Calvin Simms

Some months earlier, one of the asses whom Shaiana intended to rock had been quivering with violent fury as its owner, Calvin Simms, came to the shocking realization that he, the ultimate manipulator, the man who with a single glance knew a person better than they knew themselves, had been had. Calvin always believed that he could read anybody. Anybody, it now turned out, except the woman he had married.

‘A divorce? ’ he stuttered.

‘Yays, Calvin, ’ his beautiful American bride of just two weeks drawled in her sexy, sultry Southern accent. ‘Ah want a dee-vorce. ’

They were standing in the hallway of the vast detached mansion in Belgravia that Calvin had assumed would be his and Dakota’s marital home. Numerous items of matching luggage surrounded them. The two drivers who had helped them into the house had only just closed the front door behind them. He had carried her over that threshold not two minutes before. His passport was still in his pocket, he still had sunscreen on his neck, he was still wearing shorts and sandals, which made him feel particularly ridiculous in the light of the shocking revelation that the honeymoon was most definitely over.

‘We’ve only been married a fortnight! ’ he protested.

‘Way-ll, believe me, darlin’, it felt lahk a ye-ah, ’ Dakota purred.

‘Why bother with the fucking honeymoon then? Why not dump me outside the church? ’

‘Gotta consummate, pussycat. Cain’t have you claimin’ Ah withheldma fay-vers an’ gettin’ a judge to declare our nerptuals null an’ void. ’

Like a big win on a fairground coin cascade, the pennies in Calvin’s head were tumbling down. That was why she had made such a racket in the sack! Screaming and shouting and beseeching the Lord Almighty to give her strength. She’d never made love that noisily when they were courting. In fact previously she had been rather clinical in her approach to sex, which, being a very busy man, Calvin had always appreciated. Suddenly, however, she’d seemed to feel the need to let the whole world in on her exertions. There had been complaints from other guests, and Calvin had been forced to book the surrounding rooms and compensate a middle-aged couple who claimed to have had no sleep at all. He had wanted to honeymoon in one of his many holiday mansions but Dakota had insisted on their staying in a very public hotel. Now he knew why.

‘Ah do believe eva’body in tha whole o’ Venice knows how insatiablyyou used ma poh weak body, Calvin. Ah wuzlil’ more than a sweet young virgin chilean’ you done jes about furked me intah a coma. ’

Calvin stared at his wife. There were many ways one might have chosen to describe her, but ‘sweet young virgin child’ was not one of them. Thirty-four years old, well over six feet tall, glamorous, sophisticated and now, it turned out, cunning as a snake. They bred them tough, those girls of the Confederate aristocracy. It had after all been only six generations since their great-great-great-great-grannies had been left with nothing but their looks and their well-bred gentility to survive in a cruel new world.

‘Ahm dee-vorcin’ you, honey, ’ Dakota purred. ‘An’ Ahmfilin’ in tha city of Angels, which means o’course Ah git half. ’

Calvin’s mind was reeling. Could she do it? A two-week marriage, for heaven’s sake. Half? Surely not.

‘On what grounds? ’ he asked.

‘Mental cruelty. ’

‘Mental cruelty! ’ Calvin exploded.

‘Uh-huh. ’

‘When was I ever cruel to you? ’ he protested.

‘You ain’t bin, honey, ’ceptin’ boring me half tuh death ’bout how clever you are an’ all, ’ Dakota sneered. ‘We both know thay-at. But fortunately for me nobody else knows it, an’ since you have so carefully curl-tivated an image as tha nastiest, cruellest, most brutalman on television, Ah don’t imagine that a deevorce court will need merch persuasion tah believe that you treat yo’ sweet virginal bride tha same as you treat yo’ dumb contestants. ’

Realizing he was still holding his cabin baggage in his hand, Calvin put it down on the polished marble floor.

‘Shall we go in and sit down? ’ he suggested.

‘Nuh. Ahmleavin’, ma car’s outside. ’

‘What? Immediately? ’

‘Sooner if possible. ’

‘Have you been planning this from the start? ’ Calvin asked.

