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CHAPTER ONE....


The time showed 10 pm and the sun went to its home
five hours ago but Alessandro Romano was inside his
office cabin preparing for his major deal with D'Costa's.
He was a workaholic and everyone in the country knew
that. He was a man with perfection and a cunning
attitude. He showed no mercy to anyone. He was
functioned this way.
Since his childhood, he met selfish people with greedy
minds and dark soul. He learned what he saw and served
to him. His father Nicolas Romano was not lesser than
that. He fought for power which leads him to a tragic
death.
From this Alessandro learned,' if you are not powerful
enough, others will destroy you and push you to a dead
end.'
Since then Alessandro never turned back. He craved
success and more success. Even his step-mother who
was once bitter toward him turned to a caring mother and
that was the power of money and he could not deny it.
He wanted all, he wanted everyone below him, begging
for his mercy but he would not give any.
Finalizing his presentation he closed his laptop and
glanced at his wristwatch. It was 12 in the mid-night. He
might get some rest until tomorrow morning.
It was a big day for Alessandro tomorrow. He was about
to grab the deal with one of the most sought-out
construction company in Italy. With that he would climb
the ladder of domination one more step. He was all set
and prepared to rule the business world and no one could
pull him back.
"Tomorrow is the day." He muttered and stood up to lie
down on the sofa inside his office cabin.
*******
When the alarm rang, the clock showed 4 am in the
morning. Alessandro picked himself up from the sofa and
started doing his daily business.
Within fifteen minutes he was out from the bathroom and
on his chair reviewing his deal. He was sure he would get
what he wanted.
*******
As the clock struck 9 in the morning he was inside the big
meeting hall facing his major rival Roberto Russo. He was
in the line parallel to Alessandro and this deal was the
decider who heads ahead in this game of power.
He was measuring each and every move of Roberto and
not feeling good about the smirk he had since he arrived
in the room.
As Roberto rose up from his seat, he was moving with
confidence. "Good morning gentlemen, today I am certain
the deal will be in the favor of Russo company with the
plans and strategies we are about to offer to De'Costa's.
So we have the major offerings on profit that will be 6:4
between De'Costa and Russo. We are offering the
minimum expenses of three billion with an outcome of
fifteen hundred billion a year...."
As the presentation and deals continued Alessandro had
his jaw tight and fist clenched. Every word Roberto spoke
was Alessandro's idea and contract to be negotiated.
Now Alessandro had nothing to back his plan.
Where did he go wrong?
Disloyal people? Weak software? Leakage in plan? What
was the factor that bite him back?
He stood up from his chair bitterly and went towards
Roberto. As he marched toward him, everyone could feel
his anger.
"You bastard." Alessandro roared and held Roberto's
collar. With one punch Roberto was down on the floor
with a swollen face.
"How dare you cheat me? Whom did you bribe to steal
this from me?" He shouted again, connecting his fist with
Roberto's face.
Nobody dared to interfere the one-sided fight and stood
speechless as Alessandro repeatedly punched Roberto.
Soon the security entered the meeting room with
policemen to control the scene. After long five minutes of
drag, Alessandro was pulled from Roberto who was
covered with blood.
"Let me go, I will kill this bastard today. How dare he
steal my concept?" Alessandro struggled to pull out from
five people holding him.
"Mr.Romano, please stop this or else we have to arrest
you for the violence you have done in De Costa's
premises.
Not later his PA, Darren came towards him and asked him
to stop and let Roberto go.
He finally huffed and stormed out of the meeting room.
His head was all over the place but first he had to find the
culprit who betrayed him.
"Let's see the doctor first, your hand is bleeding and get
the lawyer to sort this problem with Roberto, alright?"
Darren nervously kept his hand on Alessandro's shoulder
who just nodded.
"Darren, did we lose the contract?" Alessandro asked.
"Nothing is decided yet as everyone is still recovering
from the shock," Darren confirmed.
"We need this contract," Alessandro announced with that
Darren nodded.
Darren was Alessandro's PA and only friend. They used to
be classmates and later the best buddy. It was only
Darren who could tolerate Alessandro's temper. He was
immune to it but the situation like a few minutes ago
were the times even Darren did not know what to do with
Alessandro.
"Doctor angel, I did not have any stomach bug last night.
Thank you," Little patient Mia said to Dr. Bianca as she
was in the children's ward during her round.
"You are a very good girl Mia, that's why fairy granted you
with a strong stomach. Now you are all ready to go home
and watch Disney," Bianca replied with the same smile
she held for everyone.
As she finished her round it was already eleven in the
morning and she had missed her breakfast. Even if she
never had proper breakfast, she wished she could arrange
some time to have her breakfast as her weight was
dropping drastically from the day she joined the hospital.
It was the number one hospital in Italy and she was
grateful she could pack a job here.
It had been two months since she joined the hospital and
started living independently in a small 1BK room near her
hospital leaving behind the orphanage that sheltered her
till twenty-three years of age.
Even though she was an orphan and raised in an
orphanage, she was a bright girl. She found her way to the
medical field and inspiration to treat the children. With the
hope of healthier life for the kids of her orphanage she
joined medicines and not later than two years of her
enrollment, three years old Zina from the same orphanage
she lived had an atrial septal defect (ASD).
With that she was motivated more to become a doctor.
One day she would cure little Zina but this dream was still
to be fulfilled even after three years.
She had been saving almost all of her savings for Zina yet
she was far away from collecting five percent of the
operating charges.
She sighed and opened her cup noodle and poured hot
water to take her brunch, until the night it was her food.
Just when she turned with the cup noodle in her hand,
she bumped with something hard and spilled all of her
cup noodles burning her hand.
"Watch where you are going." The voice came with
authority and irritation.
"I am sorry." She apologized lowering her head.
"Does your sorry undo the mess you have created?" The
man held her burnt hand and she hissed.
"What happened? Are you mute or deaf? You low life
people don't even have eyes of their own. Do you even
know this suit costs millions and you can't even pay if you
sell yourself."
That was the final string for Bianca. She rose her head
and slapped the notorious man with all her force.
Never in a lifetime had she seen someone ruthless like
him. Her eyes widen when she saw the man with a fire
ignited in his eyes like he was ready to murder her with
his bare hand.
"Leave her Sandro, we don't want to fight anymore." The
other man with him suggested.
"I want this little tramp out of this hospital immediately,"
Alessandro barked and Bianca had her mouth open and
throat dry.
What just happened? Who is he and how could he dismiss
her from this hospital. She works here.
"Alessandro, calm down." The man tried to calm the fire
down but it did nothing to him.
"I am not in the mood Darren, I have already lost my mind
in the meeting and this ugly girl here just dropped her
low-class food on my branded suit. Imagine the
humiliation." Alessandro huffed.
"The low-life food you were talking about was my
breakfast and lunch which you ruined. I don't have eyes
on my back to look where you came from and whom I
stumble with. How dare you insult me when you are
speaking nothing but shit." Bianca spit.
"Take her out of the hospital and make sure she does not
step a foot in this hospital again," Alessandro ordered and
that was final.
Not less than half an hour later Bianca was out of the
hospital, jobless and soon to be homeless with no job to
support it.
With such tragedy she went to her real home, orphanage
to cry in front of her mother, Roma. She was the one who
raised Bianca. She was the one that supported all her and
made the lady she was today.
But Bianca was devastated today and only Roma could
collect her.
*******
"What do I do mother? I have lost the final string to save
Zina. I have lost my job, I have lost my hope." Bianca
cried on Roma's lap.
"Be strong honey, when god closes one door he opens
the other. We will find some way to get her treated."
Roma caressed the fragile girl on her lap.
"Zina must be disappointed with me right? I told her she
could play again in a few months but I could not be
trustworthy enough." Bianca sobbed remembering her
promise to little Zina.
"Nobody is disappointed dear, the phase will go as God is
always with us, watching us and helping us." Bianca
nodded to Roma's advice.
She had the worst day of her life where her dreams were
shattered and stepped on it like dirt. She was sad and
helpless. She thought she should have been careful and
watched her move. Only if she had not bumped with
Alessandro guy she would have her job and hope back.
Only if...









