‘Yes, I’ll make sure I’m there. I really need to get that check in the bank. It will save the business. That’s great news, and I appreciate you getting personally involved. But I don’t understand why you are calling me now. It’s well outside business hours.’
Mr. Allerton sounds like he doesn’t know what to say. ‘The matter was brought to my attention a few moments ago, and I felt I should deal with it right away. This must have been a big worry for you and I wanted to reassure you that my people are onto it. This matter will be our No.1 priority. Anyway, that’s all. I don’t want to disturb your evening any longer. So thank you for your patience, and good night.’
With that, he hangs up. Dominica stands in her bedroom, staring at the phone – stark naked, cold, and wet – but now very happy. If he meant what he said, then her business wouldn’t go under. That would take care of just about all her problems in one fell swoop. She would have cash in the bank and could pay her staff at the end of the week. But calling her at home, at this time of night? What was all that about? Clients weren’t in the habit of being that concerned about their suppliers’ cash flow problems.
And then it clicks.
She told Max Rockford about this problem, and within an hour, the problem is resolved, personally attended to by the Chief Executive…at this late hour, too. Surely this is no co-incidence. Clearly not. She has no idea how, but somehow Mr. Moneybags has brought his influence to bear on her behalf. What kind of power does the mysterious Max Rockford have to bring company CEOs to heel late in the evening? She is now more intrigued than ever by this mysterious man. That’s twice he has come to her rescue in a matter of hours. And he definitely has clout. After all, Allerton sounded positively worried. When Mr. Rockford says jump, it seems that Mr. Allerton jumps. And Mr. Allerton is the CEO of a billion-dollar company.
What the heck does that mean? Just who is Max Rockford, exactly?
***
The last thing Dominica does before retiring to bed is ring Jo. She is never comfortable when Jo is staying at her father’s house. She wants Jo to spend time with her father – she just wishes that father wasn’t Darren.
Luckily, Jo was only a young child when things went downhill between them. She doesn’t remember the rows, or the other things that Dominica doesn’t even want to think about. That in itself is a huge relief, and Jo is hopeful that they can find some kind of peace in their strange triangle. Ideally one where Jo gets to rebuild a relationship with her father, but where Darren keeps well away from Dominica.
Jo answers the phone on the second ring, knowing full well that her mother will be worried if she doesn’t answer immediately.
‘Hi, Mom, how are you?’ she asks cheerfully.
‘I’m fine. But I’m more concerned about how you are. How are you getting on with your father?’
‘Stop worrying, we’ll be OK. I know what he’s like with his temper, but I can handle him. You should just relax and enjoy having some free time. Was it lonely there tonight, all by yourself?’
All by myself? Not tonight, Josephine. But I’m not going to tell you all about that now. You wouldn’t let me sleep.
‘Yes, it was good,’ she says, instantly feeling guilty. What she should have said is, “actually, it was great – I had a hot guy in the house whom I would happily have humped on the kitchen floor.” But she thought it might be inappropriate to have that conversation with her daughter.
‘Anyway, Jo, if there is any problem there, just call me and I will pick you up straightaway. OK?’
‘OK, Mom, but stop worrying. I can take care of myself. I’m going to watch a movie now. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.’
The phone goes dead and Dominica is left staring into the handset. She is still worried, but Jo is a big girl now. She has to be trusted to make her own decisions.
Dominica watches the TV news, but the constant barrage of violent images and stories gets her down. Too many bad memories. She flicks through the channels looking for something interesting to watch, but nothing takes her fancy. After she has looped through all the channels three times, she decides to call it a night. She makes herself a cocoa to help her sleep and gets ready for bed. It’s strange being all alone in the house. Even the simplest sounds are magnified to terrifying proportions – the creaking of the old house in the wind, the call of the owls outside in the darkness, and the soft click of her digital clock ticking over to midnight.
She lies in the semi-darkness, the bedroom lit only by the glow of the street lamp outside. As usual, she feels small in the big double bed, regretting the lack of a partner to share her hopes and her dreams. She stretches her hand across the empty space where a man should be, wishing that she didn’t have to be alone every night. Inevitably, her thoughts turn to Max Rockford, her gallant knight and protector. What an unusual evening…and what an unusual man. What would it be like to have a man like him sharing her bed?
She falls asleep with a range of mixed emotions tumbling around inside her mind. Most nights she struggles to find rest, but after the excitement of this extraordinary evening, she is tired enough to drift into a natural sleep. Her dreams come easily that night, taking her back to a beautiful summer evening many years ago, when she was just sixteen…
It was near the end of June, and the summer nights were long and glorious. But her father did not approve of her new boyfriend, Darren. He thought he was a ruffian with no prospects. But Dominica believed there was more to Darren than that. She saw him as a diamond in the rough, a loveable rogue who made life exciting and interesting. She couldn’t help but be attracted to the rough boys in the neighborhood, the ones that live life on the edge.
That night, she faked tiredness and retired to her bedroom early. Then when she was sure her parents would believe her to be asleep, she slipped out through the sash window and dropped to the lawn at the back of the house. It was easy to scoot through the bushes and scramble over the picket fence that led to the back lane. Five minutes later, she was on the street corner where she had arranged to meet Darren. She had been looking forward to this moment all day – he said he had something to show her.
