The Domville 8 (The Domville #8 - C. J. Fallowfield

The Domville 8
C.J. Fallowfield
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Foreword
Written as standalone quick erotic reads, The
Domville novellas are usually told in alternating
points of view of the hotel guests and/or staff.
The Domville 8 is written solely from Camilla
Domville’s point of view.
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Dedication
The Domville 8 is dedicated to Jasmine. She reached
out to me over a year ago to tell me that she’d fallen
in love with The Austin Series so much, she just had
to tell me. We became friends and her well-written
and constructive reviews led me to ask her to be one
of my trusted beta readers, then eventually my
proofreader. Her passion for what I’m doing, and for
helping me make my books the best that they can be,
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love than money, and I’ll be forever grateful.
I’m so glad that you reached out to me, Jasmine, and I
hope that we have many more years of friendship,
both personal and professional, ahead of us. Fingers
crossed that when I come across the Atlantic for a
signing in the next few years, we’ll finally get to meet
in person. It’s amazing to think that the book world
can unite people from opposite sides of the globe,
we’re lucky we weren’t born a few decades earlier!
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FOREWORD
DEDICATION
THE HISTORY OF THE DOMVILLE
A BIRTHDAY SURPRISE
HOME SWEET HOME
A LAST DITCH ATTEMPT
FACING DEMONS
GETTING STEAMY
THE NEW YORK DOMVILLE
A NEW START
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The History of The Domville
Mr. Domville
The Domville chain of six star hotels is my pride and
joy. It took me years of hard grafting to build up to the
opening of the flagship hotel in New York, but it set
the benchmark for all other hotels. I now have one in
every major city in the world. All hotels aspire to
offer the level of comfort, service and extra finishing
touches that have become standard in my chain.
Luxury is a word that has become synonymous with
The Domville and I intend for it to stay that way.
Especially in my Signature suites, the crème de la
crème of hotel penthouses, affordable only to the rich
and famous. They are protected by bulletproof glass
and the interiors are adorned with suede and calf
leather walls, eighteen carat gold trim, and priceless
works of art and artefacts. We also only use luxurious
1200 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets,
embroidered with 22-carat gold, at $2,400 a sheet.
What really sets us apart though, are state of the art
heat signature cameras, to enable staff to observe and
come and go undetected, to clean up and replenish
supplies.
My staff are only appointed after a long and vigorous
assessment, our customer service has to be second to
none and when it comes to our Signature suite guests,
nothing is too much trouble. Nothing is impossible.
As for my guests, well they come from all walks of
life, but the one overriding common denominator is
money. My guests are people of means. They pay top
dollar because they expect the best and that’s what
we offer, no exceptions. While my clientele may be
financially secure, it goes without saying that their
private lives can be somewhat risqué. If only I had
normal cameras to capture what really happened in
my hotel suites, then I truly would be the richest man
in the world.
There’s a well-known saying that most definitely
applies to the guests of The Domville, no matter
which country they may be staying in.
No one knows what goes on behind closed doors.
A Birthday Surprise
Camilla
I snorted my last line of cocaine and knocked back
another glass of champagne, trying to remember when
my favorite addictions had become the norm for
breakfast. I’d pretty much spent the last fifteen years
in an alcohol, drug, or sex-fuelled haze, sometimes
all three at once, and what did I have to show for it? I
was in love with a man who loved someone else and
had made his distaste for me abundantly clear. I’d
been the apple of Daddy’s eye for years, he’d have
done anything for me, but since that bitch of a
stepmother, Beatrice, deliberately got herself
pregnant and had a son, Daddy only had eyes for him.
Chaucer fucking Domville, the eight-year-old
stepbrother sent to ruin my life. Every day that
passed, I could feel Daddy drifting further away from
me. He’d become harsh, and I no longer got whatever
I wanted, when I wanted it. He'd started using the
word “no” when I demanded something. In fact, it
was now the most used word in his vocabulary with
me. Chaucer was a love vacuum, sucking all of
Daddy’s love from me and keeping it for himself. Not
to mention my birthright, the billion dollar Domville
hotel chain. I was in competition with a fucking
precocious eight-year-old for my own father’s
affection and my inheritance.