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_EPISODE 3 *(LUDE)*_
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I am morose. My time with Harold has
ended. Already, I miss the stench of his
fear, the trembling of his lips as he
babbled incoherently while I did
unimaginable things to his manhood.
Well, not unimaginable to me.
My shoulders bounce from a
suppressed chuckle.
The look of disbelief on a person’s face,
the terror in their eyes; it’s a magical
experience that speaks to my soul. But
alas, in the end, I’ve only found one
cure.
It’s time to procure Harold’s
replacement. Finding a new pupil is
simple enough. It takes little to no
effort on my part. They really are like
lambs to the slaughter. My fingertips
tingle in anticipation. I hope this next
one is as much fun as Harold was. We
learned a lot from each other, Harold
and I.
Ah, here he is now. This one is more
alpine than Harold, with an abundance
of wiry blond hair and eyeglasses
perched on his bulbous nose. He’s a
timid one, with his slovenly grease-
stained sweat pants with coordinating
sweatshirt, and black Velcro shoes.
He shuffles past as I perch
unaccompanied on the park bench.
Circling back, he passes by again. It’s
evident in his eyes when he finally
reaches a decision.
Yes, that’s it. Come sit next to me. We
will become the best of friends, you
and me.
Resisting the urge to rub my hands
together in glee, I cast my eyes
downward with feigned reticence.



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_EPISODE 1 *(INTERLUDE)*_
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My hands whisper across the peeling
paint of the damp walls while I feel my
way blindly down the halls. The
incessant drip dropping of water and
the stench of mold and mildew
assuage my nostrils. I smile.
I’m getting closer.
His fear is palpable as he whimpers in
the darkness. Soon he shall worry no
more, for I shall bring him out of the
darkness into the all-consuming light.
All dark deeds shall have their day in
the sun. Regretfully, today is not that
day. Now is a time for learning, a time
for change. We are as a teacher to
student or as a parent to child and I
will correct his behavior accordingly.
Reaching up, I pull the chain overhead.
It is the singular light in the room
where he is held captive. The slimy
green moss covered brick walls of his
personal hell have now been
illuminated. Dark pupils turn to
pinpoints. Like an animal, he huddles
as deep as he can into the iron chair
he’s bound to. Fear is reflected in his
eyes. A surge of power courses through
me. Smiling, I lick my lips
I grab his cheeks roughly between my
fingers causing his lips to purse as I
stare into his red-rimmed eyes. Yes,
you thought you were going to defile
me. To control me, but it is you who
will become the defiled, the damaged
and tormented; begging for my mercy
my eyes scream at him. My mouth
remains silent.
Slowly, I pull the scalpel from my
leather jacket and hold it up to his
right eye. He really does have lovely,
striking blue eyes. Those beguiling orbs
are useless to him here. I run the edge
of the blade swiftly over the top of his
eyelid. Turning to the other eye, I
quickly do the same, removing both
eyelids before he comprehends what
I’ve done. Grinning, I survey my
handiwork with pride. I’ve become
quite adept at this.
The man begins to squirm. He screams
around the black ball-gag in his mouth
as realization sets in. His wrists begin
to bleed from the handcuffs biting into
his skin as he fights against them.
Clicking my tongue, I shake my head at
him in disappointment. Leaning, I
place my face next to his.
“Now, now Harold.” My voice is low,
my warm breath against his cheek.
“Save your energy for later. This is
only the beginning.” Turning my head
toward him, I lick a stream of salty
tears mingled with blood from his soft
cheek. “Delightful!” Straightening, I
remove a small bottle of vinegar from
my jacket. Grabbing a few cotton balls
from a tray, I saturate them with the
vinegar and apply it to his severed
eyelids.
The bastard goes wild, like a rabid
dog.
“Hold still.” I grab him by his hair to
immobilize his head. “I’m doing you a
favor,” I growl. “This will staunch the
bleeding. You need to see or else
what’s the point?” Harold stops
bucking. Foam-like saliva covers the
ball, sliding down his chin like a
child’s bubble-bath beard.
Tears run steadily down his ruddy
cheeks. That’s to be expected from
someone with no eyelids to blink them
away. I pat his jaw with my black
leather-gloved hand and kiss him
lightly on the forehead. He is my child
after all and after every punishment
comes a little clemency.
I walk over to the flat screen T.V. and
DVD player, brought down and set up
just for special occasions like this.
Putting in the DVD, I press play. The
device is programmed to play the DVD
in a loop.
“Enjoy the show, Harold. I’ll be back
for more fun later.” Whistling my
favorite tune, I turn off the light. It’s a
fun game I play, finding my way out of
the darkness of Harold’s personal hell,
and into the light from above.