He was late, but only by a few minutes. There was an almighty roar, and a souped-up Mustang screeched around the corner, pulling up alongside her. She opened the door and jumped into the passenger seat. Darren revs the engine to impress her.
‘What do you think? A cool car, huh?’
‘Yeah, it’s awesome.’ And it was. She knew Darren had been working on this car for months, saving his wages to buy parts, and spending his weekends welding and fixing, spraying and polishing. When he had bought it, it had been an old wreck, seemingly destined for the scrapyard. But with a lot of hard work and commitment, he had transformed it into the ultimate boy racer. And now it was finally ready to roll.
‘Want to go for a ride,’ he asks.
‘Of course. Why do you think I’m here?’
‘All right, let’s go.’
Darren released the clutch and the car kangarooed forward. He made a handbrake turn on the corner and accelerated out of town. The engine roared like an angry lion, and Darren was laughing like a madman. Dominica couldn’t help but laugh with him. This was fun, with a capital ‘F’.
They rode out of town, into the country. Darren terrorized the gentle farming neighborhood, scaring the cattle and scattering the birds who were stealing the ripening crops. Only a scarecrow stood unmoved, watching them hurtle past at a pace that completely disregarded the speed limit. Dominica was both scared and excited, feeling an adrenaline rush pumping through her body.
‘Slow down,’ she said, only half seriously. ‘You’ll get us both killed.’
‘Yeah, but what a way to go…’
For over an hour, they drove through the hills and farmland, putting the Mustang through its paces. Eventually, Darren pulled to a halt at the top of a hill, in a clearing surrounded on three sides by woodland. They had the whole area to themselves. There was no other life to be seen, except for the odd
cow and a few crows.
‘It’s a great view from here,’ he said. ‘You can see right across the valley. You can see your house, right down there ahead of us. Come on, I’ll show you.’
He grabbed a blanket from the back seat and spread it out on the ground a few yards from the car. Dominica lay beside him on the blanket, and they both admired the view of the valley and hills beyond. The small town where she had grown up seemed so tiny, like a Lego version of the real thing. Her house, the home where she had spent her entire life, was barely a dot on the landscape. But the view was wonderful. Yes, it was something special. In fact, this was the most beautiful and romantic moment Dominica had experienced in her young life.
Darren turned and kissed her. It felt good. She kissed him back, hungry for more. The adrenaline was still pumping through her body, but now her other hormones were kicking in, too, giving her a delightful buzz. She had kissed boys, certainly, but never so passionately. Never with so much desire…so much need. But it felt right to be here, in this beautiful place with a man that made her feel excitement. And he was eager too, his hand groping to feel her breasts, to explore her young female body. She didn’t mind…she didn’t mind at all. Maybe now she would discover why people made such a fuss about sex…
For a brief moment, Dominica wondered if her parents had discovered her unauthorized absence from the home. Her father would go crazy when he realized she had absconded with Darren. If he knew what they were up to right now, he would go nuts. Much as he loved her, and much as he was a loving man, he was capable of great wrath when deliberately disobeyed. She would be banned from seeing Darren ever again. So this moment, this evening together might be all they ever had. She had to make the most of every second.
Night was falling now, the yellow-orange of the setting sun giving way to the shades of dusk. It felt right to be here, to be making out – to be making love. She knew that Darren desired her, that he wanted to be her lover. And with her seventeenth birthday not far away, it felt right to offer him her innocence. He would be the one who transformed her in a single, loving act from a girl into a fully-fledged woman.
She wanted it…she knew that was exactly what she wanted.
Darren had more sexual experience than her, but probably not as much as he would like people to think. Certainly not as much as he boasted of in front of his mates. He was clumsy and desperate, trembling as his fingers undid her blouse and touched the milky-white softness of her breasts. He tried to undo her bra strap, but he was only able to fumble behind her back, more with hope than expectation. Dominica put him out of his misery, sitting up and reaching behind to unclasp her bra in one easy motion. Her breasts spilled forward, and Darren fell on them hungrily. He buried his face in her cleavage, and rolled his face so that he could suck her nipples.
Despite his clumsiness, Dominica was turned on and excited. It felt good to be desired like this, to have a man desperate to be with her, to be inside her, to be united with her in the ultimate act of love. Now he wanted to explore more of her flesh. His hands slid under her dress and along her thighs and up to her hips. He tugged at her panties and pulled them down. Dominica raised her bum off the ground to help him, and he slid them down her legs, over her knees, then pulled them free.
This was further than she had ever gone with a boy before – so much further. But she was enjoying every moment. She could feel the endorphins flooding her brain, a feeling of euphoria enveloping her. Dominica was greedy for more. She couldn’t help but let her legs slip apart, giving Darren easy access to her most private and innermost regions. His fingers groped for her vulva, exploring and stimulating in equal measure. He found the entrance to her vagina and slipped a finger inside. Dominica was already wet, and it felt good to have a male exploring the places where only her own fingers had gone before.
