Chapter 7

Inside of this room laid a full BDSM dungeon. Equipped with various sexual toys mounted on the walls, hooks mounted all around, three cages for people, two standing and one small box style on the floor. There’s a cross, a large wooden X, several shackles and cuffs laying on tables. There’s another table with straps laying loosely on the table. For some reason, I notice the ceiling. Large black sound-proofing ceiling tiles. I think to myself, I guess you don’t want anyone in the house hearing the screams of someone being tortured by a sadist. In my head, I feel that this room needs to be locked up until I figure out what to do with it.

I just shake my head, thinking ‘What next’?

I pull the door closed. I ask Darleen for the key to lock this room.

“Don’t you want to try it out, darling?” Darleen mocks me. She knows that I’m not much into all that with my history on the subject from my youth.

She uses the ‘red’ key to lock the door, taking it off the keyring and handing it to me.

“This door will remain locked for now,” I say to everyone.

I turn and look around at various rooms. Game room with what appears to be an incredible electronic setup. On the wall, a 95” flat screen tv hangs. I see a Bose sound system. I see several gaming chairs, clearly, this has been a well-used room along with a wet bar, a refrigerator, a sink, countertop, microwave and to my surprise a soda machine and chip vending machine. Again, I think to myself that we will never get John out of this house. Maybe I should just resign myself to adopting the boy and be done with it. I dismiss that thought as it sends shivers down my back.

As Dakota and I head back down the stairs, Darleen follows close behind. Darleen is talking to me but I’m not listening. My head is miles away.

“Hey, shithead, aren’t you listening?” Darleen barks at me.

Dakota pokes me in the ribs saying, “You said last night to call you shithead.” She says giggling.

“Um, no. I’m not listening. What do you want?” I say a bit annoyed.

“I was asking what you’re planning to do with this house are? Haven’t you ever gotten that far in your head yet?” She asks.

“No, not really. This whole place is just one surprise after another. I have a list in my head on things that need to happen right away, like door locks and security passwords being changed. Blueprints acquired, so we don’t miss anything. Furniture moved over from Jill’s home to here and lots and lots of shopping to decorate this home as beautiful as Jill and Dakota are.” I say to her.

As we reach the main floor, Diane is waiting for me and asks to speak with me privately.

I follow her into a nearby room and shut the door.

“What’s the problem?” I ask.

“Daddy, I think that I may be pregnant. I really don’t know if it is yours or John’s as I’ve taken both of your cum inside of me.” Diane says to me.

I’m stunned.

I hold my arms out to her. She presses herself against me hugging me. “Please don’t be mad at me. I’ve been trying to say something to you all morning. I just didn’t know how to do it.” She says with tears in her eyes.

“No matter whose baby it is, you’ll be a wonderful Mother. If it’s mine, I’ll still love you no matter what. If it’s John’s, then I’ll still love you and the baby and encourage John to be a good daddy.” I tell her.

“See, that’s what I love about you. You take such good care of me. I should introduce you to my Mother. You and her would have a good time.” She says making me think, oh yeah, I need more to join the commune.

I kiss her on the lips and hug her a bit harder, hoping that she doesn’t feel my nearly erect cock pressing between us.

“Daddy, is that for me?”

“Well, yes, but no. I don’t think it’s right for me to play when my wife is in a coma at the hospital. Don’t you agree?” I say trying to get her to back down a bit.

She agrees ... reluctantly.

I open the door and head out.

I find Dakota in the kitchen marveling at the box of Cierra. I notice the marketing on the side of the box. It reads: A blonde taste to bring out your inner slut. I think to myself, how could they possibly know her this well as I chuckle to myself.

I ask her to summon everyone as I’ve had enough of the Commune for today.

I carry the wine case towards what I believe to be the front door. I’m still turned around in this mansion.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see our porn actresses laying nude by the pool. I just keep walking summoning John to help me. He hurries over to me. I hand him the case of wine asking him to take it to the car. He notices immediately Dakota’s likeness on the box. He begins to say, “Hey.” I cut him off explaining that I already know. He just smiles.

We get out to the car.

Most of the group is shortly behind. Dakota takes the key ring from Darleen and locks up the front door, both locks.

Everyone piles into the limo and Fred heads for home. I call Mark Newberg.

“Hey David, what can I do for our TV hero?” He asks.

“Do you have a locksmith that you trust implicitly? I have found things about this house that I need to change right away. Also, is ADT still the best alarm company in the LA area?” I ask.

