on my arms were standing. My heart was racing. Who would want to hurt Georgina? I placed the card back in the box and pus
hed it away. I couldn't bear to look at it no more. I jumped straight into boss mode.

  “Have you checked the CCTV?”

  “Yes and there was nothing suspicious” Jan said. “I think we should call the police!”

  “No!” I yelled. “It will cause media attention and we really could live without that.” I began to tap my fingertips on my desk. What were we going to do? There was some freak out there wishing my future wife dead! Fucking dumb twisted cunt! It was my job now to keep her safe and make sure no one hurt the woman I craved.

  “Ted!” I jumped up and began to pace. “I want you to check everyone in the building and see if anyone saw anything. This must all be kept secret and not a word said to Georgina.”

  “Is that wise?” Jan ask.

  I froze on the spot and gave her the cold stare. I placed my hand up in away to kindly say keep out of this. Jan looked down at her hands and I carried on with my orders. “Ted, I want you to hire a body guard and I want him with Georgina 24/7. Once again I do stress Georgina does not find out about this. I really don't want her freaking out.”

  “I'll do it straight away” Ted nodded.

  “Maxwell! I think she should know.”

  “Jan!” I yelled. “I'm the fucking boss here just keep quiet and let me do my job. Georgina isn't just an employee, she is my girlfriend.” I looked back at Ted. “I want extra security around this place and maybe get one of those scanner machines. Yep, I wanted everyone checked on arrival and departure.”

  “It will cost a great deal” Jan stressed.

  I sat back down at my desk. She was really beginning to piss me off. I slammed my fist on the desk in annoyance. It made Jan jump and put her head down again. “I need a body guard tonight. Go and do what I pay you for.” Ted got up and left the office. I and Jan were alone. I actually felt a little guilty treating her the way I did. I placed my hands over my face.

  “It will be fine, Maxwell” Jan reassured me.

  I peeked through the gap between my fingers. “Do you have a cigarette?”

  She gave a little and pulled out a packet from her pocket. “I thought you would ask.”

  “Thank you” I grabbed the packet of her and quickly removed the plastic wrapper. I pulled out a cigarette, placed it between my lips, located my lighter and began to puff away.

  “Are we going to tell the broad?” Jan asked. “There will be questions the added expense?”

  “Call a meeting and I be with you in five.” Jan nodded and left me to enjoy my cigarette. I had to call Georgina, just to make sure she was okay. I could feel my hand shaking as I reached out for the phone. All sort of terrible thoughts were going through my head. My sexy, loving and caring woman. Who would want to hurt her? This person was obviously sick in the head to even dream up something like that necklace and card. I dialled the number, it seemed to ring forever.

  “Hello” she finally answered, he voice sounding like she didn't have a care in the world.

  “George!” I screamed. “How long does it take for you to answer the fucking phone?”

  “I didn't realize I was being timed. You sound strange, everything okay?”

  Shit! I did sound strange. I coughed to try and clear the lump in my throat. I had to pretend everything was fine. My anxiety was beginning to take control of me. “Sorry” I sighed, trying to gain some normality to my voice. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes” she replied a little off key.

  “Good. Now, don't answer the door to anyone. If you need to go out wait till I get back. I shouldn't be any longer than an hour.”

  “What's with all the orders?” She snapped.

  “Now is not a good time to start acting all inquisitive with me, Miss Dawson. Just do as I say... Please!” I pleaded.

  “Okay... Okay!” She yelled down the phone, I could tell by her voice she was rolling her eyes. I didn't like telling her what to do and most of the time she ignored me anyway. This time there was a lot more at state. Her life was under treat.

  “Good” I gave a breath of relief. “I love you.”

  “Love you too” she said softly.

  I put the phone down, now it was time to face my broad. When I find out who was behind all of this, I was going to kick the shit out of them. No one threaten the people I loved and got away with it. Half of me prayed that this was just someone's idea of a sick joke. The other half of me knew this was the start of a situation that I had no control over. I didn't like being out of control and that scared me most.

  ***

  Georgina

  I placed the phone back down. He really did sound weird. I guess something at work had stressed him out. What was with all the orders? I made my way into the bedroom and looked up at my new dress hanging up against the wardrobe. Another Jenny Peckham to add to my growing collection. My man certainly had good taste. I sat down on my bed and carried on reading my magazine. I had never been one for gossip magazines, but Maxwell had assured me it was good for work and now I had become addicted. I began to think about the possibilities of tonight. He still wouldn't tell me what he had planned. Dinner? Dancing? I really didn't care as long as he was constantly by my side.

