by Moore, Jewel
“That’s so amazing!”
“He’s a sweetheart…just like his dad.” His mother smiled fondly. “Forty years ago there weren’t as many mixed marriages as there are now and some people gave us a hard time—his parents in particular. My mother was mixed-race and though I could pass for white with my hair straight, I choose to just wash and towel dry it so that its natural curl shows in celebration of her life. I’ve taught my children to look beyond race to what’s deep inside another person’s heart and if you ever come to a family get-together, you’ll see that they have taken my teaching very seriously.” The woman laughed merrily. “I embrace all my sons- and daughters-in-law and love all my grandchildren to bits.”
“It’s different with Dominic and…”
“You and Dominic?”
“He’s a billionaire! He can get any woman he wants.”
“And that’s what makes you special.” The woman took Chantelle’s hand between hers. “Times have changed, but it still won’t be easy for you. Dominic’s a powerful man and your image would be plastered all over the media. You have to be confident and have total belief in yourself. You have a curvy body and some photographer or reporter may deliberately take a photo from an unflattering angle or stretch an image to make you look twice your size just to sell a story. Never let things like that faze you. Don’t change yourself for anyone! And remember Dominic’s attracted to you just as you are.”
***
Still smiling from the conversation with Dominic’s mother and feeling mellow from her warm hug in parting, Chantelle walked quickly into her office and closed the door behind her.
Meeting the woman had made her feel better. For the first time she considered that Dominic’s interest in her was honorable as he’d always claimed it was.
All that was left now was for Chantelle to examine her interest in him.
Before she gave herself time to think about it, she composed and sent the message she knew would cause an immediate reaction: Please give me a week to make a decision. x.
As predicted Dominic’s response was instant: A week? Hell no! A day and no more!
Please, I need to examine my motives and analyze my feelings. xx
Her feet beat an incessant tattoo against the footrest of her chair as she awaited his reply. He won’t have liked that message, but if she had tried to soften the words he would have once again insisted on giving her little or no time to decide whether or not she wanted to make their relationship public knowledge.
Okay. X
His short answer was worrying.
She must have hurt his feelings. It was the last thing she’d wanted to do, but it was a huge decision…and she had to also consider her siblings.
Her mobile beeped again and she smiled as she read his message: Mum likes you.
I like her, too. She’s very proud of you. Showed me naked photos of you as a baby. J
WHAT!!!
Even at that age you were well hung! xx
Right, operation ‘seek and destroy all baby photos’ starts this evening!
Just kidding! And don’t you dare destroy them before I see them. xx
Perhaps. X
***
Chapter Eleven
“The girls want to stay in Jamaica with my mother,” Chantelle blurted out the week later as soon as Rogers had shown her into the living room, bowed to his employer and left in his customary silent fashion.
“And how do you feel about that?” Dominic asked softly, taking her hand and leading her to the magnificent staircase, which caught the eye as soon as one entered the front door, and up to his bedroom.
It was scary the way he sometimes read her like a book. She should have been nothing but happy at the news. This was her chance to be young and carefree like the average young adult her age. She could let her hair down, party hard and splurge on overpriced designer clothing with her new, generous salary. She should be happy, but instead it felt like there was a death in the family. On their return she had planned to take both girls to the West End to get them new underwear, comfy sleepwear, several formal and informal outfits, and some pretty, well-made shoes. They would have loved it. She could still buy the things and ship them to Jamaica, but she wouldn’t be there to see the delight on their faces as they tried each item. The thought made her unbearably sad.
“I shouldn’t feel like my children are abandoning me…but I can’t help it.” She had cried enough tears the previous evening when Cerise had dropped the bombshell, but saying the words now still made her feel bereft.
“It’s only natural after eleven years of taking care of Cerise and being a mother to Charmine almost since she was born.” Dominic wrapped his arms around her and stroked her hair soothingly. “But do you think your mother’s ready for the responsibility?”
“If my grandparents weren’t there, I wouldn’t let them stay just yet. She’s only been having one drink a day now and reducing the amount of vodka daily—with her training she knows better than to go cold turkey. She sounds and looks like her old self. They go swimming every day and she’s already taught them to swim. When we were younger she was so much fun, it was more like having a big sister than a mother. Cerise wouldn’t have remembered her from those days, so like Charmine she’s seeing Mum like this for the first time. I can’t blame them for wanting to stay with her.”
“Selfishly I’ll be happy to have more of you for myself,” Dominic admitted. “But if your mother starts drinking or the girls miss home and want to come back, we’ll send for them immediately.”
At any other time she would have objected to his assuming he had the right to make decisions on her behalf, but after the emotional night she’d had it was almost a relief to have him take control. Two days into her week’s deliberations she’d decided that if he could offer a few guarantees with regard to her siblings, she was ready for him to reveal their relationship to the public and all that entailed. Her sisters staying in Jamaica would simplify things considerably, but it was a curve ball she hadn’t seen coming.