“Jay’s locksmith. He’s been in the business 50+ years. He’s the second generation and does work that keeps people out of where you don’t want them to be when you’re entertaining. Yes, ADT is probably the current best, but like cell phone carriers they change all the time. It’s the service that they try to sell you on, the monitoring and camera work. Knowing your lifestyle, you may want to be selective on your camera placement and sound mikes.” He suggests to me.

“Please call Jay’s for me. I would like him to change every lock in the whole house. I’ve already seen some opportunities that need to be addressed.” I tell Mark.

“Do you need him there today?” He asks.

“No, but Monday morning, early, maybe 9-ish.”

He thanks me, and we end the call.

Dakota asks what did I find? I tell her that I’ll explain later.

Dakota’s phone buzzes. It’s Dr. Ronda. The text reads: Jill responding well. Vital signs are much better. Should bring her out of the coma sometime tomorrow. Talk later.

She shows me the text which makes me smile and much more relieved.

I look at Diane. She sees me looking at her and smiles as she continues chatting away with Jennifer about how to make the bid on the Kraft building.

In my mind, I see her as a beautiful little bird flittering from one branch to another. Then it hits me: As we acquire these huge office buildings, we rename them to unique birds of North America. My mind begins to list: Flamingo (Florida)/Pelican (New Orleans)/ Owl (Wisconsin)/ Cardinal (Phoenix)/ Blue Jay (Toronto)/Eagle (Washington DC)/ Crow (St. Louis)/ The Hawk (LA)/ Falcon (Atlanta) ... I was smiling now.

The good news from Dr. Ronda along with an idea on how to rename the buildings that would make it easy to identify any building.

I interject, “Jennifer, Diane lets put a bid in on the Kraft building Monday morning. Offer them 65% of what you thought that they would take and let’s see if they bite. Jill told me we certainly have enough liquid to pay up to 40 million, but we certainly can finance on a short term deal up to 200 million. Let’s get this ball rolling. Also, start looking around for other buildings to consider.”

Both Jennifer and Diane are smiling. Work is now going to get crazy, but it’s fun crazy!

I look at Dakota’s watch. It’s after 4 pm. How the hell did the day get away from us?

“Hey, is anyone other than me and John hungry? I think I could go for Fred’s Italian place again if anyone is interested.”

I get a unanimous agreement. John asks Fred to take us to his Italian restaurant. Fred makes a U-turn taking us to dinner.

I think to myself how nice life has become since I became a Chauffeur. Who knew what a fortunate choice that really was.

Fred was taking us to his Italian restaurant for a nice meal. Jill, of course, was still tops in my mind. Although I’m not a religious person, I have my beliefs in God and one of them has to do with ‘you have to ask’ for something to happen. I was asking every day of her coma, practically every hour.

I was also thanking. Dakota was a god-send to me.

On the way to the restaurant, my phone rang. It was Bob Jaxson.

“Hey Bob, what’s up?”

“What the fuck are you doing on TV? I didn’t hire you to be some FBI stool pigeon.” Bob says to me with a large amount of anger in his voice.

“Well fuck it then, I quit!” I reply and hang up the phone.

The car sat stunned at what I just said.

We traveled in silence before my phone began to ring again. This time, it was Melanie.

“David, Hi it’s Melanie. What the heck just happened between you and Bob? He just threw his phone across the room, smashing it into several pieces. I thought I was the only one who could make Bob that mad.” She says, clearly trying to be a neutral party.

“Nothing really Mel. He barked at me and I responded by saying that I quit not giving him a chance to respond. I just hung up.” I said, straight-faced. In my mind, I was not going to be barked at by someone who was acting as a petulant child instead of allowing me to do what I was hired to do, make the company better again.

“You said what? Darling, I’m no lawyer, but I think you can’t just quit. You’re under contract. Did you forget that?” Melanie reluctantly says.

“Heck no. I didn’t forget. You both know that my wife is in the hospital laying in a coma and he wants to yell at me like I stayed out past my curfew. Jill is not only my wife, but she’s also your number 2 in the company. I would expect a boss of mine to realize that, or did I mis-read you guys?” I say to her, getting a bit more annoyed by the minute.

“No, David, you didn’t misread us. We are concerned about Jill. You probably don’t know this, but Bob has a bad history with the FBI.” She says.

“Yeah, yeah, I know he spent a long holiday weekend in jail because of the FBI’s mistake. It was all over them misspelling his last name. Instead of Jackson, they spelled it Jaxson, thinking that they were taking down a corporate owner for electronic theft.” I explain to Melanie that I already know of his dislike for the FBI.

“How did you know about that? Bob doesn’t talk to anyone about that.” Melanie asks with a clear shock to her voice.

