The Golden Collection

by Kam Carr

  His eyes drop to the floor and he bows his head. “Yes.”

  “I have spent months hiding away hating you. So I snapped, I saw an opportunity and I took it. If I could just get her back, I thought everything would be okay.”

  “I’m sorry, Blake” his voice is actually calm and I think he actually means it. “I can be selfish sometimes. Please me believe me, we never intended on hurting you.” He lifts his head back up and rubs his brow. “I never planned on falling for her. At the time it was just about the money.”

  I tilt my head to the side and laugh. “Everything is always about money.”

  “You know I love Georgina and I would never hurt her. You know that, right?”

  “It’s not just you and Georgina anymore” I snap.

  His eyes widen and he stares at me, his mouth twitches and he waits a few moments before he speaks. “What does that mean?”

  I sigh and shake my head. I know I shouldn’t have said anything but it was too late now. “Georgina’s pregnant, Maxwell. They found out yesterday while doing tests. You’re going to be a father.”

  He opens his mouth to say something and quickly closes it again. He started pacing around the room; he is a man in total shock. He stops, looks at me and gives the biggest grin I have ever seen. And that’s when I see it, he does love her and I know she loves him. I love her too, I probably always will.

  I take a step towards him and point my finger at him. “You better look after her, Maxwell. She deserves to be happy.” I drop my hand and make my way towards the door. “Congratulations.” With that I leave and start my new life with Amy.

  ***

  Georgina

  I watched as Maxwell paced up and down the room. I was still stuck in this hospital. He was yelling at someone on the phone. I wanted to get out of this place and go home. I needed to walk in the fresh air and see proper day light.

  Plus a walk would get me away from his fussing for a few hours. You would have thought I was the first woman ever to be pregnant. How was I going to get through the next 8 months?

  “No!” He yelled. “I want that fucking bitch locked up and I don't want Olivia anywhere near her. That woman is fucking crazy and not stable enough to raise my daughter! Good...You better... Well, I am not fucking paying you to try!”

  He finally took the phone away from his ear. Mr Golden rule the business man was back. “You okay?” he asked his tone softening. I rolled my eyes. We were here again!

  “Stop!” I pleaded as I let out a frustrating scream. “Please, stop all the fussing. I am fine.”

  He gave his smile and strolled over to me. I must have been getting better as I had that deep throbbing dark pain below. I was dying for him to make love to me. I squeezed my thighs together and shifted a little. I had begged him the other day to make love to me right here but he refused. He said it didn't feel right, that came out of the mouth of the man who fucked me in a McDonald’s rest room.

  “Don't give me that look” he smirked. “I told you to wait till we get home.” I loved the way he always knew what I was thinking. He sat down next to me and ran a finger along my cheek. “I want nothing more than to be inside you, Miss Dawson.”

  I reached out for his hand and changed the subject. “What did the solicitor say?”

  He shook his head and rubbed his brow in annoyance. “Doesn't look good. Debbie is playing the mental card. Although custody of Olivia is looking good.”

  “Did you sign the papers for the house?”

  “No.”

  “Why?” I asked in shock. “You house isn't going to be big enough for the four of us to live in.”

  “Four?” He looked puzzled.

  “Me, you, Olivia and our baby.”

  He gave a little smile. “I keep forgetting about the little Golden blob.”

  I smiled back at him. “I know it doesn't feel real.”

  He draped his arm round my shoulder and pulled me in tight. I rested my head against his chest and took in his intoxicating scent. I really had to get home quick!

  “What are we going to do about the house?”

  “I was thinking” he began. “We should move to LA. My business is good there and Olivia could go back to her old school.”

  “What about me?” I snapped I could feel my eyes moving rapidly. “I have no job there. I can't be a stay at home Mum. I would go crazy!”

  “Then its lucky I know you very well” he laughed. “Right this second a contract is being written.”

  “A contract?”

