Two weeks have passed and I haven't read it, yet. I got a call from my secretary asking me whether I knew. She said she couldn't put the book down.
For fuck's sake.
Is the child mine? I ask myself. That was a revelation I did not anticipate. Who else's could it be? Well, anyone's…
I guess I shall have to read that clandestine piece of tripe. Damn harlot.
I am laid on my bed in the Canary Wharf pad I let at a ridiculous cost and wonder, why I am living this life? Why? The black waters of the Thames below seem inviting.
A part of me worked tirelessly and relentlessly off the impetus all those years to show my father that I could make something of myself without his intervention. Now he is dead, I wonder, What am I really doing with this life? Charlotte made everything seem better and since she has been gone, it all seems so pointless and repetitive.
I have decided it is time to get my own back. So, here I am, with a recorder in hand. I will tell you my tale as I seek to chase down That Woman. I will not stop now until I get the truth from her. I will give this tape to whoever wants it afterward. I will do as she did and seek to drive her insane with those words of love she so blatantly disrespected by selling our story.
I have just slipped my cock out of my boxers to look at it. It disgusts me. The morning glory has been absent for some time, with my mind and my heart broken by that temptress. It's fat and flaccid and useless without her. I lay back and close my eyes. I try to picture a scene. A time when it was hot. Ha, that was most of the time, if not all. It was always hot with her. She had these round, azure-blue eyes that could knock the stuffing out of even the gruffest, vilest dickheads out there.
Me: a sucker.
I fell for her the moment I met her. She had the most luxurious breasts. I had to fall for one who was highly-sexed and more experienced than I though, didn't I? A woman with less complications might have been better… You can't tell I'm well and truly pissed off, can you?
Anyway, I remember… there was one time. She wore a small pair of denim shorts and this little white vest top with a sexy lace bra underneath. She had this thing for taking bike rides. So, one day I hired one for myself and we cycled out of Nottingham and up into the countryside toward Sherwood Forest. For a smallish woman, she was strong and while I was panting with exhaustion, she raced on unfazed.
We reached a picnic stop and locked up the bikes. We followed a walking trail, seeking somewhere to have a picnic in peace. It did not seem like there were many people around. It was a sunny day but it was midweek. She took off her sandals and was talking about how wonderful it felt to have the grass between her toes. She stretched her arms above her head, walking on ahead of me while I carried the picnic bag. I watched her glowing arms and legs catching the rays, and the swell of her bottom in those shorts, and I had to have her. The lust was pulsing around my veins already.
God she was cute in white, too. She was muttering to herself about the birds and the trees and the smells of the forest and all I could do was soak up the sight of her body as she sashayed through the tall grass of the woodland we were travailing. Something caught in my throat when she turned to look at me with that I'm-so-innocent-and-cute stare, and I dropped the bag on the ground. I walked up to her, picked her up, and raced on ahead with her in my arms to force her against a tree. I needed to put my mark on her. She had always been a responsive lover, right from the start, and this is what I loved most about her. She wanted it as much as I and we were mad for one another. I literally thought my days of romancing were over. I thought sex was a chore until I met her. She made it fun and exciting, and then, we had fallen in love. That made it even better. Seeing her love for me in those young, vibrant eyes was both perplexing and delicious.
As I lay here now, the thought of her against that tree has made my cock spring up a little. So… yeah, where was I? She tried to brush off my affection. She told me it was not that long since we had last made love but I said the scene and her body in those clothes made me mad. She tried to push me away, claiming I was too sweaty for her liking. I insisted she would like it. Before long, we were grasping and clawing at one another. I sought to make her beg with deep, intense kisses I knew she loved. When her hands made their way into my hair, that was the signal that she was readying herself.
I am looking at my cock now and it is flaming purple at the head at the thought of her arse in those shorts and the large breasts heaving under my command. Boy, they were immense. They were smooth and bouncy and she had the most fantastic red nipples that jutted out like bullets when we were in coitus.
She whispered in my ear as I kissed her throat, “I just need you inside me, Noah.”
I needed no telling. We lay on the ground and we undid one another's shorts. Hidden amongst tall trees and thick grass, we were protected from view somewhat, but I knew she would have secretly been pleased to have someone find us like that. She was the ultimate exhibitionist. She had told me about her affairs at The Lodge and I had listened intently, always aroused by her method of storytelling but nevertheless secretly disgusted that the woman I loved had been seen enjoying herself by so many men. And worse, even, men who did care about her like I did. That infuriated me.
She held my thick cock and stuffed it between her legs. I had to find all of her at once. I was aching with the need, so was she.
“I love you, Noah,” she told me repeatedly, and I always believed her.
Table of Contents
Acknowledgements
Part the First
Prologue
Chapter I: June 2013
Chapter I: June 2013
Chambermaid’s Rule No.1: The Ruse
Chambermaid’s Rule No.1: The Ruse
Chapter II: February 2007
Chapter II: February 2007
Chapter III: Heath's Release
Chapter III: Heath's Release
Chapter IV: A New Beginning
Chapter IV: A New Beginning
Chapter V: A Harsh Truth
Chapter V: A Harsh Truth
Chapter VI: Carrying On
Chapter VI: Carrying On
Chapter VII: Taking Stock
Chapter VII: Taking Stock
Part the Second
Chapter VIII: A Taste for Promiscuity
Chapter VIII: A Taste for Promiscuity
Chapter IX: A Change of Tack
Chapter IX: A Change of Tack
Chapter X: Summer 2009
Chapter X: Summer 2009
Chapter XI: My Awakening
Chapter XI: My Awakening
Chapter XII: The Lodge
Chapter XII: The Lodge
Chambermaid's Rule No.2: Playing the Part
Chapter XIII: Becoming the Part
Chapter XIII: Becoming the Part
Chapter XIV: February 2011
Chapter XIV: February 2011
Chapter XV: An Unexpected Twist
Chapter XV: An Unexpected Twist
Chapter XVI: Confessions
Chapter XVI: Confessions
Chapter XVII: The Morning After
Chapter XVII: The Morning After
Chambermaid's Rule No.3: Anticipation Is Paramount
Chambermaid's Rule No.3: Anticipation Is Paramount
Chapter XVIII: Reunited
Chapter XVIII: Reunited
Chapter XIX: Familiar Temptations
Chapter XIX: Familiar Temptations
Chapter XX: Muddied Waters
Chapter XX: Muddied Waters
Chapter XXI: True Love Travels
Chambermaid's Rule No.4: Pain Doesn't Always Hurt, Other Things Do
Chambermaid's Rule No.4: Pain Doesn't Always Hurt, Other Things Do
Chapter XXII: October 2011
Chapter XXII: October 2011
Chapter XXIII: Christmas Wishes
Chapter XXIII: Christmas Wishes
Chambermaid's Rule No.5: There's More To It Than Pokery
Chambermaid's Rule No.5: There's More To It Than Pokery
Chapter XXIV: Undoing Me
Chapter XXIV: Undoing Me
Chapter XXV: My One True Lover
Chapter XXV: My One True Lover
Chapter XXVI: An Explanation
Chapter XXVI: An Explanation
Part the Third
Chapter XXVII: Heath's Disbelief
Chapter XXVII: Heath's Disbelief
Chapter XXVIII: March 2013
Chapter XXVIII: March 2013
Chapter XXIX: A Ghost from the Past
Chapter XXIX: A Ghost from the Past
Chapter XXX: Heath's Last Word
Chapter XXX: Heath's Last Word
Epilogue
About the Author