“You guys aren’t the only ones who can do a deep background check. I used to date a beautiful woman that owns a bail-bonds agency and does lots of work as a skip trace. I wasn’t going to allow Jill or myself to take on a job with this much responsibility until I knew everything there was to know about you both.” I say to her.

I look at John. He sits without saying a word, listening to everything I’m saying.

I suddenly become aware that the whole car is silent, listening to my half of the conversation.

Fred pulls the car into the parking lot of the Italian restaurant. I give the silent hand signal for everyone to go inside. Everyone gets out of the limo except for Dakota. She sits next to me silently with her assistant’s book in her lap.

“Mel. Things in the company are starting to really come together. I’ll call Bob tomorrow, hell I’ll even apologize. I want to go over some ideas that I have for some of the new unexpected companies that we’ve come into. I’ll be at the hospital most of the day tomorrow. Either Dakota or I will text you how things are going.” I say to her.

“Well, text me since Bob’s phone is still laying on the floor in several pieces.” She says, chuckling.

“OK. I will do that. Have a good night, sweet dreams.” I say, trying to end the call.

“If I’m to have sweet dreams, it will be of you, my darling.” She says before hanging up.

I exhale.

“Daddy, did we all just hear you quit?” Dakota says to me.

“Yeah, but I’ll call them tomorrow and apologize to Bob. I just wasn’t in the mood to be scolded like a teenager that stayed out past his curfew. I wanted to remind them that I hold their company’s success squarely in my hands.”

“Daddy, while we have no one listening, did I see two blonde girls laying naked by one of the pools as you were pushing us out of the new house?” Dakota asks.

I think to myself, she doesn’t miss, much does she?

“Yes, you did. They are two college students that were staying there as guests. They work for Tulip Productions, as actresses.” I say to her without cracking a smile.

“Daddy, you do realize you may never, ever, ever have John leave your house if you have two porn actresses living with us. Where in the house are they staying?”

“They are staying in one of the pool houses. I collected all their house keys, leaving them one until I get things changed on Monday morning.” Trying to reassure Dakota that I had a security plan already working in my head.

“Thank you, Daddy. I was beginning to worry about two ‘porn’ stars living with us. Does Diane know yet?” she asks.

“Hopefully not. They don’t need that stress on their relationship. John is really trying to be a good boyfriend. He’s just young and occasionally he thinks with the wrong head.” I say to her, smiling. She knows how to read me quite well. She anticipates my needs and wants, both physically and emotionally.

I kiss her, and we get out of the car and head inside.

As we walked into the restaurant, the chatter around the table came to a hush.

“OK, OK, I’m still employed. Everyone need not worry.” I say, smiling.

There seemed to be a huge exhale from everyone. I notice that the two empty chairs, one for me and one for Dakota, had Jennifer on one side and Marcus on the other side.

Just to be an ass, I sat next to Marcus, holding out the chair for Dakota to sit next to Jennifer. I smiled all the way through dinner. I could see Jennifer somewhat fuming that I didn’t sit next to her.

John, being my young protégé, asked the questions everyone wanted to ask but was afraid to do so. “David, what the hell happened? You basically told your boss to fuck off and quit hanging up! What the hell did he say to you to get to that spot? I haven’t seen you so mad since I’ve been lucky enough to hang out with you.”

“OK everyone, please listen. I only want to tell this once. My boss was scolding me for helping the FBI. He doesn’t like them, not even a little. Here my gorgeous wife lays in the hospital in a coma and he wants to scold me like I’m some stupid teenager that stayed out beyond my curfew. I borrowed your favorite word, John, and told him to fuck off and quit. I know, and he knows that I’m under contract and not going anywhere. I am setting things up for his company to make more money than they have ever seen. Divesting the dead wood in the company and acquiring companies that are supremely undervalued. My deal with him was for me to be the face of the company, which helping the FBI got us wonderful FREE advertising. We’ll be in the news cycle for at least a week. Don’t be surprised if our stock goes up somewhere between 5 to 10% on Monday. Are there any questions?” I say, trying to stave off a litany of questions.

No one said a word. Although, I did see John pensively thinking about what I had just told everyone.

I looked around, wondering where Fred was. I asked if Fred had gone to the bathroom. Only John had the guts to tell me that he was probably still sitting in the car.

“What the hell? We wouldn’t even know about this place if it wasn’t for him. Someone please head back out to the car and get his ass to join us for dinner.” I was pretty ticked off that no one said anything to him about joining us.

Darleen popped up and walked out to the limo. Several minutes passed before she finally returned with Fred. While they were still outside, I had everyone scooch over making a spot for him at the table.

As he sat down, everyone greeted him warmly. He thanked everyone for the invite.