I closed my eyes for a moment as the rage inside
me started to rise. The one thing Daddy hadn’t
begrudged me over the years was a therapist to help
me deal with my “anger management.” Not that I
needed it. Surely everyone had a temper tantrum now
and then, trashed their rooms and broke things? It was
only material damage, it wasn’t like I hurt anyone.
Unless you counted the time I threw a priceless Ming
Dynasty vase out of the fortieth-floor penthouse
window and it landed on a Pekinese pup on the
sidewalk below, missing his owner by an inch.
Nobody saw the irony of a Chinese dog being
flattened by a Chinese vase. I mean, what were the
odds? I giggled to myself as I thought of it. Because
of that one event, my weekly sessions with my
therapist were upped to daily sessions, and I had to
employ inner visualization and breathing technique
crap to keep myself calm when I felt that an
“episode” was coming on. That was pretty much all
of the time around Beatrice and Chaucer, or seeing
Daddy moon over them the way he used to with me. I
jumped as the iPad hooked up to my high-tech
apartment indicated that someone was at the front
door.
‘What is it, Blaine? I’m busy, I need to get ready
for my party,’ I snapped. Daddy’s head of security
looked unapologetic as he stared down the camera.
‘Happy thirtieth birthday, Miss Domville. Your
father has requested that you go to his office.’
‘He has?’ I sat up straight on the sofa, my interest
suddenly piqued. Maybe Daddy had softened and
wanted to spoil me for my big day. I’d had my eye on
a new Ferrari for some months and had been
dropping hints to him.
‘He has,’ Blaine confirmed.
‘Ok, give me a couple of hours to get ready. I have
the team from the spa coming up to get me ready for
my lunchtime party.’
‘I’m under strict instruction that he wishes to see
you immediately, Miss Domville. His time is
limited.’
‘It always is when it comes to me lately,’ I huffed,
tossing my long blonde hair over my shoulder. ‘Come
on in then, I just need to throw on some clothes. I’ve
been lounging around in a v-string, practically naked.
You remember how much you loved me naked?’ I
prodded. I hadn’t had sex for three days. Three damn
days. I was virtually climbing the walls.
‘I’ll wait here,’ Blaine responded, his face
impassive.
‘It’s not like you haven’t seen it all before, Blaine,’
I coaxed. ‘You could see it all now, if you’re quick.’
‘We don’t have that kind of relationship anymore,’
he retorted with an edge of annoyance. ‘You know
very well that you used me when it suited you, then
tossed me aside when you fell for that escort, Logan.
No one else was good enough after him, were they? I
could have been good for you, but all you cared about
was someone with looks and money. Your days of
using me to make yourself feel better are over.’
‘Don’t be like that, Blaine, we had some good
times. It’s not my fault that I can only be seen with
people of a certain social standing, is it? You know
how Daddy is, he’d have sacked you on the spot if
he'd known you were fucking me.’
‘This isn’t something that I ever want to discuss,
Miss Domville, especially not over the intercom
system. You made your feelings on the matter
perfectly clear and I moved on. Please don’t bring it
up again, and don’t make me come in there and drag
you out, which I will if I have to. You have five
minutes to get yourself into some clothes.’
‘Happy birthday to me,’ I muttered snarkily as I
swiped my finger across the screen to cut him off and
tossed the iPad to the side. I sighed and made my way
back to my master suite, throwing on a pair of jeans
and an off-the-shoulder, loose-fit tee. Truth be told, I
missed Blaine. We’d gotten on really well in the
times we’d spent together. Until my “Strangers for the
Night” fantasy with high class escort Logan Steele,
I’d never had sex so good. Damn Logan. If it hadn’t
been for him … he’d ruined me for all other men. No
one stacked up sexually, and sweet as Blaine had
been, he didn’t have Logan’s looks, charm, or
financial status either. Blaine just wasn’t good
enough for me, simple as that. Daddy would never
have approved of him, whereas Logan … yes, I had a
feeling that he’d have loved Logan, assuming he
never realized his former profession as a male fuck-
toy for hire. Was I ever going to get over him? In
spite of how things had turned out with him after that
booking, he was still up on a pedestal, the one to
whom everyone else had to compare, and of course
no one did. And I’d tried plenty since, desperate to
erase him from my memory, but he was in the media
so often now in his new job, I could never escape
him. Neither could my heart.
‘Finally,’ Blaine muttered as I threw open my front
door. His eyes scanned me and his eyebrows raised.
