The Domville 4: The Domville, #4

By C.J. Fallowfield

Romance with a twist

 

Charles Ponsonby III has lineage that dates back to the War of the Roses. A successful merchant banker, he works in the Far East, securing and managing high net worth clients for his prestigious firm. Moving from one Domville hotel to another, rarely returning home to England, he seeks his pleasure where he can find it, always keeping it casual.

 

While in Hong Kong, his self-control is tested by a stunning maid assigned to his suite, who plays hard to get. By the time he gets her between his sheets, he's fallen for her harder than he ever expected. But are her feelings for him genuine, or does she simply see him as her golden ticket to a future in England?

When hidden truths are finally revealed it changes everything for him.

 

The Domville 4 is the fourth in a series of standalone hot reads that take part in the exclusive six-star hotel chain. They are told in alternating points of view of the hotel guests and/or staff.

 

All of them can be read as standalone stories in which ever order you choose. Not all of them are guaranteed a happy ever after, and some cover topics and push boundaries that I felt strongly enough about to explore.

• Language: English
• Publisher: C.J. Fallowfield
• Release date: Jun 16, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393627593

C.J. Fallowfield

C.J. Fallowfield writes novels that will leave you hot under the collar one moment, have you crying with laughter the next, before she rips your heart out and then slowly rebuilds your faith in a happy ever after. She is an Amazon #1 UK and international bestselling author of contemporary humorous erotic romance novels, and released her debut novel in January 2014. C.J. lives in the beautiful Welsh countryside with her significant other, and two much loved tuxedo pets, Mr. Pumpkin, feline of mass destruction, and Waffle, the boisterous cockerpoo. She has a myriad of titles under her belt, under two pen names, and is proud to be both an independent, and traditionally published, author. Her website the most comprehensive information about her, as well as her current and up and coming releases.  Her sweeter alter-ego, Charlotte Fallowfield, is an Amazon UK top 50 bestselling author who writes romantic comedy novels. Her titles have hit the Amazon #1 bestseller charts internationally for romantic comedy, humour, and contemporary romance.  C.J. is represented by Meire Dias of The Bookcase Literary Agency. All publishing enquiries should be directed to her at: [e-mail]

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The Domville 4

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Imprint

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eBook ISBN - 9781393627593

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This is a work of fiction. Any similarity between the characters and situations within its pages and places or persons, living or dead, is unintentional and co-incidental.

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I am a British author and write in British English, unless writing from an American point of view, where I will use American spellings and slang.

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Foreword

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Written as standalone quick hot reads, The Domville novellas are told in alternating points of view of the hotel guests and/or staff. All of them can be read as standalone stories in which ever order you choose.

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Not all of them are guaranteed a happy ever after, and some explore topics and push boundaries that I felt strongly enough about to explore.

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Dedication

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The Domville 4 is dedicated to Laura Shelnutt.

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Table of Contents

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The Domville 4

Foreword

Dedication

Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Alana

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

About the Author

Newsletter & Free eBook

C.J. Fallowfield’s Book Club

Table of Contents

Prologue

The History of The Domville

Mr. Domville

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The Domville chain of six star hotels is my pride and joy. It took me years of hard work 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.

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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, 18-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 that enable staff to observe and come and go undetected as they clean up and replenish supplies.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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No one knows what goes on behind closed doors.

Chapter One

Charles Ponsonby

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I rapped my Tibaldi Crew 60th white gold fountain pen impatiently on the blotting paper pad in front of me. Only forty of these pens had been made worldwide, and of course I’d had to have one. As a key portfolio director for one of the largest banks in the world, appearance was everything. Saville Row bespoke tailored three-piece suits, handmade leather Oxfords, pure silk ties, platinum cufflinks, and a designer watch. All of these gave my clients the confidence that I knew how to play the markets. If I could afford these expensive and exclusive touches, they knew that one day, if they trusted me with their funds, so would they. Dealing with men and women of means, first impressions were key. The fact that God, and genetics, had seen fit to bless me with my title of Charles Ponsonby III, baby-faced good looks, and a ripped physique, only added extra gravitas to my persona.

I’d grown up on the family estate in Berkshire and attended Eton, before studying Economics and Finance, to Master's Degree level, at the London School of Economics and Political Science. I’d been headhunted for this position before I even submitted my final thesis. A very enticing financial package working in the Far East, a permanent penthouse suite in the six-star Singapore Domville hotel, suites reserved for me in the Domville chain whenever I had to visit other cities and, of course, all travel either chauffeur driven or by private jet, had meant that taking the job had been a no brainer. My girlfriend at the time, Carly, hadn’t been quite as enthusiastic about the amount of time I was going to spend out of the country. At twenty-four years of age though, it had been an offer far too tempting to resist.

Five years later, I could honestly say I’d never regretted it for a single moment. Not only did I have all the money and the trappings to go with it, I had so much freedom out here. I’d always had a thing for Asian beauties. There was just something about their petite frames, dark hair and skin, and gorgeous almond-shaped eyes that made me so much harder than Western women. Given I was six foot three in stature, had the build of a professional rugby player, and was blessed with blond hair and blue eyes, I stood out, so my appeal here was certainly enhanced. Add in the fact that they were generally so much more subservient and compliant, compared to the English women with serious attitudes and forceful opinions that I was used to, I was right where I wanted to be. I checked my watch and frowned. Where the hell was my junior personal assistant, Sai? She was the reason for my pen tapping, I’d called her to come in over five minutes ago. I pressed the intercom on my desktop phone.

‘Sai, my office immediately please,’ I barked.

‘Sai very busy, Mr. Ponsonby,’ she responded, a touch of annoyance in her voice.

I raised my eyebrows. She’d worked for me for four years, after I’d realised my own assistant Zena was so busy, she needed an assistant of her own. Zena had already attended business school, where one of the modules was English, and her vocabulary, grammar, and accent were impeccable. Sadly poor Zena wasn’t exactly easy on the eye. Sai, on the other hand, hadn’t been taken on for her skills on her curriculum vitae. I’d found myself drawn to the tiny beauty from Thailand and she made my busy working days far more entertaining and relaxing. Having some eye candy around was great for my productivity, in more than one area.

I was paying for her to attend English classes at night, and she’d improved considerably since she started, but was nowhere near Zena’s standard. For this reason, she did more of the menial day-to-day tasks, using