“They have each other and Cerise will look out for Charmine.” Chantelle smiled as she remembered their last Skype linkup. “Last night Mum was showing them some of her old moves and they were cracking up with laughter. She’s a bit rusty, but she’s still got the moves. You should see her dance!”
“I’ve seen her daughter and that’s enough for me.” He chuckled. “What about Shawn?”
“He’s coming back. I told him we might be moving and he immediately asked if we were moving to your house. I guess I didn’t fool him. I said, ‘Possibly,’ and the little mercenary replied, ‘Cool, once I get a flat screen TV in my room’. I think he actually likes you. I told him about the private school and he’s excited. He’s wanted to go to Oxford since he was about thirteen—I don’t know why. He’s happy to increase the odds of getting in.”
“So that’s settled?”
“For the moment. He could decide that he wants to stay in Jamaica, too. Or the girls could change their minds and want to come back to the UK.”
“They’ve got three weeks to decide,” he reminded her. “Let’s not worry about them for the moment.”
“But, what happens with them affects what happens with us!” she protested.
“Shhh! Let’s focus on us for a minute.” He had exercised uncharacteristic patience since she’d arrived, Chantelle suddenly realized, especially as she’d made him wait the entire week for her decision. He took her hands in his. “I’ve been doing some thinking, too. That night after the lap dance, I’d planned to pay you another 50K, sleep with you and forget you.” He tightened his grip when she tried to pull away in annoyance. “No. Hear me out. But even if you had agreed and had slept with me that night, I wouldn’t have been able to move on. You’re a special kind of woman. The way you held your family together is remarkable. Your sisters are well behaved and happy. A young man growing up without parents to guide him can be a challenge. Shawn is a little cocky, but I can tell how much he respects you. A
fter struggling for years, most women would have jumped at the chance to have me look after them, but your first concern was your brother and sisters. I’m still amazed that you were a virgin. It pleased me to be your first, though I—”
“Dominic,” she interrupted, “I’d never planned on being promiscuous, but you should know that I wasn’t saving myself for marriage or any such thing. It was mostly because I had no free time or money to have a relationship.”
“Most young women would have found that time regardless of their responsibilities. You are one of a kind. Even as a dancer you stood out. Total nudity is sexy, but by concealing yourself with those three tiny triangles you blew every man’s mind in that place! I knew you didn’t belong there and I deliberately gave you the chance to quit, sensing that you would take it. I just didn’t anticipate that you would slip through my fingers.”
“The 50K was meant to be a joke. I never thought anyone would pay that kind of money for a lap dance.” Chantelle freed her right hand and placed it on her heart. “It was the first good thing that had happened since Dad left. Sometimes I’d wondered if God had forgotten us. I know that’s silly—He kept us safe and healthy—but life had felt like one struggle after the other. That money, even though I’d earned it at the club, felt like a blessing.” Chantelle smiled as she thought of the unforgettable night that changed her life. “Of course, you being young and good looking made it easier for me to accept your offer.”
“So, if I’d been old and ugly you would have refused?”
“Maybe not,” she replied honestly. “But I would have felt less guilty afterwards.”
“You shouldn’t have done,” he chided. “I’ve made and lost more than that amount in a single day on the Stock Exchange.”
“Believe me, I wouldn’t have felt at all guilty if I’d known who you were!”
“Fate brought us together twice and it can’t be mere coincidence. I wouldn’t have been at Armstrong’s that night if I didn’t have to close that business deal. When I couldn’t find you after that night, it sent me crazy. I thought you’d left the country. I’m not used to being denied anything, my love.” His fingers gripped hers tightly and for the first time she had an inkling of the torment he had endured. “I want what my parents have. And you’re the woman I want it with, but you have to know what you’re letting yourself in for. There are many aspects of my world you have to experience before we take the next step. Constant media attention is not pleasant. People often crave it, but they soon crack under the strain of having no privacy at all.”
“I’m most worried about that,” she admitted.
“I try to keep a low profile—I don’t own the private jets or the dozens of luxury cars most of my friends do. I never wanted my lifestyle to impact on my parents’ or my brothers’ and sisters’, but they still get harassed sometimes.” He stroked the smooth skin on the tops of her hands with his thumbs in a hypnotic, soothing manner. “When the news gets out that we’re dating, the press will fall over themselves to be the first to dig up any dirt on you. Your parents’ story would make a good headline for a tabloid newspaper.”
“It happened more than ten years ago. How would they?” Chantelle’s voice was more hopeful than convinced. She knew all it took was them finding the right person.
“Your parent’s friends, or their neighbors, or the young man’s parents—you’d be surprised what people say and do for money or the chance to be quoted in the news. Your father and his lover may have struggled financially after uprooting themselves and moving to another part of the country. They may need the money. They would be paid well for an exclusive story. Even if they are now separated, either or both of them could make money from telling their story.”