‘Shoes?’
‘I’m only going along the thickly carpeted corridor
to Daddy’s office four doors up, Blaine. It’s not like
we’re leaving the hotel and I’m at risk of shredding
my feet on the sidewalk.’
‘I’d prefer that you put on some shoes, please.’
‘Hmmm, which shoes to wear with my carefully
thought out ensemble?’ I mused, putting a finger to my
lips. ‘I’m sure you won’t mind telling Daddy that you
kept him waiting because I had a footwear-related
dilemma?’
‘Fine, have it your way,’ Blaine responded, the
muscles in his jaw tightening immediately. ‘Bag?’
‘Don’t need it,’ I retorted as I sashayed off up the
corridor, feeling the effects of my latest hit starting to
wake me up. I grinned to myself as I heard him mutter
something behind me. If he was going to torment me
by refusing to fuck me again, I could torment him in
return. I eyed up two of the security team in their
uniforms, flanking the double doors to Daddy’s
office, and my heart started racing with excitement.
What present could he possibly have in there for me
that needed him to position security guards outside
his own office? The entire floor had more protection
than Fort Knox and only housed his office, private
suite, and the finance team’s offices, along with my
own apartment, which had been converted from a
number of suites to give me plenty of space for
parties and sleepovers. I threw the doors open and
virtually skipped into Daddy’s enormous office to see
him standing with his back to the doors, both hands in
his pockets, as he stared out at the view over
Manhattan and Central Park. I suddenly wanted to run
to him, to throw my arms around him and have him
hug me back the way he used to. I missed him so
much, but the strain in our relationship over the last
few years held me back.
‘Miss Domville, Sir,’ Blaine announced, as I came
to an abrupt halt halfway across the room and
clasped my hands in front of me, suddenly feeling on
edge. I could sense the tension radiating off Daddy
from where I was standing.
‘Thank you, Blaine, I’ll call you when I need you,’
Daddy replied without looking around at us. I waited
until Blaine had left the room, and when Daddy made
no move to say anything or turn to face me, I broke
the awkward silence.
‘Daddy?’
‘Take a seat please, Camilla.’
‘I can’t be long, I have my party to get ready for,’ I
reminded him.
‘Yes, your party,’ he nodded as he slowly turned to
face me, a frown etched onto his handsome face.
‘Remind me, which number is this one?’
‘My thirtieth, Daddy. Surely you haven’t
forgotten?’
‘No, Camilla, I haven’t,’ he replied, undoing his
jacket button as he sank down into his leather chair,
leaving his imposing mahogany desk between us.
‘How could I forget the day you were born? Thirty
years ago today, I lost the love of my life, your
mother, in childbirth. Trust me, I’ll never forget your
birthday.’
‘Daddy,’ I gasped, feeling incredibly hurt. ‘How
could you be so cruel to bring that up today? You
haven’t even wished me a happy birthday!’
‘Sometimes we have to be cruel to be kind,
Camilla. Take a seat, please,’ he ordered again, with
a gesture of his hand. ‘When I asked what number it
was, I was referring to the fact that you’ve already
had numerous parties to celebrate your thirtieth in the
last few weeks. I was asking what number today’s
would have been.’
‘It’s not like I can’t afford them,’ I responded with
a roll of my eyes, as I found my feet annoyingly doing
his bidding and taking me to the chair directly
opposite him. And what did he mean, would have
been?
‘But that’s just the point, isn’t it, Camilla. You
don’t afford them, I fund them. You’re thirty years
old, and you’ve never earned a single cent in your
life. You blew through your mother’s inheritance
before you were even twenty-five and with your
various … addictions,’ he waved his hand in the air
as a look of distaste crossed his face, ‘you can’t even
manage on the generous monthly allowance that I give
you. Not to mention that you live rent free in a
luxurious suite with a maid, butler, chauffeur, and
personal chef.’
‘But Daddy …’ I pulled my well-practiced pout
and on-tap watery eyes, that always used to break
him. I could twist him around my little finger once.
He’d doted on me, he’d have done anything for me.
He used to call me “Princess” and now I was plain
old “Camilla,” which really stung. If I had to resort to
old tactics, I would. I didn’t like where this
conversation was going, and I needed to pull out all
of the stops to salvage what little relationship we had
left.
