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Once Sam realises he won't be seeing the Queen at Buckingham Palace, he gets bored with the hopping on and off buses, so I take him to Hamleys, and then the Toy Department in Harrod’s, where I buy him a few things. I keep in mind that his Dad has to travel back with whatever I buy, so I keep it to small items like Minecraft figures— strange things that look like zombified trees. Sam offers to show me the game, but I decline.
It's a packed day and I am seriously flagging by the time the evening comes, and I still need to get ready for the premiere. Sam however, seems to be built on springs; jumping on my sofa and sliding across the floor like a stunt man. Mike's work is keeping him late this evening, so there's just myself and Sam attending the premiere.
I dress in a vintage Roland Mouret Galaxy Dress in Emerald green. I bought Sam some Burberry dark wash jeans and an Armani Junior tee to wear, while we were out shopping. He's checking himself out every time he passes his own reflection. The PR for the film send a taxi for us, so we are in Leicester Square in plenty of time. The press are outside the venue and also in the foyer of the cinema. We are asked to stop and have our photographs taken. I promise Sam that I'll send him any press cuttings if he appears in a newspaper or magazine.
We both really enjoy the film and then they put on a buffet for us afterwards. I'm heading over to the buffet table when a tall, extremely pretty woman with long black hair, collides with my left hip.
'Ow.'
'Oh I am so sorry. Are you okay?'
I rub my side. 'I will be.'
'You're Ronnie Huntington-Jones aren't you? Oh my God.' She places a hand over her mouth and I notice long pink nails and lots of bling rings. 'My apologies again. It's so nice to meet you.'
Her manicured hand is extended. 'Ophelia Whatmore.'
I shake her hand. 'Nice to meet you.'
Ophelia points to Sam. 'He's a good looking little boy. His Dad must be gorgeous.'
I think of Arnold Gregory, the devil himself. Luckily Sam never met him.
'His father's dead. His stepfather's lovely though.'
'Well, I've read all about you, so I know he isn't yours. I've brought my nephew. He's sticking his dirty fingers in the buffet, I wouldn’t go near it if I were you. Most of the time they're up his nose. He's a little shit, but I wanted to come tonight, so I had to bring him. With any luck he'll choke on a sausage roll.'
'That's rough. Sam's an absolute pleasure.' I say as I watch him run across a piece of carpeted hall and do a forward roll. 'Well, most of the time.'
'Here.' Ophelia hands me a card. 'Ring me sometime, if you want to hang out at an event. We'd have fun.'
'Sure. I will.' I say, thinking of Sam and his insistence that I make new friends. I'm vaguely aware of Ophelia from the tabloids. They call her Ophelia Wantmore, because she'll do anything to get more famous. I don't believe half of what I read in the tabloids so I decide to give her the benefit of the doubt. There's nothing to be gained by hanging around with me anyway. I'm hardly an A-lister.
I go and collect Sam and take him for a burger. There's no way I'm touching the buffet after what Ophelia told me. I vow to never attend a PR function that allows children again. It’s Canapes and champagne from now on.
Sam is full of it all when we get back and chats at warp speed to Mike about his day. When he goes to his room and sees their packed cases, I hear him start to complain. When he leaves the room to brush his teeth, I tell him that I'll Skype him regularly. I remind him that I'll see him at the wedding in December, if not before.
They're setting off for home at around three pm tomorrow. Sam phoned Col when we got back from the premiere and is spending the morning with him again, while I attend my gardening tutorial. Sam started whingeing at Col that he hadn't seen us together. I took the phone from Sam, and after a frosty exchange of sentences between us, Col and I agreed to spend some time together with him, maybe going to the park.
I open a bottle of wine and myself and Mike chat for a good hour. Neither of us wants to launch into the current difficulties in our lives. I must ask Sam tomorrow what he'd think about his Dad dating. I realise I'm going to miss Sam like crazy. He's only been here a couple of days and I've loved having him around. Having an intelligent, attractive bloke like Mike around has been nice too. It confirms to me that I want that in my life. I want a husband and kids.
Now I just need a bloke and his weapon of mass population.