“I would prefer them not to print the story,” Chantelle admitted. “Shawn and Cerise know what happened, but we’ve never told Charmine, so she thinks that Dad’s her father, too. If the story came out I would explain to her…I think she’d be fine. And,” she continued with a hint of defiance, “my father is not the first gay man to father children nor is my mother the first alcoholic!”
“I have several contacts in the media. If I get wind of the story before it broke, I will do my best to suppress it,” he promised. “But we have to expect the worst case scenario.”
“I know.”
He cleared his throat before continuing, “They may also print stories of my previous relationships.”
“I think most of them are mentioned on your Wiki page. Black, white, Chinese, Indian…they’re like a rainbow coalition! Do you actually have a type?”
“Beauty for me isn’t defined by race. It’s the way my body responds to a woman that matters to me. ” He squeezed her fingers again and she tensed, waiting for his next revelation. “I’ve remained friends with many of them and they can be enthusiastic in their greetings when we meet. You have to take my word that I’m not sleeping with any of them. I won’t shun a woman who once shared my bed.”
“Provided you don’t expect me to stand meekly beside you while some woman tries to suck your face off!”
“They’re much more subtle than that,” he assured her. “I’m eager to take you to my little island and see your reaction. Some of my friends have unusual tastes and desires. I don’t judge anything they do, once it’s legal. A few are bi-sexual, even gay I suspect, but publicly they date women to keep up appearances. I have no interest in other men. I don’t even indulge in anal—”
“Well thank God!” Chantelle said with feeling. “I thought we’d have a huge fight over that!”
“You have a very pretty ass, but you can rest assured I have no interest in fucking it.” He smacked the left cheek of her behind playfully. “Though, you may have to dress in school uniform and be spanked by a sexy headmaster who looks remarkably like me.”
Instead of feeling scandalized as she may have been mere months ago, Chantelle laughed and asked tartly, “Doctor, headmaster—how many professions do you practice?”
“I’ve been pastor, pilot, plumber…Prince Charles, The Rock—”
“Prince Charles?” Chantelle almost fell over in astonishment.
“I’ll have you know some women find me quite sexy.” Dominic’s delivery of the Prince’s aristocratic tones was flawless. Chantelle clutched her stomach and slid to the floor laughing. She almost expired when he continued, “Should one call Rogers to assist you up, my dear?”
“Stop. My stomach hurts,” she protested. “Please don’t make me laugh anymore!”
“You don’t laugh enough.” He pulled her to her feet and slid his finger under the top button of her denim dress and expertly popped it open before moving to the other. “When Rogers showed you in today, I thought you were going to tell me that you wanted to end the relationship.”
“Wait!” She stilled his hands and locked gazes with him. “If I walked away from us, I know I would regret it for the rest of my life, so I’m going to give us a chance and see where life takes us. All I ask that you be honest with me.” Chantelle stepped out of his reach, picked up the remote control from the side of his bed that looked like something out of a Sci-Fi novel and pointed it at a small glass-fronted panel in the wall. He patiently let her fumble her way around the unfamiliar menu until she found what she wanted. “I want you to listen to this song which pretty much sums up my feelings.”
“I know A Woman’s Worth,” he said as the introduction of the song flowed around them, perfectly illustrating the term ‘surround sound’. “I’ve even heard Alicia sing it live.”
“In concert?” Chantelle would give an eye tooth to see the woman perform live.
“In my friend’s lounge.” Dominic smiled. “It was his wife’s thirtieth birthday. She was stressed that she was getting old and worried he would find some eighteen-year-old to replace her. She didn’t want people to know how old she was and didn’t want a big party. He threw her an intimate party with just twenty of us and hired her favorite singer as a special treat.”
“Damn, yo
u guys know how to party right!” She slowly undid the second button on her dress. “I can’t afford Alicia live, but I want you to listen to the words.” They conveyed everything she wanted to say to him and more. She held his gaze as she slowly and provocatively stripped down to her lacy bra and panties.
“I need to hold you.” He got off the bed, now stripped down to skimpy black underwear and placed his hands on her lower abdomen and followed the movement of her hips. Chantelle threw her head back onto his shoulder and gripped his arms for balance as he matched his moves to hers. They continued to sway to the music, his delicious hardness throbbing impatiently against her behind. “I do know your worth, baby, and I promise I’ll never take you for granted.”
He nibbled on her earlobe when the song ended and brought his right hand up to the smooth curve of her stomach. He stilled in surprise as he encountered the new addition to her body. “What’s this?”
She was turning to face him even as he was spinning her around.
“I’ve always liked the look of them, so I thought I’d start with a less sensitive part first,” she explained as he admired her newly-pierced navel.
“It’s so beautiful!” He fingered the stud carefully. “When did you get it done?”
“Five days ago.”
“It’s still tender, then. Remind me if I get carried away and jar it.” He lifted her bodily and marched to the bed. “I need to be inside you right now, baby.”
