After re-working some of my older stories I have received a few emails about re-working this one.

This is a story which I wrote in 2013 after a horrible break up. The chapters especially later on are very detailed and can be quite upsetting. These were the feelings which I channeled into this story from my bad relationship. If you are a person who isn't into the heavy type of story then I guess this isn't for you. There is also a lot of erotic, nude descriptions as the story unveils, again, I hope this isn't too much.

For the rest, I guess I hope you will remain interested and even though some of you may have read this a couple of years ago, I have re-worked quite a lot of it.

I want to thank you for reading.

Chapter one: Hockley Steel

Smoke filled the lungs of the men working hours upon hours in the steelworks for less than nothing. Rose spent her days doing very little, she switched between reading and cross stitching. A skill she had very little need for but this was something to occupy her mind. Every few moments she would stop to contemplate her month long marriage to Cal. They had met the previous summer at a garden party, she could still smell the rose which he had thrust into her hands. He had told her she was beautiful and she had fallen in love with him. Or so she thought. Marriage was a fantasy in her head and now the reality had kicked in. She was lonely.

He had told her she was beautiful, the words no man had ever told her before. His eyes were a chocolate brown; so enticing and powerful. People feared him but she didn't and that made her feel safe. By the end of the first evening, she had been smitten with Caledon Hockley and within weeks they were married. She had fell in love with him. He made her feel as though she was the only one and that love really did conquer all. It was only just after their wedding, she realised just how suffocating it was. Parties were arranged around her, meetings with ladies she barely knew, where of course all they spoke of was having children. Rose had sipped her tea quietly while her mother predicted the news of a baby would be arriving soon. She wasn't even a person now but just a baby making machine.

Then came the honeymoon-a week in New York City. Not the most romantic but still, it was enough for her to become excited about. Then she had sat in a hotel room as Cal attended meetings, calling upon her presence in the evening to accompany him to balls and dances. He paraded her from one man to the next making her feel like prized cattle. She wore only the finest dresses, beautiful jewellery and was on the arm of her husband so why wasn't she happy? Cal's affection was limited to the bedroom. She had not yet figured out what sex was. Lovemaking was supposed to be true and intimate. Cal barely kissed her.

Putting down her stitching, Rose went to the window for the 100th time that day. Men crawled around the place, dirty and sweaty as she sat gazing down at them in her $1000 Lucille pale pink dress. She curled the ends of her hair, around and round her index finger as she watched them work for a living. She was utterly bored of sitting and looking pretty. Her mother was at one of her meetings. Why did ladies take such pleasure in such things? With a gasp and an idea, she ran out of her bedroom and down the spiral staircase grabbing her day hat and kimono shaped coat.

The ironworks was a major industry. The central figure of Pittsburgh was Andrew Carnegie and now followed closely by Hockley steel. They concentrated on government contracts, such as ships and naval armour, and on construction beams, especially for skyscrapers and bridges. Cal was hard as work as he was every day determined to help her father become the biggest and the best.

Four huge smokestacks spewed out smoke, Rose watched in awe of the men who worked as she made her way to her husbands office. The huge open hearth furnace which melted the iron, the hot gases which melted the pig iron which was rolling on the tracks of the pig bed. This wasn't a place for any woman. It was obviously a man's job and by the looks of it, no woman would ever be welcome here...

She walked slowly and calmly. She suddenly felt self conscious as the workers seemed to stop what they were doing to catch a glimpse of her. To them, she was a princess, royalty sat high in the castle above their heads. They stared openly at her; some with resentment but mostly with awe. They had not met her but they knew who she was. Some even removed their caps as they worked, to pay their respects to which she smiled gratefully but uncomfortably. She connected eyes with a man who stood in the shadows, with out his cap. His face was expressionless, not like the others. He was unable to take his eyes off of her. They stood almost across from each other, his body hidden by other men at work but had soon forgotten her presence. She glanced at the ground, stepping over the tracks but soon could feel his gaze still on her.

He watched her unpin her elaborate hat, shaking a few straws free from her heavily pinned up hair. The pins digging into her head like nails. He was riveted by her and there was something about him too. Something sincerely intense. He was tall amongst the other workers, beads of sweat visible on his forehead. She found herself biting her lip as she walked, treading carefully to not trip in her heels. This place was obviously not suitable for a lady. She found her way to the back and continued until she found her husbands office.