Thursday 6 March 2014
After my class I go to meet Sam at the coffee shop. It's lunchtime. The smell of the food hits me and my stomach rumbles.
'Ronnie. We're in the paper.' Sam comes hurtling towards me with one of the tabloids. Sure enough, there's a spread of celebrity parents. I'm surprised to see myself and Sam actually made the cut, with him not being my actual child. However, there we are, beaming at the camera.
'That's the only one I'm in, but there are lots of pictures of you standing with that witch lady.'
'Witch lady?'
'Long dark hair, and she had a funny laugh apparently. I already asked him.' Col comes over to me, newspapers in hand. 'Take a seat, I'll fix you a coffee and panini.'
'Thanks.'
Sam starts opening the papers for me. I stare at the pictures. I'd forgotten that while I was chatting to Ophelia, we'd been papped. I look like a doll, standing alongside her tall frame.
The rest of the papers display similar shots.
Col places my lunch on the table.
'Thanks.'
He points at the paper. 'You want to watch her. She's a leech.'
I look up at him. 'Someone else I need to watch out for. If it was up to you, I'd hang around with no-one at all. Why don't you just convert one of your storerooms into a prison and keep me there?'
'Because you'd enjoy it.' His hand is on the back of a chair. I watch his fingers clench around it.
The hint at our lava hot sex life changes the whole dynamic between us. I need to be in that storeroom right now.
'Sam?'
'Yeah?'
'Ah.'
'Rachel?' Col shouts his assistant. 'Can you keep an eye on Sam for ten minutes?'
'Course.'
'Where are you going?'
'To sort you a little surprise before you leave.' I lie. I'll have to think of something, but right now my pussy is driving this conversation.
'Yours,' Col whispers in my ear and we hurry up to the thirteenth floor.
Col removes the black silk ties from my drawer and hooks them over the bed posts.
He stands next to me, so close I can feel his hardness between us, his heavy breathing in my ear.
He lifts my arms and pulls my shirt over my head. He places his hands at my back, unzips my skirt and I feel the air breeze around my thighs as the material slips down my legs. I kick it away.
His lips nuzzle my neck, teeth grazing as he occasionally nips. He unhooks my bra, slips it off my shoulders. It joins the rest of my clothes.
His fingers graze the side of my pants. He pulls them down, moving onto his knees. He lifts my feet in turn to remove my pants. He stands between my thighs. My breath hitches. I'm so wet and ready.
The anger we still have for each other drives our fucking. He stands back up, fists his hand into my hair and kisses me brutally. His lips crush mine. His tongue forces entry. I raise my arms to put them around his neck but he catches them and steers me towards the bed.
'Kneel. Facing the wall.'
I place my knees between the juncture of the two pillowcases. Col ties each hand to a silken bond. He then leaves the bed to go back to the drawer. Now facing the bed I have no idea what he's collecting.
He comes back and moves behind me. I feel his skin against mine. Now naked and hard, his length rests between my legs. I move against him. He withdraws. Replaced with fingers; he rubs, tickles and inserts. I buck against his fingers, the restraints stopping me from being able to
get close enough to gain satisfaction.
'Col, please,' I beg.
I feel a sticker applied to my clitoris. Another is attached to my left nipple, then my right. I wait.
Col turns on the Electrosex Tens Machine. It hums low against all my sensitive places. I shiver with delight and anticipation.
'Do you want more Ronnie?'
'I might.'
'Do you want me to turn the machine off or are you going to behave?'
'Turn it up.'
'Say, please.'
'Please.'
He turns up the dial. The pulsing sensation intensifies. 'Oh, oh, oh, oh…'
Col takes it to the max and holding me by the waist he plunges into me from behind. As he thrusts, the bonds on my arms pull. My nipples throb with the sensations. My knees are forced forwards. My body presses against my headboard. My knees hit the board with every thrust. Nipples. Knees. Pulse. Thrust. I try and hold my orgasm off to annoy Col, but it's of no use. I explode with a scream, my pussy clenching tightly around Col's cock. He pulls off the electrodes, throws the machine behind me and carries on pumping until he comes and I climax a second time. Now I can't get enough of his cock inside me. My clit and walls are so sensitive. We recover our breathing, his arms still around me, stroking my sensitive nipples.