  “Yep... I'm making you my business partner. I want us to share everything with each other.”

  Wow! This was a lot to take in. He actually wanted to give me fifty per cent of everything he had built up. He trusted me that much. What if people thought I had planned this? What if people thought I was a gold digger?

  “It’s too much” I sighed.

  “How?” He gave me his cold stare. “Seriously, I want to share everything with you. We are engaged and now we are having a baby.” His hand gently rubbed my stomach and I placed my hand over his. His eyes slowly looked up at me. Blue on blue. “I love you.”

  “I love you too.”

  “When did I turn into such a grown up?” he joked.

  “Are you happy?” I asked with a serious tone.

  “I have never been happier” he kissed my cheek and stood up. “I'm gonna find that nurse and get those discharge papers. We need to get you home!” He winked.

  “Oh so wanton, Mr Golden Rule!” I giggled.

  “Oh, how you know me, Miss Dawson.” He gave his special smile. He pulled out his phone and handed it to me. I just stared at it confused. “Call your Dad and tell him our good news.”

  I tutted. “Do I have too? You've met my father and he is scary!”

  “Yes... This is an order not a request. Won't be long” he kissed my lips and left the room.

  I glared at the phone. This was going to be fun. I strolled through the phone till I found my Dad's number. I hit the call button and my heart started beating rapidly.

  Why did I was get nervous when speaking to my Dad?

  “Hello” my Dad answered.

  “Dad?” I hesitated.

  “Georgina... What do you want?”

  Oh how I loved his greetings. Always so pleased to hear from his youngest daughter. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. It was now or never.

  “I have something to tell you” I paused and sat up straight. I could feel my hands shaking. I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes. “I'm pregnant.”

  “Caitlyn!” He screamed at the top of his voice. “You'll never guess what she's done now!”

  BOOK THREE

  Thoughtless Sacrifice

  Fear is only in our minds,

  Taking over all the time.

  Fear is only in our minds

  but it's taking over all the time.

  You poor sweet innocent thing.

  Dry your eyes and testify.

  You know you live to break me.

  One day,

  I'm gonna forget your name,

  And one sweet day,

  you're gonna drown in my lost pain.

  ---Lyrics from Evenscene--

  CHAPTER ONE

  Maxwell Thomas

  “It seems Georgina has secured a few new contracts for her clients” I snap, as I speak in front of the board. I narrow my eyes and look over to the opposite end of the table where my wife is sitting.

  “And we all know how she managed that.” My eyes divert to her blouse with a few buttons undone and the black bra visible to any prying eye.

  Georgina sits up in her seat and fluffs out her long blonde hair. “What Mr Thomas is trying to say....” she gives that girly grin that drives me insane. “He's very proud of me.”

  I tilt my head back and give her my special knickers combustion smile. “Not really, Mrs Thomas. What husband would be proud of their wife showing off his assets in the return for money?”

  Her eyes widen
and she begins to bite down on that rosebud lip. “Your assets?” She cocks her head the way I do.

  I shake my head, why does she always do this? At this moment in time I want to bend her over this table and spank that arse until its red raw.

  She pushes out her breasts. “I do believe I paid for this myself.” I look around the table. A few people are uncomfortable with the floor show. Except a few males who are getting a good eyeful of my wife and her assets.

  I slam my fist on the table. “We'll call it a day” I say, not once taking my eyes off that beautiful frustrating woman. “I want all the reports on my desk by Friday.”

  Everyone gets up, leaving me and my wife alone. Neither one of us speak, we just glare each other from opposite ends of the table.

  I need a cigarette. You would think after 5 years I would have gotten use to her frustrating behaviour. Somehow, she always manages to surprise me.

  “What’s your problem?” She scowls, starting to pack her things away.

  I slowly rise out of my seat and stroll over to her. “You,” I say slowly.

  “Me?” She laughs. “It's hardly my fault I had to negotiate with perverts. I told you I didn't want to go, but no, you were far too busy to escort me!”