  I just had this nagging feeling something was wrong? It was his tone. I had never heard him like before. Maybe I was just being paranoid. No! I could hear the anxiety taking over his voice. My Mr Golden Rule was normally so controlled. I had seen him cry once- when I told him about me marrying Blake. That was such a beautiful sight. My mind was consumed with thoughts of Maxwell and I gave a little smile. This was a hundred times better than what I had with Blake. Maxwell always had a game or surprise up his sleeve. Everyday I fell in love with him just a little bit more.

  I had an idea.

  I raced over to the wardrobe and opened the door my dress wasn't hanging on. I was looking for his ties, I needed at least four.

  I began to rummage around and my eyes focused on a box. It was pink! Maxwell didn't own anything pink. I wanted to buy him a pink t-shirt in Spain but he said it would insult his sexuality. I loved it when he acted all macho. Maxwell was right I was too inquisitive for my own good. I had to find out what was in this box. I opened it up and pulled out a big pile of photos.

  There must have been hundreds all of him with Debbie. They must have been pre Olivia. I could feel my heart in my throat. I began to look through them. Each one of them made me feel worse. Pictures of the two of them hugging, kissing and even pictures of them naked. I couldn't look any longer and threw them back into the box. I felt sick, why had he kept them? I binned all my photos of Blake the minute we got back from Spain. Did he ever look at them? I wanted to cry. Did he secretly still love her and that’s why he kept them as memorabilia. I looked down at my engagement ring and then unspoken questioned raced to my mind.

  Had he ever been engaged to her? I had never asked, should I? Should I tell him I found the photos? Although, he may get the wrong idea and think I was checking up on him. Why did I look? I could be so stupid sometimes.

  I felt awkward, every time I closed my eyes all I could see was Maxwell and Debbie together and looking in love. I looked around the room. It was full of that advertisement picture of me and Riley. I didn't want to be here and I felt embarrassed that everyone could see me in my underwear. To top it all Maxwell was acting weird around me. Every five minutes checking to see if I was all right.

  “Hey” Maxwell said coming up behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into him. “You okay?”

  I rolled my eyes and took a large gulp of my wine. How many times was he going to ask that? “Fine” I huffed again.

  “You look mighty fine in that photo” he whispered in my ear. I looked up at one of the pictures and felt even sicker.

  I spun round to face him with speed. My eyes immediately diverted to that mouth. I loved him so much. , Especially when he was wearing that navy suit.

  Why was I making such a big deal out of this?

  We were both looking at a photo of me with another
bloke. But then me and Riley didn't know each other or share a child together. I looked down at my glass, maybe one question wouldn't hurt.

  “Were you and Debbie ever engaged?”

  Shock filled his face. “No!”

  “Even after you had Olivia?”

  “I never thought of her like that. She was never good enough to be my wife. “He tilted his head to the side and his blue eyes burned into me. “Why are you asking?”

  “Curious” I lied, I went to hug him but he moved out of my reach.

  “You’re hiding something” he mumbled. I looked down at my feet. How could he read me so well? I guess it wouldn't hurt to tell him now he had assured me about Debbie.

  “I found them” his face went blank, there was no reaction. “Photos of yourself with Debbie.” I looked down at the ground. In some way I felt as if I was betraying him. I had looked through his things and that was a disgusting thing to do.

  “Oh” he folded his arms and gave me that look. “I actually forgot all about them.”

  “You did?” I smiled with surprise.

  He nodded in his usual calm and controlled Mr Golden Rule way. “You want me to burn them?”

  “Burning is a little drastic” I smiled up at him.

  Finally he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me hard. I rested my head on his chest and enjoyed being close to him. He inhaled and gave out a little sigh.

  “Miss Dawson, what are you doing to me?”

  All of a sudden it felt like we were the only two people in the room. The happy feeling finally came back to me. I was so glad I was the only woman in the world good enough to be Mrs Thomas. I really couldn't wait to be his wife. I wanted to make him happy and share the rest of my life with him.

  CHAPTER 10