The shock of hearing directly from the man about whom she had been thinking for a considerable time and with a lot of her focus and energy had rendered her absolutely silent. It made Rhonda absolutely speechless for a brief moment of time. This was the man who had been the sole attention of her entire emotional conflict for all these months was now calling her up of his own volition and she had absolutely no clue what she was supposed to say. How did this even work?“Hello? Rhonda? Are you there?” asked Oberon from the other side. Impatience ringing in his voice just like always. Waiting or patience was not one of his virtues.“Yeah I am here. What is wrong Oberon?” asked Rhonda in reply because she could not think of anything else to really say. She did not even want to have this conversation with him at the moment, not any conversation but then she could not just hang up on him like that.“There is nothing wrong at all,” Oberon reassured her in a hasty manner.

Libby Gretchen loved shopping. She loved the perfumed, air conditioned mall. She basked in the attention of the sales staff and pawed over different fabrics and textures. She would try on new boots and hats, get a free make-over and then head to the spa for a manicure. The garments she brought home would often never be worn or maybe worn once. She was a shop-a-holic. It was a compulsion to her. She would rather eat porridge for a whole month so she would have more money to shop than eat a proper diet. Of course, now money was no concern for her and as the time had passed she only loved shopping at the best boutiques. But the same could not be said for her only daughter.If it was a choice between shopping and diving into a swimming pool of cold vomit, Rhonda would take the vomit. She'd tie her hair back, get in a bathing suit and dive right in amongst the chunky bits. Every time she went to the mall she'd have to try on fifty different outfits while her mom sighed and suggeste

Oberon smiled at his own ingeniousness. Of course it was a damn brilliant move, but he was a bit miffed at the fact that it was Rhonda who had suggested it and not him, himself. Moreover it was Libby Gretchen’s movie, so starting off with a serious personal relationship with her daughter itself creating a buzz at the premier was a publicity stunt that he himself could not have choreographed so well.If the guy who had been put on his tail to check out the fact that if he was doing everything by the book then the investigator would go and report back that he was already in motion of taking the first step towards marriage and love.Love and marriage.Strange. He had always considered himself a confirmed bachelor and marriage had not been in the cards for him. But suddenly his biological father dies and gives him a task out of nowhere to have a family of his own if he had to find his own family first.It was just six twenty and the lobby of the hotel was abuzz w

It had been almost a year since he had walked away from her in that hotel room where they had crazy wild mind blowing sex. It was as if the sheets would have caught fire if they had been tangled with one single more time. She had been forced to keep it aside and she had locked it up in a hole where no one was going to be able to reach it, not even herself. Was he remembering it now? Asked Rhonda to herself…Was he remembering how mind jarring it had been? Was that why he had not been moving a single inch from where he had been standing to meet her? He was still standing in the reception area looking at her as if she was an alien and he had never seen anything like her ever in his life, not even taking a step towards her in meeting her. Fine!! If he would not come to her then she would go all the way to him, she would take the plunge and cover the distance and force him to acknowledge the fact that he was here with her today and not anyone else. She would make him say it with h

Oberon had tucked her arm into the crook of his elbow as they both went in the elevator so that Oberon could be able to do her bidding.“That tart tongue of yours…Gods Rhonda how I have missed it,” said Oberon with a contented sigh and then she smirked at him.“Too much honey for the busy bee, is it?” slinging insults at him was the only thing that could keep her mind and her heart under control which had gone into major overdrive if she thought about their proximity and this intimacy with a casual vibe that they were sharing. The zing that her skin was enduring was something beyond all the bounds of discretion but she was insanely jealous of all the women whom he considered to be his, but she did not want her tart tongue, as he had called it, the only thing to show that.To her intense relief, he laughed out loud and his green eyes danced with wicked mirth at her. His skin on hers were shooting pleasure along her nerve endings and the spine that she thought to be