‘No!’ he barked, banging his fists down onto his
polished wooden desk. ‘Enough, Camilla! I’ve had
enough of your childish behavior and tantrums,
always expecting to get your own way, for me to bail
you out of whatever mess you’ve gotten yourself into.
Chaucer’s the only child in my life now so I’d expect
it from him, but you’re an adult and it’s time I
stopped enabling you and treated you like one.’
‘Daddy, what are you saying?’ The tears stinging
my eyes were suddenly no longer fake.
‘I can’t do this anymore, Camilla. I can’t sit back
and watch you living your life like this, can't keep
worrying that Blaine is going to come and tell me that
he’s found you dead from an overdose, or that this
bulimia of yours has damaged your insides. I should
have stepped in earlier, forced you to take some
damn responsibility for yourself, but I loved you too
much. I felt that I was letting you down, so I tried so
hard to give you everything to make up for not having
your mother in your life. I realize now what a mistake
that was.’
‘Daddy, please, you’re being so harsh. It’s my
birthday!’ I cried.
‘Which is why you’re here,’ he sighed, leaning
back in his chair and scrubbing his hands over his
face. ‘I’m giving you a birthday present that I should
have done the minute I realized how bad your drug
addiction had gotten.’ He shook his head as he looked
at me, a sea of nerves suddenly swirling in my
stomach. Why could I see that Ferrari I’d been
dreaming of roaring off into the sunset? He reached
out one of his hands, his long fingers pressing the
intercom on his desk. ‘Blaine, we’re ready for you.
Have the professionals on standby outside, just in
case.’
‘Daddy?’ I tested, my voice shaking as I gripped
the arms of the chair and quickly stood up, looking
behind me to see Blaine and the two security guards
step inside, close the door, and fold their arms across
their broad chests as they blocked my only exit. A
football linebacker wouldn’t get past those three, let
alone a wasted size six girl.
‘Trust me when I tell you that no matter how hard
this is going to be for you, it’s not a fraction of how
hard it is for me to do this to my own daughter, let
alone on her special birthday. This is an intervention,
Camilla. Blaine and the team are taking you directly
to The Sanctuary, an exclusive rehab centre in The
Hamptons. On advice of your current therapist, and
after meetings with the team at the clinic to discuss
your history, I’m admitting you for a minimum of a
year. You won’t be allowed to leave the complex
under any circumstances until they deem you fit to do
so.’
‘Daddy,’ I choked, stumbling backwards as my legs
gave way under me. Rehab? Now?! Tears streamed
down my face as I looked over at him.
‘It’s for your own good, Camilla,’ he replied,
shaking his head with what looked like genuine tears
in his eyes.
‘No, I won’t go, you can’t make me go!’ I yelled,
the anger I’d squashed down earlier suddenly
bubbling in my core, making its presence known.
‘You don’t have a choice. Blaine and his team are
under instruction to take you by any means necessary.
The center has also sent a specialist team that are
used to handling clients who aren’t willing to go
voluntarily. They’ll step in if need be, but I want you
to be an adult about this and go without causing a
scene.’
‘Fuck you!’ I hissed, backing away from Blaine
and his henchmen, who were advancing on me.
‘Camilla, please go peacefully, if not for me, for
you.’
‘Beatrice,’ I hissed as I reached up to grasp my
hair close to my scalp and pulled it hard. My anger
was suddenly gaining momentum. My blood was
boiling in my veins, threatening to scorch everything
around me. That bitch was behind this, trying to ruin
my special day, get me out of the way while she
drove an even bigger wedge between me and Daddy.
‘I don’t know what your stepmother has ever done
to you for you to hate her so much. She’s tried
everything in her power to take you under her wing
and treat you as her own. Your mother would turn in
her grave if she could see what you’ve become.
She’d never forgive me for letting you slide this far,
for not toughening up and showing you some tough
love sooner.’
‘Love?!’ I screamed, my body trembling with fury.
‘What do you know of love? You haven't shown me
any for years. I was your princess, until she came
along, until that … fucking kid!’
‘Enough,’ Daddy roared, leaping up from his seat
as a red mist of rage clouded my vision. ‘I understand
that you’re scared, angry, and upset, but I won’t
tolerate your hatred of your brother any longer.
Whatever you believe, Camilla, you have my love,
but you’ve lost my respect and my trust...