He withdraws and unties me, then lays on his back on the bed. I climb off and go to the bathroom to clean myself.
When I get back I quickly pick up my discarded clothing and re-dress.
Col looks at me but says nothing.
'Come on,' I point to his clothes. 'I need to get back to Sam. We shouldn't have done that.'
His mouth forms a slit in his face. However he quickly gets clean and dressed and we head back down to the shop.
I stop as we approach the lift. 'I told him we were planning a surprise. I need to think of something.'
'Well thankfully I have an idea,' says Col coolly.
He grabs some keys from the coffee shop wall and saying thank you to Rachel, shouts Sam over. 'Come on Sam, surprise time.'
I follow Col, wondering what he's up to. He takes us in the lift and up to the penthouse.
Sam is transfixed by the view from the apartment. 'Wow. It's so high. What's my surprise? Are you and Ronnie going to live here? Can I stay?'
'’Fraid not,' says Col. 'You know how when you're at home I bet you aren't allowed to run around and jump on the furniture ...'
'Yeah?'
'Well, there's a mass of laminate floor here, several sofas and no other furniture.' says Col. 'So go for it. Go and run around as much as you like.'
'Really? I won't get told off?'
'Go—be wild.'
With that we are told to watch as Sam performs a series of stunt like escapades.
Afterwards Col returns to the coffee shop and Sam and I return to my apartment. I walk into my bedroom. It smells of sex. I open the window on the safety lock to let in fresh air. I meet Sam back on the sofa. He's a sweaty mess from the running around.
'Shower for you mate,' I tell him.
'I don't want one,' he complains.
I walk into the kitchen and bring out a huge box. I take the lid off and show him all the sweets and chocolates inside.
'They are only for clean boys.'
He grumbles but heads to the shower. It's the fastest shower in history. Within ten minutes he's dressed and back. We get comfy on the sofa and start to dig into the sweets and chocolate.
'Sam, can I ask you something?'
'Hmmmm.' He shovels a whole packet of swizzels in his mouth at once. I hope he's not sick on the plane. Maybe I should have thought this idea through more.
'Do you think your Dad is lonely?'
'He is.' Sam offers me a Black Jack, obviously not a lover of liquorice. 'He really, really misses my mum.'
'Perhaps he needs to make friends too?'
Sam looks at the floor. 'Maybe.'
'It'd be hard, but perhaps your dad could start going out, perhaps once a week?'
Sam thinks on it for a while. I wonder if I've gone too far, but then he starts to speak.
'As long as he doesn't bring anyone horrible home. What if he tried to get me a new mom and I didn't like them?'
'I don't think your Dad wants to gets you a new mom, honey. I think he'd like some friendship though.'
'Some sex you mean.' says Sam, followed by 'eugh.'
I laugh. 'Maybe.'
'As long as I don't have to see any kissing. Kissing is gross.'
'How about he starts going out once a week and you stay at Aunt Maddie's or Gabe's? If it did get a bit more serious he could promise to let you meet them, and see what you think?'
'I wouldn't mind if they were like Nina. She was nice.'
I stroke his forehead. 'I know it's difficult for you Sam.'
He shakes his head, 'I miss my Mom every day.'
Then he dives back into the sweet box and changes the subject to Ninja Turtles.
Mike returns with a huge bouquet of flowers which he says are from Sam and himself. Before I know it I'm downstairs saying goodbye as their taxi arrives to take them to the airport. Sam hugs me. He's trying to fight it, but there are tears in his eyes. I ruffle his hair.
'It's been fun, mate,' I tell him.
'I had the best time, Ronnie. I'm glad you have some friends now.'
'Yep, but you're still one of my best ones.'
Mike looks awkward, but I envelope him in a hug. 'Take care.' I tell him. Then I whisper, 'Sam's okay with it.'
Mike squeezes the top of my arm. 'Thank you.'
They get in the taxi and I watch as it turns the corner from the building.
Not wanting to be alone, and in order to avoid the inevitable forthcoming conversation needed with Col, I phone Nina. We arrange to go to the cinema. Something that turns into a weekly meet up for the rest of the month.
