CHAPTER EIGHT
Kitty
I can’t believe that actually happened. Gray and I had sex in the furniture store, he plowed me with his fingers, giving me the most delicious orgasm right there on a furniture display. Oh my god, oh my god. What’s happened to me? I used to be shy, good girl Kitty, and now I’m letting strange men fuck me in public places? Oh god.
But the thing is that it was good. It was better than good, it was mind-blowing and staggeringly right. It was fun afterwards, the two of us laughing quietly as we pulled on our clothes, stumbling together towards the door, ignoring the scandalized looks of the staff.
“No worries they’ll get paid,” grunted Gray, not even looking their way.
The salespeople’s eyes bugged out of their head, mouths open as we staggered out of the store.
“But it’s so bad,” I whispered, trying to hide my face against Gray’s shoulder. “It’s so bad. We were so loud,” I whispered again.
That was true. Our initial attempt to be quiet had evaporated in about two seconds. Instead, I’d gone at it like a freakin’ hyena, screaming and groaning, crying out “Gray, fuck me, fuck me!” more than a few times.
But the big man didn’t care at all.
“Naw, no worries little girl. I’m gonna buy everything in the store to make it up to them. It’s not a big deal,” he shrugged. “We need new furniture anyways.”
I gasped, seizing his arm.
“Everything in the store? But- but, that’s so much money!” I stammered.
The big man chuckled deep in his chest.
“It’s not a lot when you’ve got as much as I do,” he tossed off carelessly. “Besides, we have to get that divan now. It’s soaked through with your juices,” he said with a gleam in his eye.
I gaped at him for a moment, but then my sense of humor kicked in.
“And with your semen,” I retorted with a coy smile. “And with gallons of your DNA, it smells like you, Gray.”
The alpha threw his head back and laughed then, flashing even white teeth.
“And my sperm,” he acknowledged. “Absolutely baby, I filled you up until you overflowed.”
My cheeks grew red then, breasts going hot at the memory. Because oh god, yes, there’d been so much male seed. It was everywhere, trailing down my chin, my breasts, covering my little tummy and even dripping down to my puss.
But as we got into the car, I turned to him, eyes wide.
“Gray,” I breathed. “We have to talk.”
Normally words like that put someone on edge, but the billionaire was completely cool and confident, looking over his shoulder as he put the Mercedes in reverse.
“What baby girl? What can Daddy do for you?”
The deep undertone of his voice made me tingle deep inside, pussy starting to sizzle. Stop it Kitty! Went the voice in my head. Be serious, this is a serious topic.
So taking a deep breath, I glanced at him from across the stick shift.
“Daddy, we haven’t been using anything,” I said tentatively. “And I’m not on birth control.”
Gray didn’t even hesitate.
“Yeah that’s perfect because we’re having a dozen kids, remember? We bought two nursery sets just in case.”
The thought of children with this man made my heart flutter. What would it be like to grow heavy with his child? What would it be like to give birth to a little boy with Gray’s blue eyes and black hair, sweet and dimpled? But the voice in my head spoke up again. Stop this shit, it screamed. Stop it, Kitty Jones, you’re nothing but an employee to this guy. So give the fairy tales a break and get with real life.
The pain in my soul stung, but I forced myself to turn and look at the big man again.
“Gray,” I began slowly. “What we have, it’s hot, it’s exciting, but being a parent is completely not part of our contract. Absolutely not,” I said, shaking my head firmly. “So we’ve got to do something. I’ll see the doctor about getting on the pill, but in the meantime, we have to use condoms. We have to.”
Gray’s expression didn’t change, his eyes fixed on the road, but a muscle twitched in that strong jaw involuntarily. Oh god, was I in trouble now?
But he didn’t address the issue head-on.
“So what if you get pregnant?” he asked casually, not even taking his eyes from the road. “So what?”
I gasped. This was not what I expected.
“We have an agreement!” I said, completely stunned. “We get married and then divorced as soon as you get control of The Milano. Don’t you remember? We agreed!” I sputtered.
“Of course I remember,” the big man answered smoothly, raising an eyebrow at me. “I could never forget that pussy fuck in my office, with my mom walking in to boot. But sweetheart, that’s the thing,” he continued. “There was no talk of a baby during that conversation.”
I gapsed at him.
“But wouldn’t a baby be a no-no?” I asked. God, why did I have to use the word “no-no”? It made me sound like child myself, so I took a deep breath and tried again.
“Gray,” I said firmly. “I can’t get pregnant. We can’t get pregnant. We’re getting divorced remember? And if we’re getting divorced, there’s no way we should have a baby together.”
The billionaire just shrugged.
“Maybe I want you as my baby mama,” he growled, throwing me a look, blue eyes flashing. “Maybe what that saleslady said was right. You’re eighteen, ripe and fertile, so why not? You could have a couple of my kids, it’d be no problem.”
I stared at him even as my body thrilled to the idea. Oh god, not just having one of his kids, but a few? Getting pregnant over and over again, that virile sperm seeding my fertile body in perpetuity? God, I wanted it, I absolutely wanted it.
But common sense took over because I frowned then, brown eyes grave. The billionaire was just throwing things out there, none of the words even made sense.
“Gray, please,” I said in a soft voice. “Please be serious. You don’t need a baby mama, I don’t need to be anyone’s baby mama, what we need to do is to use protection. I’ll get on the pill asap, but it takes a while to kick in. So promise you’ll use condoms next time, okay?”
The alpha was silent, staring at the road in front of us, those eyes inscrutable.
“Gray?” I prompted again, this time reaching a hand out to rest on a strong forearm. “Do you promise?”
Looking down at where we touched, those blue eyes blazed as he answered.
“I promise,” he growled, swinging that devastating gaze at me, making me shiver. “If that’s what my baby girl wants, then so be it. I promise.”
I breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, my heart was heavy. Because for a split second there, the clouds had parted and a ray of sunshine had touched my soul. The unthinkable had happened and that was the possibility of children with Gray, and maybe, just maybe, even a future. Could it come true? Could something so amazing happen to a poor girl like me? Oh god, please, yes.
But my inner voice spoke again. You’re just a hired gun, it said scornfully. You’re getting paid just like the thousands of other women who work at his hotel. So don’t get your hopes up. You’re no Cinderella, and Gray’s no prince. Get your head out of the clouds and back to Earth, the voice commanded. Once the alpha gets his money, you’re a goner.
And tears pooling in my eyes, I nodded silently. God, the voice was right. I was a no one, hired to play a role so that the billionaire could fulfill the terms of some godawful will. And once he got what he wanted, I’d be tossed out like yesterday’s trash, my shelf life expired. All this had been made clear from the get go. So why was I hoping? Or more accurately, why did I want to be with Grayson Channing so bad?
I bit my lip and looked out the window, mind whirling this way and that, spinning all sorts of reasons. But I forced myself to stop because it didn’t matter. The boundaries were drawn, every line crystal clear. I was nothing but an actress and once the curtain went down, there was only one way out … the exit.