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EPISODE ,05

To Dana's complete surprise Allen Clay had
gotten in touch with her and asked if she
would agree to meet with Jake one more time.
She had serious doubts about meeting the
man, the last time he had more or less called
her a LovePeddler. But she was curious as to what
he had to say, so she agreed. It was arranged
that they would meet at a nearby restaurant in
the heart of the city.
She spotted him the moment she walked in, he
sat there, looking at the Rolex watch he wore
with a scowl on his tanned face. She snickered
to herself before reaching the table, she
deliberately kept him waiting twenty minutes.
As soon as she got to the table he stood and
waited for her to be seated, then sitting he
once again looked at his watch and frowned.
His expression told her he was not pleased,
though he never mentioned it.
"Dana, I'm glad you agreed to meet me. I took
the liberty of ordering you a glass of white
wine." Saying as he took his seat.
"I would have preferred red." She answered,
shrugging her shoulders. "What is it you want
Mr. Rayburn?"
Jake, raising his eyebrow had a feeling she
was toying with him. Trying to push his
buttons, but he refused to rise to the bait.
"Please, call me Jake. Look, I need a wife. I
want her to be you, for one year that is."
She blinked, trying to concentrate on what he
was saying. But it was hard, he kept smiling at
her, showing off his dimples. His aftershave
drifted towards her, a scent she found to be
intoxicating. And his smile, she couldn't take
her eyes off it. Then she was drawn from her
thoughts when she heard him call her name.
"Dana, is anything wrong?" he asked.
Lifting the glass of wine to her lips she took a
sip before speaking. "Why me? I'm sure you
could have any woman you want. One I'm sure
would love to be your wife, even if it is only for
a year."
He sat back and studied the woman before
him. Her eyes twinkled with a mysterious glint
as if she knew something he didn't. "That's
true. There are many women who would jump
at the chance to be my wife. The problem is
they would want to stay my wife. And believe
me, I don't want one."
"Why would I agree to marry you after the way
you talked to me the other day." She said,
giving him a look of contempt.
"Because I can give you what you want, a baby.
Just know I don't want anything to do with it,
or you afterward. You'll sign an agreement,
stating that I don't have to be responsible for it
once it's born and that you won't come back in
the future wanting anything from me."
"I assure you I won't. All I want is a child and
to be left alone." Her dislike for Jake grew the
more he talked.
"That's fine with me. So tell me, how is this
baby making going to play out? Will you be
warming my bed every night till you become
pregnant?" He made a point of licking his lips,
letting her know what he was thinking.
Dana's face turned a light shade of red, the
thought of her in bed with him was making her
sweat. She had a feeling that he knew how to
please a woman, in bed, that is. It had been so
long since a man had touched her, kissed her.
And this man had her forgetting her vow to
stay clear of the opposite sex, she wished he
wasn't so handsome.
"That won't be necessary after all," she replied.
"Jake's eyebrow lifted, he was slightly
confused, he thought her reason for marrying
him was to get pregnant. "I don't understand, I
thought you wanted a baby."
"I do. But with the money you'll be giving me
I'll be able to afford fertility treatments. All I
have to do is wait another year." Dana smiled
when she saw the look on his face and knew
he wasn't expecting the answer she gave him.
"That's too bad, I wouldn't mind doing you as
often as I could. I bet you're a real tiger in bed
and know how to make a man come." He
scanned her face, enjoying the look of shock
she displayed.
"You're a pig," she cursed him.
He chuckled out loud, she had a temper and a
foul mouth to boost. "So I take it you will
marry me then?"
"Yes," she replied.
The restaurant was starting to fill up, the
music is drowned out by the chatter of the
people, waiters busy hustling from table to
table. The smell of food making her stomach
growl, she hadn't eaten yet and was getting
hungry. He asked if she would like to order
dinner, which she declined, not wanting to
spend any more time with him than necessary.
"Ok then, I'll have the papers drawn up for us
to sign. I guess the next step is to get
married, the sooner the better. How do you
want to do this? Do you want some kind of
wedding" Or shall we go to the courthouse?"
He asked her.
Rolling her eyes she scoffed at the idea of a
wedding, what a joke she thought. "No I don't
want a wedding, that's ridiculous. The
courthouse is fine, just let me know when and
where and I'll meet you there."
Looking at Dana he noticed how her bottom lip
was trembling, how her fingers played with the
napkin on the table. "The year will fly by
quickly. We won't be living together and never
have to see one another after we marry."
The thought of getting married weighed heavily
on her heart. Once she had dreamed of getting
married, having a family. But those dreams
had been squashed years ago, she would never
allow anyone to ever hurt her again.
When she remained quiet Jake asked her once
again if she would like to have dinner.
"No. I really must be going, it's getting late."
She replied.
He rose, laying some money on the table he
pulled her chair out. "How are you getting
home?" He asked.
"The same way I got here, the bus." She said
coldly.
"I'll give you a ride home." He said as he took
a hold of her arm.
Pulling her arm out of his grip she snapped at
him. "I don't need a ride from you. I got here
on my own, I can get home without your help."
He took one look at her short dress and shook
his head, and grabbing her arms headed out
the door. "I'm driving you, there's no way I'm
letting you get on a bus at this time of night,
not dressed like that."
Jake opened the door to his silver BMW and
she climbed in, the seats were so posh and
soft, it had that new car smell. In it, he had all
the toys that men seem to relish, cd player,
surround system. Heated seats and a camera
that displayed the rear, in case anything was
behind them, a top of the line GP.
Neither spoke till they reached her place. "You
live here? it doesn't look like a very safe
neighborhood." Jake exclaimed.
"Are you afraid someone might hurt your
precious car?" She said sarcastically.
Not answering he went around to her side and
opened the door. Stepping out she informed
him he did not have to walk her to the door.
"I will see you safely inside first." He told her.
Once she unlocked the door he said goodnight,
turned and walked back to his car.