Col and I spend March in a series of booty calls as we both avoid relationship conversations. It suits me just fine. I have new friends and one with benefits.
CHAPTER 5
April 2014
Men
Tuesday 8 April 2014
Col sleeps beneath my sheets. I stand in the doorway, gazing at him. The covers have been thrown back. His broad shoulders are on display with his right arm hanging off the bed. He's snoring, but in a cute way, with a rhythmic tiny snort. Lifting the duvet, I slide in at the other side of him. His face is turned towards me, his left arm bent and above his head. I can see the thin, pink, fading sliver of scarring from where the kidnapper knifed him. I trail over it with my fingers. Col begins to wake.
'Stop staring at me,' he mumbles.
'Can't help it. You need to get up, your business needs you.'
He pulls me back into his arms, warmth encloses me.
'You've gone cold.' He nuzzles my neck. 'Rachel's opening up. She's applying to manage the new branch so I'm leaving her in charge.'
This means Col doesn't have to leave straightaway, which leaves us in unchartered territory. We're left in bed together, snuggled. I don't even know where we are now, in terms of our relationship.
'Col?'
'Hmmmm?'
'Are we alright now?'
'Course.'
'Have you decided to be an adult about Harry then?'
I feel Col stiffen, and not in the way I'd like.
He raises his head on his hand, arm leaning on the pillow. 'Let's just say that so far he's given me no cause for concern.'
'That so?'
'Yes. But let me tell you now, that if he makes one wrong move, I will castrate him with my bare hands.'
'Ooh, a bit of man on man action.' I wink.
He grabs my hand and puts it on his cock. 'The only person getting man action around here is you,' he says, and pushes me back onto the bed where he shows me exactly what sex he's interested in.
We get up and showered after lunch time. Col fixes up a couple of omelettes as cooking is not my forte and we take a seat at the dining table. Col pus
hes the box on the table to one side.
'What's all that?'
'My paperwork. Bills and stuff.'
'I hate filing. Luckily I have a secretary.'
'It's not filing. It needs, erm, opening and sorting.'
He stands and opens the box. His eyes widen. 'Ronnie. What if there's something urgent in there?'
I roll my eyes upwards. 'My Dad would deal with it. However,' I put my hand up to stop a further lecture. 'My father has agreed to go through it all with me after I've moved into my new home. I'm going to become a responsible homeowner.'
'Take me to see it.'
'What?'
'Take me to see your new house.'
'Seriously? You want to come?'
'Let's go today. If you can.'
'It's vacant now, so I don't see why not. I'll ring the Estate Agents.'
'Great.' Col puts down his knife and fork.
'Col?'
'Yeah?'
'What's your secretary look like?'
Col starts laughing, grabs hold of my backside and brings me down onto his lap. 'Jealous?'
'Depends what she looks like.'
'Well you'll just have to come and visit my office then, won't you? Even I have to go there sometimes.'
I run my fingers down the side of his cheek. 'Why do you do it, if you don't enjoy it?'
'Family responsibilities. I'm expected to take the reins when my father retires. Years ago, I was one of the youngest, most successful CEO's in London. By the time I hit my early twenties I'd burned out. Now I do as little as I can get away with.'
I tilt my head. 'Why don't you give it up?'
'Same reason you keep trying to do things to impress your parents. I hate feeling a disappointment to them.' He tips me off his lap and smacks my backside. 'Now go and ring the Estate Agents, cos your wriggling is giving me a hard on.'
'Ah, they'll be having their lunch around now,' I say. 'I need to finish mine.' I drop to my knees.
On route to my new house in Col's car, I think of my focus for the month of April. I decide he's at the side of me. It's my intention to find out everything about Thomas Colin Fernsby jnr and hope that when I do, he's still the person I fell in love with. I also need to let Harry know exactly where he stands. He hasn't made a definite move on me, but his innuendo never ceases. We've grown closer, as friends, while I've been doing his garden, but I need to make it clear that’s all we'll ever be. Harry is a beautiful man, but any attraction I had towards him died the minute I almost did myself, and couldn't discover whether or not he'd been a part of it.
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