‘O’ course. ’

‘The very start? Three years ago? ’

‘Uh-huh. ’

‘You mean you never loved me at all? ’

‘Duh! ’

Calvin’s mind was filled suddenly with memories of their courtship. That spilt glass of champagne at the Versace show which had first led him to talk to her. . .

‘Ah am so sorry, suh! Did Ah wet yo’ pants? Ain’t I a fumhle-fingers? ’

Had she engineered it? She had seemed so disarmingly frank and honest at the time, so cool and assured, wiping him down with a napkin and giggling in that confident, proud way that girls of the Southern aristocracy seemed to perfect in the cradle. It couldn’t have been a set-up. And yet it seemed it had been.

‘What about the Bay of Biscay? You really didn’t love me then? ’

‘Double duh! ’

The sunset had been so fabulous and they had found themselves alone and she had said she loved him. That was when he had proposed.

‘Please, Calvin, ’ Dakota said, sounding almost bored. ‘Don’t look so downhearted. After all, honey, you never lerved me. ’

Actually this was true, although he hadn’t realized she had been aware of it. He had never really loved anyone but he had liked her enormously.

‘Of course I loved you! Why else would I marry you? ’

‘Same reason Ah married you, Cotton Candy. Ta gitsermthin’ you didn’ haive. You wan’ed a wahf. You’d dern your bachelor thing. Yew wan’ed a beautiful wahf. Fer kids, fer premiè res, ta make your parents happy. Ta git rid of all those gay rumours once an’ fer all. ’

Calvin could only gape. She was articulating his inner thoughts better than he had done himself. It was true: at forty-two, obsessed with work and dripping with wealth, he had decided that a witty, intelligent, glamorous companion of childbearing age was what he required to complete his carefully constructed life. At the wedding, when they had the famous reading from The Prophet about twin pillars, Calvin had thought it very apt, for what he wanted most from his life companion was support, support that would enable him to continue unhindered with his world-conquering career. Now it turned out that instead of a pillar to prop up his life, he had got himself a wrecking ball to smash it to bits.

Remembering the wedding day brought another thought to his mind.

‘You do realize Hello! magazine is going to want its money back, don’t you? ’

Dakota assumed an expression of infinite superiority.

‘Ah have always despised yo’ common and grubby side, Calvin. Thankfully Ah no longer have ta bear it. Ah’ll see you in Californ-yuh! ’

The beautiful, stately ‘blonde bombshell’, as the papers had not been able to resist calling her, turned on her four-inch heels and laid her hand on the door handle.

‘You’ll never get half, ’ Calvin shouted. ‘Not even in California! ’

Dakota turned back to look at him once more.

‘Ah will git half, Calvin. Ahhaive bin made a fool of. Ah wuz se-dooced bayo’ charms into sur-rrenduhrin’ mahself. Se-doocedba a may-un, a dirty English may-un who then brutalized me and shamed me unnatterally. ’

‘You wouldn’t claim that? ’

‘Ah would, Calvin honey! Ah’ll say you demanded unnatteral acts an’ when Ah refused that you beat me! ’

‘You can’t! It’ll be your word against mine! ’

‘Exactly! Tha word of a sweet tearful Southern Baptist girl aginsttha word of the most famous bastard in the world! Smug, sneerin’ ol’ Mr Mean from tha biggest show on TV. No jury in America is gonna have any trerrblebelievin’ that you tried to stick yo’ nasty Englishrapier where no Christian wahf should let it be sterck. ’

‘This is outrageous! It’s theft, pure and simple. You are trying to steal from me. ’

‘Oh, come on, Calvin, yo’ a thief yo’self. Why, evabody knows that Chart Throb is jest X Factor with differen’ judges. Nastier judges. Much nastier judges. You stole it! An’ now Ah’mstealin’ from you. ’