  I perch on the end of the desk and place a finger over her lips. Immediately she falls silent, looking up at me, her big blue eyes sparkling. My heart instantly melts. Maybe I did overreact. I just couldn't stand the idea of another man looking at what is mine. I lean forward and place a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

  “Was I prick?”

  A little smile springs to her lips. “Very much so, Mr Thomas.”

  I sit back up and rub my face. “I'm sorry,” I sigh. “I'm just really tired. It feels like I haven't stopped working in years.”

  “Yes, we’ve noticed” she scowls again, her hand reaches out and she grabs my leg. Even after 5 years her touch still makes an impact on my body. “Will you be home for dinner?” She asks sweetly.

  I let out a little air. “I don't know.” She removes her hand and stands up. Straight away I know she is pissed at me.

  “For fuck's sake, Maxwell” She yells. “The kids are forgetting what their father looks like and I'm forgetting what it feels like to sleep next to my husband.” She grabs her bag. “Maybe when you have a free spot in your diary you'll write us in.”

  I grab hold of her wrist and pull her towards me. I fully understand what she is saying. The business has exploded here and in Oxford. I've spent every waking moment working and I too am missing my family.

  My hands reach out for her face and I pull it down to mine. Our lips unite and I kiss her intensely. I can feel my blood beginning to pump south. I pull away and stand up, my eyes taking in her reaction. She is breathing heavily and her eyes burn into me.

  She drops her bag to the floor and now all I want is to be deep inside her. To forget about my business and the pile of work that needs to be done before tonight.

  I slowly undo the buttons on her blouse and remove it. Even after having Bailey, our child together, she has a mesmerizing body. A perfect toned stomach and not a single stretch mark. My lips trail down her neck, in between her breasts and down her stomach.

  My hands reach round to her back and I unzip her skirt, sending it floating down to the ground. Her fingertips tug gently at my hair. The overpowering craving for her fills my body. She is still my sweet fix that I can't live without.

  I gently place her down on the meeting table and pull down my zip to reveal my most precious possession. Instantly, she gives a wicked look and bites down on her lip. I rest in between her legs and pull her underwear to the side.

  In one swift movement I sink inside her, air hissing from my lips. It feels so good, her arms lock round my neck and her legs hook round my waist. She is wet and grinding slow, swirling her hips as I moved in and out of her.

  She is a beautiful woman, I watch her perfect lips form in a perfect O and it sends me over the edge. My fingers grip onto her waist and I began to pound a head.

  Georgina meets me at each thrust. The muscles in my legs began to contract and I can't last any longer. Georgina grips around me and I feel myself explode deep within her.

  Once again we have broken my golden rule....

  CHAPTER TWO

  Georgina Thomas

  I step outside and my car is waiting next to the curb. How life has changed? Jay, our driver gets out of the car and opens the passenger door for me.

  “Good afternoon, Mrs Thomas” He gives a little smile, which instantly I return out of habit. “Had a good day?”

  “Yes, thank you” I lie, as I climb into the car. I hate my life!

  We have money, a nice house and I own fifty per cent of the business. However, I never get to spend time with my husband. Olivia hates me (Maxwell's daughter from another relationship) and my son calls the nanny “Mummy!” The only pleasure I've got in my life is making my husband jealous.

  My phone rings and I pull it out of my bag. Riley is showing up on the caller ID. As soon as Maxwell had given me the job I signed Riley. I sort of felt bad for taking his limelight all those years ago. Plus, he didn't want to live with Blake any more.

  Riley's career has hit big! He has starred in a few movies and now is a major star on his own TV series. I hit the accept button.

  “Baby girl.” He yells. “Where are you?”

  I give a little smile remembering what my husband has just done to me in the meeting room. “I'm coming” I laugh. “Something just came up.”

  “Okay... I'm at The Ivy. Be quick, I have a date at four” with that he hangs up.