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EPISODE 04

Two days later a meeting was arranged
between Dana and Jake, to be held at the
lawyer's office of Allen Clay.
Dana was ten minutes late and Jake was
becoming impatient, tapping his fingers on the
arm of his chair.
Then Allen's secretary announced her arrival.
"Send Miss Jones in," Allen instructed.
Jake sat back and watched as a slender blond
walked in. She was indeed a looker, with a hot
little body, he thought to himself. Jake was
usually drawn to taller women, but there was
something about this woman that grabbed his
attention. Her eyes were blue, the color of the
deep blue sea, she had delicate features. Or
maybe it was her full luscious lips or the
shape of her neck, a neck he could see himself
kissing.
Allen went over to Dana and shook her hand.
"Miss Jones. So glad you could make it. I'm
Allen Clay and this is Jake Rayburn."
When Jake stood before Dana her heart did a
flip. He was much taller than her and she had
to look up, his hair was raven black, eyes a
dark shade of blue, skin a creamy bronze, he
was gorgeous. The mere presence of Jake
overpowered her, but as soon as he opened
his mouth she instantly disliked him. He spoke
with an air of arrogance as if he were better
than everyone else.
"You're ten minutes late Miss Jones. That's a
quality I find most distasteful in people. I hope
this isn't going to be a habit with you," Jake
said as he stared down at her.
Dana was fuming, she had just met the man
and already she couldn't stand him. Giving
Jake a look of contempt she snapped back.
"Excuse me Mr. Rayburn, but being ten
minutes late is not a big deal."
Jake hissed through clenched teeth." Some of
us are too busy and don't have time to waste,
don't be late again." he replied.
Allen cleared his throat to get both of their
attention. "Jake, Dana, please take a seat and
get to know one another."
When Dana sat she crossed her legs. Jake
rubbed his chin as he let his eyes move up,
taking in the shape and contour. Her dress,
being short he was able to see a great deal of
thigh.
Jake was the first to start, taking charge which
was his way. "Where do you work Miss
Jones?"
"I work at a flower shop; it's called Millie's
flowers."
"Do you own it?"
"No. It belongs to friends of mine, Millie, and
Todd."
Dana noticed that Jake rolled his eyes. "What's
the matter? Is that not good enough for you?"
"Well it could prove to be embarrassing to tell
people my wife is only a flower shop girl," he
said sarcastically.
"Who says I've agreed to be your wife?" she
snapped.
Jake ignored Dana's remark and asked her
another question.
"You're very pretty. Why don't you go to a bar
and pick someone up, sleep with him and get
pregnant that way? What's wrong with you?" He
looked her over, a smirk on his face. "I'm sure
you're not hard to get into bed. Or does the
thought of getting laid for 500,000 dollars turn
you on?"
Dana jumped out of her seat, her adrenaline
pumping, cheeks flushed. "You son of a bitch.
How dare you talk to me this way, like I'm
some kind of tramp."
Jake got up and loosened his tie, staring down
at Dana as he towered over her. "What would
you call someone who would marry just for
money and want him to give you a baby? What
kind of twisted gold digger are you?"
"You bastard," she replied and raising her hand
she slapped Jake hard across his face. Turning
she fled the room.
Allen was standing back watching the event
take place, shaking his head. "That did not go
well. I guess I'll keep looking."
Jake rubbed his cheek where Dana had
slapped him, the mark still visible. "No need
Allen, she's perfect. That's the woman I'm
going to marry," he says, with a grin.
"But Jake that woman clearly hates you."
"Yes. I know. Now all I have to do is get Miss
Jones to keep on hating me."
On the other side of town:
Dana went storming into the flower shop,
slamming the door behind her. Heading to the
back room and finding Millie sitting at her
computer went and sat next to her. Crossing
her arms she started cursing the man to whom
she had just slapped, her hand still hurting.
Millie looked up from the computer and raised
an eyebrow. "I take it things didn't go very
well."
"Oh, Millie. Jake Rayburn is the most
obnoxious man I have ever met. There is no
way I would marry a jerk like that, not even for
one year, much less sleep with him."
Millie decided to look the man up on her
computer. She gasped when she saw his
picture and pointed to the screen. "My God
Dana is this him?"
Dana looked over at the screen and nodded.
"Yes, that's the jerk."
Millie licked her lips. "Sweet mother he's
gorgeous. If I weren't married I'd totally do
him. Just think how beautiful your child would
be if he were the father."
Millie eyed the screen, staring at Jake's
picture. "It says here he is one of the youngest
criminal lawyers in New York City. And dates
only the most glamorous and wealthy women
in New York and abroad. Hobbies are boating,
shooting, mountain climbing, among other
things."
Dana scoffed. "I don't care. I can't stand the
man, he's insufferable. I could never get over
the fact that he's a jerk, much less sleep with
him.'
Millie gave Dana a wicked little smile. "You
don't have to like the man to sleep with him.
And wouldn't it be better that you can't stand
him? It would make it so much easier to walk
away when the year is up."
"Maybe you're right. I wouldn't have to spend
any time with him. And with the money, I'll be
getting I won't have to sleep with the man. I
will be able to afford the fertility treatments.
But I don't think he'll be calling me, not after I
slapped him."
Millie's eyes lit up. "You did? Why would you
do that?"
"He was being rude, said some hurtful things.
I'm telling you, he deserved it."



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EPISODE 03

A few days later Dana was having dinner at
Millie's apartment. Millie's husband Todd, had
returned from his business trip. Having been
on the road for several days he was looking
forward to his wife's delicious homemade
cooking.
Dana and Todd had met years ago; they dated
before he got together with Millie.
Dana knew what she and Todd had wasn't
going anywhere, and seeing the love between
Todd and Millie developing she stepped aside.
To this day, they all remained close friends,
always there for each other.
"Millie tells me you want to have a baby," Todd
says, a worried look crossed his face.
Dana moved a lock of blond hair that had
fallen across his right eye. She always liked
the feel of his soft golden locks, he had such
thick hair, and with his green eyes, so full of
life and laughter. He never ceased to make her
laugh or to cheer her up when she was feeling
down.
"Yes, I do. So please don't give me a hard
time. I know it sounds cold, but I don't want
the donor in our lives."
Dana saw the quick glance the couple gave
each other out the corner of her eye. "What
was that look for?" she asked both of them.
Todd cleared his throat before speaking, "I
have this friend, Stan. He works for Allen Clay,
a lawyer. Stan was telling me about this client
who will inherit five million dollars if he gets
married."
Dana gives Todd a suspicious glance."So why
are you telling me this?"
"I thought since you want a baby so much, that
he would be the perfect man to suit your
needs."
"I don't want to get married," saying as she
picked up her wine and took a large gulp.
Todd took Dana's hands in his. "The client
doesn't want to be married either, nor does he
want kids. He is also willing to pay $500,000
dollars. The beauty of this is that with the
money you wouldn't have to sleep with him.
You could afford to get those fertility
treatments you looked into."
Pulling her hands out of Todd's she played
with the hem of her dress." I don't know. Who
is this man? What if he's some kind of weird
freak?"
Millie poured them all a glass of wine and sat
next to her husband. Sitting quietly as she
listened to Todd explain things to Dana.
"His name is Jake Rayburn. He's one of New
York's finest criminal lawyers and one of the
youngest. Thirty-two years old. I've been told
that women find him attractive, and hard to
resist," Todd stood, stretching his legs.
"So I would only have to be married in name
only?" Dana asked with a weary look on her
face.
Todd shook his head. "There are a lot of sick
people out there. This is the safest way for
you to go about getting pregnant. Let me get
my buddy to run it past the client, see what he
says."
Dana walked over to the window, looking down
at the people below. A tear fell from her eye
when a mother pushing a baby carriage
strolled by. "OK Todd, I guess it couldn't hurt
just to check it out."
Two days later:
Jake returned to the lawyer's office as
requested, "So what you got for me, Allen?"
The lawyer sat behind his desk. No sweat
appeared on his chubby face today. "There is
a woman who might be willing to help you out
with your situation. A twenty-four-year-old
woman, Dana Jones."
Jake grunted. "She must be pretty desperate if
she'll marry just for money. So how ugly is this
woman?"
"I understand she's quite lovely. But there is a
small catch."
Jake stood up and began pacing, his nostrils
flaring. "I knew it. She wants more money, how
much?"
"No. Miss Jones is not after more money."
Jake turned to the lawyer. "Well if it's not more
money, then what?" he asked, staring at the
man hunched behind the desk.
"Miss Jones wants a baby out of the deal."
"Have you lost your mind, Allen? I told you I
don't want kids, find someone else."
"Hear me out. The woman does not want a
husband or a father for the baby. She doesn't
want to have the baby's daddy in the picture.
Get the girl pregnant the first time then you'll
never have to see her again."
Jake thought about it for a moment, "OK. Set
up a meeting and I'll check her out. But what
kind of a woman wants a stranger to
impregnate her? she must be one cold-hearted
bitch not to want a child to have its father."