If Dakota had been attempting to make Calvin even angrier she was certainly succeeding, for this was his sore spot, the one fly in the sweet ointment of his vast fame and wealth. There could of course be no doubt that Calvin’s show, Chart Throb, the latest in a whole series of wildly successful television talent shows, had been lifted pretty much wholesale from the shows that preceded it. Calvin never denied it, nor that he had cast himself in the Simon Cowell mould as the rude, acerbic English judge. Nor did he deny that he had gone out of his way to recreate the elements that made up a successful judging panel. He had hunted down a mumsy reality TV star with a publicly dysfunctional family. He had found himself a pleasant-faced pop professional who had been looking for television exposure. He had studiously recreated all the elements that had made X Factorsuch a triumph, and had been so successful in doing so that Chart Throb had eventually eclipsed the original model. This was the point that Calvin never tired of explaining to people. It wasn’t that he had done anything new, only that he had done it better.

‘There is nothing new anyway, ’ Calvin protested. ‘I didn’t rip off anything that hadn’t been ripped off before. X Factor was just Pop Idol and Pop Idol was just Pop Stars, which started in New Zealand as it happens, and it all comes from New Faces and Opportunity Knocks. . . ’

‘Whatevah, Calvin! ’

‘No! Not whatever! Rob me if you like but I’m not having you insult me like this. The reason my show’s the most successful is because I’m the best at doing it! Why do you never hear about X Factor any more? Because of me. I’m the King now, because I do things my way! ’

‘OK. So you’re better than the last guy at bein’ a rude, sarcastic lil’ shit on camera. Big deal, Calvin, whoopidingdong. ’

‘There’s a world more to it than that and you know it, ’ Calvin snapped. ‘It’s what I do behind the scenes that makes me the best. I have the touch. I understand the process. When it comes to manipulating the public I am fucking Goebbels, mate. I make the fiction real. Nobody gets it like I get it. ’

‘Goebbels, eh? ’

‘Yes, Goebbels. ’

‘Yo’ mother must be very proud. ’

Yet again Dakota turned on her heel to leave, but Calvin grabbed her arm.

‘All right, darling! ’ he said. ‘How about this? You want half of everything I’ve earned? ’

‘Tha’sraht, Calvin. Ah do, an’ Ahmgonnagit it too. ’

‘How about I give you a chance to get all of it? ’

Dakota leaned against the front door.

‘Ahmlistenin’. . . ’

‘You say Chart Throb is just a rip-off. That I’m just another rude English guy who got lucky. I say I bring a unique talent to my show. I say it’s what I do behind the cameras that matters. . . ’

‘Ah know, Calvin. You never tire of tellin’ me. ’

‘Well, we’re currently doing the preliminary vetting sweep for the new series of Chart Throb. I challenge you to name a ringer. Put up anyone you like and I will ensure that they win the competition. If I succeed, you walk away with nothing. If I lose, you get it all. ’

Dakota looked thoughtful, clearly taken by surprise. This was a bold challenge indeed, much bolder than anything she might have been expecting.

‘Ah cain choose anybody? ’

‘Well, they have to be British or Irish. . . and not a paedophile. Even I couldn’t swing a Gary Glitter! ’

‘Thait’syo’ only stipulation? ’

‘Yep. Put up anybody you like, except a paedophile, and I will turn them into this year’s Chart Throb. ’

‘Well, Ah must say, this does appeal ta ma gamin’ instincts. ’

‘Thought it might. ’

Dakota’s family, among other things, bred horses and twice a horse named in her honour had won the Kentucky Derby.

‘O’ course Ah couldn’t allow you ta weight the other candidates. ’

‘What? You mean pick eleven other people with even less chance of winning than the one you nominate? I could do that, I suppose, but it would make a pretty shitty show. Let’s say this last year Chart Throbaveraged eight and a half million viewers. If we drop below eight this time, even once, I lose the bet by default. ’

‘You’d risk everythin’ on this, Calvin? ’

‘I’m risking nothing. I know I can win. I’ll give you a day to nominate your ringer. ’

‘Well. OK then. Ah accept yo’ bet. An’ Ah don’t need a day to choose either. Ah’vealreadydecided. ’

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