After quickly straightening out his black suit, Cal answered the door of his office to find his wife there.

''Rose!'' He exclaimed so openly shocked to see her. ''What are you doing here, I told you I-''

''Can a woman not visit her husbands office?''

She placed her hat on the dark oak desk, glancing around having never seen his place of work. She curled her finger around beckoning him to her. She kissed him tenderly, but he returned the favour so much rougher. She needed some excitement in her life, she traced a finger down his shirt. He was aroused immediately but he knew they could be seen at any moment.

''Oh Rose, I love your fire but you do need to suppress it more.'' Her weak smile faded. He kissed her again, open mouthed and forcefully.

A knock sounded on the door and Cal fixed his shirt and wiped his mouth.

''Yes?'' He shouted, sitting back behind his desk. A man entered the office, it was the one who made eye contact with her. Now in full light she caught a proper glimpse of him.

His eyes fell on Rose first. ''Oh sir, I'm sorry I didn't know you had company-''

''What do you want then, Dawson?''

He spoke but his eyes never left Rose's. ''I've finished for the day.''

Rose slid off the edge of Cal's desk and took a few steps toward Jack. He was no more than twenty. His face so beautiful she wanted to touch it, no matter how dirty it was. His eyes were a piercing blue. Ones so intense she could feel them burn right through her.

''Do you not introduce your wife to guests?'' She tutted at Cal. He was furious, she was embarrassing him with her fiery nature. The one he so needed to suppress. ''Hello, my name is Rose Hockley and I am Cal's wife.''

She even held out her hand to him. He tried to wipe his hands down his trousers to make them cleaner but it didn't work. He glanced to Cal as if checking it was alright to touch his property.

''I'm Jack. Jack Dawson.'' He mumbled. Rose let go of his hand and took a few steps backwards. ''Well I better go, I'm going to walk through the rose fields.'' He took a long last lingering look at Rose.

''Goodbye.''

He closed the door with a click and she didn't take her eyes from the door for a few moments later. There was something about him, something so tempting.

''Why introduce yourself to those rats out there, Rose?''

Smiling a sweet smile, she placed her hands flat on his desk. The desk which was full of awards, papers and all sorts of a mess to establish that he was indeed someone important. Stuff which meant nothing to Rose. She leaned over the desk to him, their faces close.

''Because I want him to know I am your wife.'' She whispered. He bought this and he kissed her back, this time a little more tenderly but still it felt loveless.

''You are mine, Mrs. Hockley.''

He grabbed her hands a little rough for her likening but she still smiled instead of wincing. She freed her hand, placing it on his lips.

''Save it for later, Sir.'' She pulled away from him. ''I must catch up on some reading.''

He stood from his desk, straightening out the suit which he paid so much money for but would destroy in an instant to have sex with his wife in the office. He tried to conceal his erection but it was useless. He sat back at his desk, smirking the way he did.

''Will you come to me tonight?''

''Of course, Cal.''

''You promised such things three evenings ago and I find you asleep.'' He pointed out.

''That was because of the previous nights exertions.'' She fastened her coat.

''They were tremendously tiring.'' He raised his eyebrows. He loved her flirting, the way she spoke to him. He loved every inch of her and her beauty. She was perfect to him.

''They were. Which is why I must go now.''

''Goodbye Rose.''

She clicked the door closed. She rolled her eyes, feeling as though she had just come off stage after a great performance. She expected an audience to break into a rowdy applause instead she was met with a back wall. She felt exhausted, her whole life was a play where she was the happy doting wife of Caledon Hockley and who would tend to his every need. But he failed to notice she was a woman, a woman with needs. She was curious and fiery. She needed to explore the surroundings not sit within the same house with the same walls for company. That was prison. She had committed no crime except believing herself to love Cal Hockley.

Of course she had no intentions of going home. She was going to the place where her mother had warned her as a child not to visit, where all the childhood tales of ghosts and demons were based and the place where Jack Dawson said he would walk home. The rose fields.