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EPISODE 04

Calvin was not expecting Dawn to have
changed as much as she had. He always
thought she was pretty. But now she was all
grown up into a very beautiful and sexy
woman. He hadn't known it was her until she
had removed her sunglasses, and he looked
into her eyes. All those feelings of hate and
revenge flew out of his head.
Now, all he could think about were her lips,
those beautiful full lips that he had once
enjoyed kissing. That old familiar feeling raced
throughout his entire being, that desire to take
her in his arms and kiss her, to touch where he
once had, to make love to her.
He had wanted her years ago, and he wanted
her now. It was at that moment he decided she
would be his again. This time no one or
anything would stop him from having what
should have been his. They belonged together,
and no ring on her finger could change that.
Calvin knew he would find a way of winning her
back.
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Dawn unlocked the door to the home she once
lived in, for a short time. The smell of stale air
hit her as soon as she opened the door.
Looking around at all the dust that covered the
floors and furniture she frowned. The dust rose
and floated up like fairy dust when she moved
around. The first thing she wanted to do was
open all the windows, the place needed airing
out.
She walked from room to room opening
windows, nothing had changed over the years.
Even the furniture was the same. There were
no pictures of her anywhere, nothing to show
that she had ever lived here, and it hurt. But it
was no surprise to Dawn. Her father had
disowned her when he found her with Calvin.
Said he no longer had a daughter. To this day
she still felt the piercing pain in her heart from
his harsh words.
Well, no time to mope around, it was time to
get busy she thought as she tied her hair up
into a ponytail.
The first thing she did was some cleaning in
the rooms she would be using. The bed had to
be cleaned and the sheets and blankets
washed. When the kitchen and bathroom were
done she took a long and relaxing bath.
Changing into a white cotton sundress she
brewed a fresh pot of coffee.
Pouring herself a cup sat down at the kitchen
table with pen and paper in hand. She made
out several lists, items to be donated, what
she wanted to keep and what could be sold.
Two hours later she stood up and stretched,
trying to get the kinks out of her shoulders.
Going outside she took a big whiff of the cool
fresh air into her lungs. The sun was going
down and she liked how the cool breeze felt
against her bare arms. Looking towards the
barn she found herself slowly walking over.
Standing in front of the door, with her hand on
the knob she hesitated, not sure if she really
wanted to go in.
But she swung open the door and entered. And
all the old memories and emotions came
flooding back. She and Calvin had made love
in this barn countless times. But the first time
would forever be etched in her mind, as the
best and sweetest time of her life.
Neither one had the willpower to stop it.
Stripping down naked they stood in front of
each other, she turned her head away, to avoid
looking at him. She was scared and unsure of
what to do, afraid he might not like what he
was seeing. But then he spoke.
"You're so beautiful."
She looked at him and saw him smiling. It
gave her chills when she saw the look of love
and desire in his eyes. She let her eyes travel
down Calvin's body, her cheeks turning a
shade of red and she bit her lip. It was the
first time she had ever seen a naked male's
body. Except in health books in school, but it
was not the same.
She thought he was beautiful with his tanned
skin, and lean body. She felt her heart beating
faster and became nervous when she saw what
was between his legs. He must have sensed
her fear, so he walked up to her. Giving her a
tender kiss before pulling her into his arms.
Bodies touching she felt Calvin growing hard
against her thighs.
Kissing her neck his hand fondled and
caressed her tiny breasts. She heard him
moaning as he called out her name. She felt
her own body responding, sparking the heat
within her, moving down to between her legs.
The throbbing began when his lips landed on
hers. He was so gentle and took his time as
he laid her down on a bed of straw, she gave
herself willingly to him. After that whenever
they could sneak away made love in this barn,
with the moon casting a soft light through the
cracks.
She loved Calvin with all her heart. And cried
herself to sleep every night for years after her
father had caught them, sending her away.
Dawn felt a pang of sadness and regret as she
stared at the very spot where they had proved
their love for one another.
She had known he'd grow up all muscular and
fit, and she was right. He was tall and
gorgeous, broad shoulders and a chiseled
face. The hat he wore only added to his sex
appeal, he was every bit a cowboy.
Dawn jumped when she heard a voice behind
her.
"Brings back good memories, don't it?"
She turned to see him standing with his back
against the door, chewing on a piece of straw.
Hat pulled down over his eyes, she had to
admit he looked sexy.
"Oh my God Calvin, you scared me half to
death. How long have you been standing
there?" Dawn asked, her voice shaking from
the unexpected encounter.
Seeing how her cheeks turned a dark shade of
pink he chuckled. Knowing damn well what she
had been thinking about, it was written all over
her face. "Only a few minutes." He answered
with a grin on his face.
God, she had an urge to slap that grin off
Calvin's face. "What are you doing here?"
"I was heading into town for a bite to eat. I
figured you'd have nothing to eat here yet, so I
thought you might like to join me."
"I'm quite capable of feeding myself." She
answered in a surly voice.
"I'm sure you can. There's no sense in us
taking two vehicles when I'm going anyways.
Come on, we can catch up."
Dawn was not sure if she should go with him.
But he was right, she hadn't done any
shopping yet and was starving. "Well-I am
hungry, ok, I'll go with you."