But he was not the only one who wanted to explore. She was eager to feel his manhood, to discover the reality of the organs that her girlfriends had whispered and giggled about so often, but which they knew so little of in reality. It was her turn to fumble now, trying to undo his belt with one hand. She could feel the bulge of his eager penis inside his pants, but she couldn’t get it free.
Darren paused to undo his belt and unzip his jeans. He kicked his shoes off, then his jeans, underpants and socks. Finally he pulled his shirt over his head and stood naked before her. Dominica had never seen a naked man before, and the sight made her giddy with excitement.
His penis was standing erect and proud, and Dominica couldn’t help but grab it with both hands. She explored it, loving the strange combination of softness and hardness. She tried to imagine what it would feel like to have this inside her, making love to her. The very thought brought a tingle to her bones. This was fun, but Darren had other ideas about what she should be doing.
‘Your mouth,’ he said. ‘I want you to put it in your mouth.’
She did as she was told, feeling naughty yet liberated. This was how a young woman pleasured her man. She took his dick hungrily in her mouth, sucking and licking until he was harder still. She slid the shaft as far into her mouth as it would go, until she was ready to gag. Then she pulled out again, flicking her tongue over the engorged glans. Darren stood holding her head, stroking her hair and her face, moaning encouragement.
But not for long. Soon he was ready to ramp things up another notch. He pushed her down on the blanket and helped her out of her dress and the rest of her clothes. They were both naked now, as bare as Adam and Eve before the Fall, and both hot with desire. Dominica lay on her back on the blanket and spread her legs wide. Darren was on top of her, kissing her quickly on each breast, and then on the lips. She felt him fumbling, trying to find the right place to enter her, but hesitating uncertainly. Reaching down, she helped him out, guiding his bulging cock into her wet and ready vagina.
He slid all the way in, and they both exhaled with the joy of the moment. Dominica felt a little pain, but less than she had anticipated. And then he was deep inside her. The pleasure was different to what she had expected. More basic, more primal, more instinctive. She understood that this was what made a woman complete, the total union with a man – the most natural act in the world.
‘Fuck me,’ she said. ‘I want you.’
Darren thrust inside her, inexpertly but enthusiastically. With a little practice, he began to get his stride, and the waves of pleasure started to trickle through her. This was it. This was fucking, with a capital ‘F’.
She adjusted her legs, seeking the position that gave her maximum pleasure. Darren was panting now, the sweat running down his forehead. He pushed into her again and again. She saw the look of joy on his face, the pure enjoyment of this most basic of acts. He thrust again, seeking to explore more of her most intimate regions. And then suddenly it was all over. She felt Darren’s body tense as he ejaculated, and she felt the warmth of his semen reaching deep inside her.
The spent couple lay back on the blanket, both panting, both exhausted, both fulfilled. Darren rolled off her and spooned next to her. There was no need to speak. They lay quietly, watching the last rays of sunshine disappear over the horizon.
Dominica stroked Darren’s hair, feeling satiated and happy– unaware that the act of reproduction was complete – that her future daughter was already growing and developing within her.
2: A Date with Destiny
By the time she gets to the office in the morning, Dominica is beginning to wonder if the phone call was a dream. It doesn’t make any sense. Big-shot CEOs calling lowly independent suppliers in the middle of the night to promise immediate payment. When does that ever happen? Only in your dreams, right?
When 9.00am comes and goes with no sign of a motorcycle courier, she can’t help but be disappointed. She resigns herself to living in the real world, where she has a giant hole in her cash flow and a business that is about to go under. She has been putting off giving her staff the bad news, but she will have to break it to them soon. It was foolish to believe that a solutio
n would come out of the blue at the last moment.
Damn.
It all seems to unfair after all the hard work she has put in to build the firm up from a one-woman dog and pony show into a real, successful business. Now it is all going to be taken away from her. 9.10 comes and goes, still no motorcycle courier.
Life sucks.
Dominica drains the last of her Starbucks cholesterolocino and decides she will have to get on with winding up the business. But she has barely put her empty cup on her desk when her assistant, Leila, pokes her head round the office door.
‘Got a motorbike courier here…he says he needs a signature, and it has to be yours personally. I’m not good enough for this package, it seems.’
Maybe it wasn’t a dream after all. Dominica sits up. She has never been so pleased about a visitor. ‘Send him in…I’ll be happy to sign it for him.’
The courier steps into the room, his heavy boots stomping on the wooden floor, and his cheap leathers squeaking as he hands over an envelope marked ‘URGENT.’
‘Got stuck in traffic,’ he says through his helmet visor. ‘I was supposed to be here at nine sharp, but the traffic was backed up all the way to the expressway. Sorry about that.’
‘No problem at all,’ Dominica says. ‘I’m very happy to see you – I think you are about to make my day.’
She takes the packet and signs electronically on his pad. As he squeaks his way back to the outer office, she rips the top off the envelope and pulls out the contents. There is a compliments slip from Allerton & Wesley, with a scribble that says:
‘Apologies once again for the delay. J Allerton.’
But that is not what gets her attention. What sets her jumping round the office for joy is the check for $40,102.44 cents – payment in full for services provided.
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