  “Jay,” I call out. “Could you drop me off at The Ivy?”

  Jay looks at me through his rear-view mirror. “Does Mr Thomas know about the change of plan?”

  I roll my eyes. Maxwell is still as controlling as ever. “Yes,” I snap. “He knows.” Jay shrugs his shoulders.

  I sit back in my seat and put my phone away. Like he would even notice if I showed up to work naked? All he does is work! Thank god I have Riley. An actual human I can speak to. Once a week we meet up and chat.

  He’s the only friend I have out here in LA. I no longer speak to Amy. Last I heard, her and Blake were getting divorced after only being married a year.

  Guess I'm lucky in that way – Maxwell and I have been together five years and we’re sort of happy. Well, when I get to see him.

  Jay pulls up outside The Ivy. “Do you want me to wait, Mrs Thomas?” I shake my head, but there's really no point. I know he will wait. Maxwell has probably given him strict instructions, on the account he dislikes me associating with Riley

  I get out the car and make my way into The Ivy. Riley is sitting at a table talking on his phone. I know he's only chosen this place to check to see if any famous people might show up. I think he's waiting for his début on E.

  I sit down at his chosen table, which is directly in the middle of the restaurant. I would have preferred to of sat outside in the garden. Although inside is nice, it feels very homely.

  “Will you be having the usual, Mrs Thomas?” The waiter asks, I nod and he walks off. I cringe at the thought the staff now know me. A few minutes later he returns with my salad and spring water.

  “So,” Riley smiles, finally putting his phone down. “What have you been doing today?”

  I pick up my fork. I feel myself blush at the thought of making love to Maxwell on the meeting room table. Wow... We haven't done anything like that for a while. It felt like the good old days.

  I shrug. “Same as normal.” I place a fork of salad into my mouth. I suddenly realize right then I’m starving.

  “Maxwell still keeping tracks on you?”

  I narrow my eyes. “Of course.... That is just who he is. I really don't mind him protecting me.” I place my fork down and feel my mouth turn downwards. “I just wish we could spend more time together.”

  “What do you mean by time?” Riley says in a seductive manner as he wiggles his
eyebrows. I pick my napkin up and throw it in his direction. He really does have a one tracked mind. When you look as good as he does, I guess that’s pretty much nothing else on the menu.

  I roll my eyes. “Not everything is about sex, Riley.” I can’t help myself from smiling. “That is something I really don't need to worry about.” I looked around and no one is paying us any attention. I lower my voice. “We had sex today on the meeting table.”

  Riley gives a crooked smile and his grey eyes almost pop out of his head. “Lucky for some.” He sits back in his seat. “Why don't you just tell him?”

  “Why didn't I think of that?” I laugh sarcastically. “I really miss my husband. We had such a passionate relationship, full of surprises and games.”

  Riley raises an eyebrow. “Games?” He mocks.

  “Yes games” I insist, I look down at my glass and I’m suddenly filled with sadness. I want us to be a family again, like we were when Bailey was born. “I'm going to be thirty next weekend and I have a funny feeling I’ll be spending it home alone.” There I had finally confessed what had been eating me up all day.

  “Then you need to say that to him” Riley says with concern. I look up at his friendly face, I'm lucky to have him as a friend. “Tell him exactly how you feel.” He put his finger to his lip and taps his mouth. “Maybe suggest a trip?”

  That was it. There was no way Maxwell would choose work over a family holiday. Riley was a genius, I could of kissed him all over.

  I couldn't wait for him to get home. This was exactly what we all needed. Maxwell so much more. I had to get him away from the office and LA, and then maybe I would finally get my Mr Golden Rule back.

  Maxwell walked into our bedroom and slumped down on the edge of the bed. He undid his tie and began to take it off. I kneeled behind him and began to rub his shoulders. I could instantly see he was exhausted and stressed. No difference there then.