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EPISODE 03

Dawn removed her sunglasses so as to get a
better look at his face, he sounded so familiar.
"Yes, that's me." She hesitated for a moment
before saying anything else. "Do we know each
other?"
He removed his glasses and moved closer.
Yes, it was Dawn, he'd know those eyes
anywhere, though the sparkle was gone. "It's
me, Calvin, or have you forgotten all about
me?" He answered with a hint of anger
sounding in his voice.
Dawn's stomach tightens in knots, she
trembled slightly as she stared at the cowboy
in front of her. She had no idea he was still
living here, yet here he was, tall and ruggedly
handsome. After all these years the sexual
chemistry was still there, stronger than ever.
She often thought of him over the years. The
boy she loved, the boy she gave her heart and
body to.
He was her cowboy, and he had promised to
always love her. But she was no sooner gone
when he made love to another. Forgetting
about her, and she hated him for it. But now,
standing before him felt the hate was being
replaced with desire, sexual desire.
Dawn snapped out of her thoughts. "Calvin."
She cleared her throat. "I can't believe it, it's
really you. Gosh, it's been a long time."
"Yeah, ten years to be exact."Saying as he
swallowed the lump in his throat.
The tension between them was thick, neither
one knew what to say next. It was Dawn that
broke the silence.
"You look good Calvin, I hardly recognize you."
His eyes narrowed as he looked her over. "And
you, you're all grown up, you filled out nicely."
He said, running his tongue over his bottom
lip. "And in all the right places."
Dawn felt her face turning red when she saw
him checking out her body. And the desire that
filled his eyes. The shock of how her body
was reacting from being so close to Calvin
made her shudder. And the memories of their
lovemaking flooded her mind.
She regained her senses and laughed
nervously. "And my braces are gone too. Hum-
I should be going. It was nice seeing you again
Calvin."
It was then he noticed the diamond on her
finger and felt the blood boiling in his veins.
"That's some rock on your finger." He points to
it.
For some reason, she felt guilty and couldn't
look him the eye and turned her head. "Hum-
yeah I'm getting married."
Just hearing Dawn say those words turned his
blood to ice. Well, what did he expect, she had
been gone ten years. It only made sense that
she would be with someone, but it still
bothered him. "Good for you. So where is this
fiance of yours?"
She felt the heat from his body as he moved
closer, causing her to back up against the car.
Her head began to spin and her heart pounding
as he gazed into her eyes. "He's back in Paris,
working on a case, he's a lawyer." Why is he
so close? What's he doing? She asked herself.
Calvin placed his hands on the car, on both
sides of her, she was trapped. "What kind of
man lets his fiancee fly halfway across the
world without him?"
Dawn was unable to move, she was trapped
between Calvin and the car. She placed her
hand on his chest, preventing him from moving
in closer. When she felt Calvin's rock hard
chest damp with sweat, tingles of electric
awareness shot through her fingertips, right
down to her inner core. Her voice sounded
weak when she uttered the words. "Back up
please."
"Why?" He asked, enjoying her discomfort.
"There was a time when you liked it when I got
close."
"That was years ago, we were kids back then.
I'm now getting married, so please, move
away."
Calvin smiled as he looked down at her hand,
which was still resting on his chest. And it
didn't seem like she had any intentions of
moving it anytime soon.
Seeing where Calvin's eyes were looking she
realized her hand was still on his chest. With
her cheeks turning red she quickly pulled it
away.
He took a step back. "You haven told me why
he let you come here on your own."
"He didn't let me, I'm my own person, I can
come and go as I please. Besides, it's none of
your business anyways." She snapped at him
and getting into the car drove off.
She let out a deep sigh of relief as she drove
away. Even after all these years apart he still
had the ability to set her loins on fire. She
remembered as teenagers all he had to do was
flash her one of his smiles and she would
melt. And when he kissed her she was a
goner, he was an amazing kisser. He kissed
her with such deep, intense passion.
She had fallen so deeply in love with him,
wanted to marry him and have his children.
They spent hours talking about the future. He
wanted a ranch of his own to run, she would
stay home and raise the children. The sexual
chemistry was so strong between them back
then, and she felt it might still be.
Dawn knew she would have to stay clear of
Calvin. She did not want to risk losing Michael,
the man she now promised to marry.
The pain of seeing Calvin came crashing in on
her and she started crying. It felt as though
her heart was being ripped right out of her
chest. She pulled the car over to the side,
crying as she thought back. When her father
caught her and Calvin in the barn he sent her
away, she was never allowed to come back.
She had written Calvin on many occasions, but
never received a reply. Her father had said that
he got a girl pregnant, skipping town to run
from his responsibilities. No wonder she hadn't
heard back from him. It broke her heart, Calvin
had lied to her, she felt betrayed. He said he
loved her, but as soon as she was gone he
slept with another girl. And she would never be
able to forget, or forgive him.
If she had known he was back in town she
would never have come back. When her father
passed away she had put off coming home.
But the lawyers and Michael insisted she come
to oversee the sale of the ranch and all the
personal belongings that still sat inside the
family home.
It was a small ranch, though the house was a
decent size. She counted her blessings that all
the livestock were taken care of. So that was
one chore she didn't have to deal with.


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EPISODE 02

Jake Rayburn sat in the office of his
grandfather's lawyer. He was waiting to hear
about the inheritance he was to receive from
his grandfather's will.
Jake shifted his weight; he could never
understand why they had to make these chairs
so small. Or perhaps it was his size that was
the problem. He was a muscular built man,
with his long legs stretched out in front of him.
Jake tapped his fingers on the desk, waiting
for the lawyer to show up; he was not
accustomed to being kept waiting, when the
door opened he dropped the magazine he was
pretending to flip through.
"Jake, so sorry to keep you waiting," the lawyer
said when he held out his hand to shake
Jake's.
"What's going on? Why was I asked to come
here?" Jake asked with a hint of irritation in his
voice.
The lawyer sat down, loosening his tie. A drop
of sweat rolled down his cheek even though
the air conditioner was turned up. "Well, you
see there is a clause in your grandfather's
will."
"And what might that be?" Jake asked.
Clearing his throat the lawyer continued. "In
order to receive your inheritance, you must be
married."
Jake sat back listening. His eyes narrowed as
he stared down the lawyer, "Are you telling me
that to get the money I have to get married?"
The lawyer wiped his brow with the back of his
hand, leaning further back. "Yes, but the good
news is you only have to be married for one
year. When the year is up you'll get the money,
and there's nothing saying you have to remain
married."
"There's no way I'm getting married, to hell
with the money," he said, slamming his fist on
top of the desk.
"That's up to you Jake. I must point out with
that money you could open your own law firm
like you've always talked about doing. And with
five million dollars you could certainly do it."
Jake got up and began pacing back and forth.
It was true, with that money he could get out
from under his grandfather's partners. Open his
own firm, be his own boss.
With a scowl on his face, he looked at the
lawyer."Allen, there has to be another way to
get that money."
"Sorry, Jake. The will is ironclad, no way
around it," the lawyer chuckled, "You could
always buy a wife."
A grin spread across Jake's face. "You're a
genius, Allen. That's what I'll do, I'll pay
someone to marry me."
"Jake I was just kidding."
"Well, I'm not. It will be a signed contract
between me and the woman. I will pay her
$500,000 dollars to become my wife, and
when the year is up we'll get a divorce. I'm
sure there is one out there willing to do it for
the money."
Jake sat back down and stretching he smiled
to himself. "Of course, I'll have her sign a
prenuptial agreement. All I need is a wife in
name only, it's not like I'll have to live with
her." Then looking at the lawyer, " Isn't that
right Allen?"
"Right," the lawyer said as he wiped more
sweat from his face.
Jake noticed how the man was sweating and
fidgeting in his seat. He wondered if there was
something Allen wasn't telling him. "Allen is
anything wrong? You seem a little nervous."
"No, no it's nothing," He shook his head.
"OK then. So, Allen, you will help me find her. I
have no preferences as to what she looks like;
she can be gay for all I care," Jake said as he
rubbed his chin. God, I need a shave, he says
to himself.
"Jake this idea is insane. It could backfire on
you. What if she falls in love with you and
refuses to leave when the year is up?"
Jake smirked. "Leave that to me. I'll make sure
that doesn't happen. The last thing I want is to
be tied down to one woman for the rest of my
life. And I sure as hell don't want some
screaming brat of a kid running around." Jake
turns towards the lawyer. "Find someone who
doesn't want to be tied down."
"OK Jake, I'll see what I can do but it won't be
easy," he said, running his hand over the back
of his head.

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Dana Jones, a young florist from New York City
sat in her friend Millie's modest two bedroom
apartment. Millie was also her boss who
owned the flower shop she worked in. Though
she was only four years older than Dana she
acted like more of a mother to her than a
friend.
The smell of homemade lasagna filled the
kitchen with its sweet scent of sauce and
cheese, making Dana's stomach growl.
Millie's husband, Todd, was away on a
business trip so it was to be just the two of
them dining tonight.
Dana sat twisting her fingers around the gold
chain she wore around her neck and looking
down at the newly laid tiles that she helped to
install. She listened while Millie ranted on and
on about the decision she had made.
"Oh my God Dana, have you completely lost
your mind? If you want a baby then find a
husband first. Or at least go and get fertility
treatments."
Dana rubbed her forehead before looking up at
Millie, "Don't you think I've considered doing
that? But it cost thousands of dollars for one
treatment. And it doesn't always work the first
time. You know I don't have that kind of
money."
"So what is your plan exactly? Are you going to
sleep around till someone knocks you up?"
Millie slammed the oven door shut.
"No Millie, I plan on waiting till I find the right
kind of man. He has to be smart and good
looking. A man who is dead set against
wanting a wife or children, but he also has to
to be willing to walk away and never look
back."
Millie scoffed, "Well good luck with that. What
man in his right mind would agree to
impregnate you and then walk away, not
expecting anything in return?"
Dana took a sip of the red wine that Millie had
poured for them; it tasted bitter in her mouth
when she swallowed.
"I don't know, but I have to try," Dana
answered.
Millie lifted her wine to her lips, staring at
Dana from over the rim. Her heart went out to
the petite blond woman that sat across from
her. In her short life, Dana had experienced so
much pain and horror. "Horrors" that she
herself could not imagine living through, and
even to this day Dana was plagued with the
nightmares of that night. But she always
refused to talk about it, locking it deep within
her.
Dana and Millie changed the subject and they
dug into the delicious lasagna in front of them.
The aroma filled their nostrils with delight and
their taste buds with sheer pleasure. They both
let out a soft satisfying moan.
"Millie, no one but you can make lasagna taste
this good," Dana exclaimed. She herself
couldn't cook to save her life.
After cleaning up they poured another glass of
wine and settled on the posh leather sofa in
the living room. The next two hours were spent
in idle chit-chat, Millie doing the majority of
the talking. They hadn't even noticed the sky
was turning dark until they heard the first loud
bang of thunder and then the lights flickered.
When Millie went to retrieve some candles
Dana went over to the window. And leaning her
forehead on the glass looked out. She knew it
would be damn near impossible to find a man
who would give her what she wanted and to go
along with her terms.

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Walking into the bar he cursed under his breath
when he saw who was behind the bar. Well,
there was no turning back now. Ginger had
already seen him, taking a seat he ordered a
beer.
The woman behind the bar smiled at Calvin
and began her usual ritual of flirting with him.
Her shockingly red hair was done up in a bun
on top of her head. Wearing jeans and a halter
top, a tattoo of a snake showed on her left
shoulder.
"Hi, cowboy." She said as she licked her lips.
"You're looking real hot tonight, in more ways
than one."
He had to bite his tongue in order not to tell
her off, it was really getting annoying the way
she kept throwing herself at him. "Hello,
Ginger. You shouldn't flirt so much, people will
get the wrong idea, grab me a beer."
He had made the mistake of taking her out
one night. She was like someone possessed,
tearing off his clothes and straddling him, it
was over in minutes. He felt terrible, though
she was pretty he didn't care for her, not in
that way. And she didn't seem to mind that he
never asked her out again.
Coming back over with his beer Ginger bent
over, far enough so that he could see down her
top. Smiling she touched his hand. "If you ever
get lonely up in that big old house of yours,
give me a call."
Calvin gave a sigh of relief when a customer
walked in and she had to go serve him. Saving
him the trouble of turning her down once
again.
Feeling a friendly slap on the back he turned
around to see his friend Hank.
"Hey buddy, mind if I join you?" Hank asked as
he plopped down on the bar stool next to
Calvin.
"Yeah sit. Shouldn't you be home with your
pregnant wife and kids?"
Hank chuckled. "I got out on good behavior."
He motioned to Ginger to bring over a couple
more beers. "So are you going to see Dawn
when she get's back into town?"
Calvin felt his muscle's tightening and took a
long swallow of beer before answering. "Don't
plan on it."
Hank saw the way Calvin tensed up. "Why not?
You and she had quite the thing before she left
for Paris."
Setting his beer on the counter he snapped
back angerly. "Hell Hank, that was almost ten
years ago. She left and never wrote or called. I
have no interest in ever seeing that bitch
again."
Hank was in total shock with the way Calvin
spoke with so much hate and bitterness. It
was not like his friend to talk that way about
anyone, much less the girl he once loved.
Seeing Calvin was not in the mood to talk
about Dawn he let the subject drop.
The taste for beer seemed to sour in Calvin's
mouth, so he set it down and told Hank he
was tired and going home.
Once home he grabbed a beer from the fridge,
taking it out onto the front porch sat down. He
knew he would have to apologize to Hank for
snapping at him.
He didn't want to talk, or think about Dawn,
and he sure as hell had no intentions of going
to see her. Getting into bed later he swore he
wouldn't give her a second thought.
But that's not what happened. He laid in bed
thinking about her, wondering what she looked
like now. Did she ever think about him, did she
feel guilty about betraying him. He had
questions he wanted answers to, like why
hadn't she gotten in touch with him when she
promised she would. He tossed and turned,
unable to sleep, he had let her into his head
and couldn't get her out.
Calvin woke the next day with a throbbing
headache. Dawn had invaded his dreams,
keeping him awake most of the night. After
popping a couple of aspirins and finishing his
coffee he decided to take a ride to clear his
head. He needed to check on the cattle and
see what the hired help was up to.
Though it was early in the morning it was
another scorching hot day, so he undid the
buttons on his shirt. A few hours later he was
hot and sweaty, and the light breeze did
nothing to cool him down.
He was on the way home when a little red
sports car zoomed passed him, spooking his
horse, Dallas. Speaking in a soothing tone
managed to calm the horse down. The car
slowed down, coming to a stop. This was
Calvin's chance to give the driver a piece of his
mind.
Riding towards the car he jumped off Dallas
just as the car door opened. The first thing he
saw was a pair of long slender legs wearing
heels. When the woman stepped out his eyes
traveled slowly upwards. She was wearing
shorts and a tank top, which showed off her
amazing cleavage.
His heart started beating a little faster. Her
long blond hair blew softly around her delicate
face from the summer breeze. He couldn't see
her eyes since she had on a pair of dark
sunglasses. But the truth was he was too busy
looking at other parts of her to notice her eyes.
This woman was beautiful and oozing with
sexually, with an amazing body. He felt a
stirring go through him as his pulse starting
racing.
He watched as she used her right hand to
move the hair from her face. Her nails were
painted a light shade of pink, matching her
lipstick. Then he heard her speak, it was soft,
and he thought sexy.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, are you alright?"
When she had stepped out of her car and saw
the cowboy walking towards her with his shirt
unbuttoned, a flutter of butterflies danced in
the pit of her stomach. He was tall and
rugged, with dark hair. So handsome she
thought as she stared at his muscular chest
and abs. Then he spoke and ruined her happy
thoughts.
Calvin was glad that he too was wearing dark
sunglasses since his eyes kept looking at her
perky breasts. He would for sure get a slap if
she knew. "Look, lady, you can't be driving that
fast on these roads, where do you think you
are?" He asked in a loud gruff voice.
There was something familiar about this man,
but she couldn't figure out what. And she sure
didn't like the way he was talking to her. "I
said I was sorry, what more do you want?"
Calvin felt bad about snapping at her. "Well,
just slow down. Where are you going in such a
hurry?" He was curious.
Dawn sighed deeply, irritated that he was being
so nosey. "Not that it's really any of your
business but I'm on my way home, to the
Haworth Ranch."
Calvin stiffened, moving closer. He felt as if
though someone had punched him in the
stomach, knocking the wind out of him. His
heart was pounding so hard in his chest it
hurt. "Dawn, is that you?" He asked, barely a
whisper.


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EPISODE 01

Removing his hat, Calvin Fisher, a cattle
rancher from a small town in Colorado wiped
the sweat from his brow, the sun was
scorching hot as it beat down on him. Today,
of all days, the hottest day of the year, one of
his cattle had damaged part of a fence. He
had already lost some stock, and he would be
damned if he would lose anymore, so he had
no choice but to fix it.
The heat and the broken fence was not the
only reason he was on edge. He had woke this
morning in a good mood, looking forward to
riding the range on his black stallion. A
beautiful beast he had the luck and privilege of
catching and taming himself. He was Calvin's
pride and joy, whom he named Dallas.
He breathed in the fresh air as he admired the
view of the Rocky Mountains by his ranch.
There was nothing like the smell of the great
outdoors or the sight of his cattle grazing. A
sense of pride filled him when he looked
around his land.
After inheriting the property from his father he
turned it into a thriving cattle ranch. All his
hard work had paid off, making him a very
wealthy man.
A call from his life-long friend, Hank Jackson
turned his good mood into a foul one. Hank
was one of those all-around good guys. Full of
life and laughter, willing to help anyone out
who needed it. He owned the ranch several
miles from Calvin's, was married with two
sons, a third on the way.
The call was to let him know that Dawn
Haworth was coming home. He hadn't given
her much thought over the years, at least he
tried not to. And the last thing he wanted was
to set eyes on her or think about her.
But after that call, she was all he could think
about. She was the girl that broke his heart so
many years ago. Dawn's father, Frank Haworth
bought the ranch further down the road from
the Fisher's ranch. Frank Haworth was a nasty
piece of work, it wasn't long before people
knew not to piss him off and stayed clear of
him.
The moment Calvin laid eyes on Dawn he fell
head over heels in love with her. She was
sixteen, a real beauty. Short blond hair, tiny
little breasts, and long legs. It was her eyes he
loved, she had these light brown eyes, with
specks of green in them, so full of sparkle.
And whenever he looked into them his heart
melted.
Her scent was intoxicating, it stirred a desire in
him, making his heart pound rapidly in his
chest whenever she was around. She had a
sweet disposition, was kind and a little on the
shy side. At first, whenever he approached her
she would keep avoiding him.
But soon he won her over, and the other boys
left her alone once they realized she only had
eyes for him. Frank Haworth was so strict they
had to sneak around behind his back, they
spent every minute they could together. He
loved the way her lips tasted and couldn't get
enough of kissing them.
They were deeply in love and made plans for
the future. After finishing school they were
going to get married and start a family.
It was on a warm summer night, her father
was out of town on business. In the Haworth
barn, they were making out, kissing and
touching each other. Things went further than
should have, going all the way. He knew she
was a virgin so he took his time, letting her
know it would hurt the first time, and if she
wanted him to stop he would. But she told him
she loved and trusted him, and that this was
what she wanted.
He felt terrible when she let out a small cry of
pain. Kissing her tenderly said he was sorry,
he never wanted to cause her any pain. When
the pain subsided the pleasure for them both
was amazing, deepening the love they felt for
one another.
After that, they made love every chance they
got. It didn't matter to them that she was
barely sixteen, he seventeen, they were in love
and planned on being together forever. She
was his true love, he was certain the love they
shared would have lasted a lifetime if it weren't
for her father.
Little did the young lovers know how their lives
were about to change when Frank Haworth
caught them in the act.
Dawn and Calvin were making love in her
father's barn. It was a hot and humid night, a
storm was raging outside. The rain was
slamming against the barn, thunder roared as
lightening struck, lighting up the sky.
Frank Haworth returned home early from a
business trip, catching them. His face turning
bright red, he looked like a man having a heart
attack. Eyes blazing with rage ordered Dawn
inside the house, swearing and calling her a
LovePeddler.
He then turned his fury on Calvin. "You dirty
piece of country trash. I'll make you sorry you
were ever born." Locking the barn door,
preventing him from leaving. Taking off his belt
he gave Calvin a brutal beating. To this day he
still had the scars to prove it.
Dawn was sent away to live with an Aunt in
Paris. The young lovers swore they would keep
in touch. She promised him that when she
knew where she was going she would write
and let him know, and they would find a way
to be together.
He was angry when she didn't keep her word.
For two years he waited for a letter or a phone
call, but none had come. He felt betrayed by
Dawn, the love he once had for her was
replaced with hurt and anger. He couldn't care
less if he ever saw her again.
Now she was coming home. Frank Haworth
had passed away over four months ago, and
she hadn't come home for his funeral. That
was no surprise to anyone, Dawn and her
father had never been close.
She was coming back to sell the ranch and
take care of the old man's belongings. Calvin
swore he would stay clear of her while she was
here. She had betrayed him, leaving him
without a second thought, he despised her.
Calvin had to admit that Dawn's betrayal was
the driving force behind him wanting to be
successful. Thinking that maybe someday they
might meet again. He would have liked to get
back at her, to hurt her the way she hurt him.
It wasn't easy turning the ranch around. Old
Frank Haworth did whatever he could to get in
Calvin's way. Frank hated him, even after all
these years he had never forgiven Calvin for
taking his daughters virginity. Frank went to his
grave hating him.
Well, he'd had enough of thinking about the
Haworth's. The sun was going down and the
work was done, so he decided to go into town
for a cold beer.

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