CHAPTER ELEVEN
Gray
Shit, what the hell happened? One second, Kitty and I were getting it on, no holds barred, balls to the wall. I fucked her in the nursery, making her get on all fours with that whip jammed in her ass. Depraved? Fuck yes. But my baby loved it, that pussy creamed so hard it practically exploded, juices flying everywhere.
Which is why I don’t get it. I know Kitty’s into me, I see the way she looks at my body, those big brown eyes expressive and full. She doesn’t want me to know, but I can tell anyways. Because she’s gone over the edge, she’s in my orbit, worshipping at my feet. So what the fuck is going on?
Because after we had that depraved session in the nursery, the girl up and left. Without a word, without a note, without any indication what she was doing. It was pretty freakin’ rough, coming home after a long day of work, expecting to get fucked and then get fed. Yeah, I’m a simple man, I just need hot pussy and a hot meal to feel satisfied.
But Kitty was nowhere around. I stalked around the apartment, opening doors, looking around corners. What the hell? This is a huge penthouse, but still, there aren’t that many places to hide.
“Kitty,” I ground out. I had a toy in my hand, a giant sized dildo to play with, and I wanted to feed it into that hungry cunt as fast as possible. She could take it, my girl is the stretchy kind and I knew that cunt would eat it up like a hungry slut.
But only echoes replied, my voice bouncing off the white walls. What the fuck? What the fucking hell? There was no way she could be at school, it was already eight p.m. Study group? Naw, she tells me where she’s going and besides, I fuckin’ hated that study group. Three dudes salivating over my pretty girl’s big breasts, that’s what happened during study group.
So I picked up the phone. On some off chance, maybe she was socializing with Rhonda. Again, this is one area where the relationship has gone off the rails. Because we’re fake-married, fake everything, so why the fuck did Kitty and my mom have to get along like a house on fire? It was so perverse, really ironic.
But Rhonda denied seeing my girl.
“No Gray, I haven’t seen your wife,” she said lightly, “Why, how long has she been missing?”
I glanced at my watch.
“Two hours,” I said. I’d talked with Kitty on the phone earlier, so yeah, two hours was about right.
Rhonda burst into peals of laughter.
“You’re overreacting,” she chided merrily. “Two hours doesn’t make for a missing person.”
My brows lowered.
“It does,” I growled insistently. “I know where she goes, she’s my wife for crying out loud.”
Rhonda was silent for a sec.
“Well maybe you should let up a bit,” she said lightly. “Even wives need their freedom you know, you’re acting like a stalker, tracking her every move.”
I shook my head again. Rhonda just doesn’t get it. I’m a Daddy and my wife is my beautiful girl. So this wasn’t stalking, this wasn’t some weird possessive instinct. This is the Channing household, we roll this way.
“Listen Mom,” I ground out. “Just tell me where she is. There’s nowhere for her to go. She gave up her dorm room after we got married, so she’s got no place to live. Oh shit,” I paused hesitating. “Would she stay in a hostel?”
My skin crawled at the thought. Those things are so fucking dirty all the time, with cockroaches and mice, the water contaminated. Not only that, but they’re filled with horny teenage guys, all trying to save a buck while fucking a couple girls at once. So my hackles rose at the thought of my girl in danger. Oh shit, oh shit, I had to save her, I had to find my sweet Kitty and get her pussy out of the line of fire. That cunt belonged to me, and me only, dick stabbing into the air at just the thought of her sweet wetness.
But Rhonda interrupted again.
“Seriously Gray, you’re overreacting. It’s only been two hours, and besides, why would she want to leave? That girl is head over heels in love with you, I see the way she looks at you. She worships the ground you walk on, so why would she take off?”
I grunted.
“Maybe Kitty was kidnapped,” I ground out. The thought made my heart stab with pain, back almost doubling over.
But Rhonda couldn’t see and she chortled with laughter.
“That’s unlikely. The Milano’s filled with security guards, not to mention thousands of video cameras tracking the casino floors. So calm down, son, she’s fine.”
But the thought of that pretty pussy in danger put me on edge, my thoughts swirling, rising to a fever pitch. Shit, my girl needed me, she needed me bad and I blurted out the story to my mom, opening Pandora’s Box.
“I fucked a virgin,” I ground out. “I fucked a virgin, that pussy’s not safe.”
As usual, Rhonda wasn’t surprised by my depravity.
“She’s fine,” my mom said airily. “Kitty’s gonna be fine, don’t worry.”
But the words kept rolling like I couldn’t stop.
“No, you don’t get it,” I rasped harshly. “That pussy is mine, I put my mark on it, I bought it.”
Rhonda rolled her eyes.
“Seriously Gray, you’re so dramatic sometimes. I don’t know where you get this, neither I nor your dad was like this. Calm down. It’s okay, she’s probably just shopping, buying something nice for herself. Kitty deserves it, being married to you.”
But Rhonda was the one who didn’t get it. She thought we were a normal couple, people who went to the movies and held hands while walking down the street.
“No, it’s not that,” I rasped again. “I fucking bought her.”
“Of course you did!” said my mom breezily. “What man doesn’t buy nice things for his woman? That’s the way I taught you, a good wife is worth her weight in gold.”
Clearly, Rhonda was misreading things, and I set it all out, harsh and clear.
“We’re not married,” I ground out. “Or we are, but it’s fake.”
There was a short silence, but then Rhonda spoke.
“I saw your wedding certificate myself, Gray,” she reprimanded gently. “I was at the ceremony, don’t you remember? You absolutely are married. Unless there was some mistake? A typo? You can get that all sorted at the county clerk’s office.”
“No Ma,” I practically roared this time. “It’s Dad’s fucking will. How I couldn’t control the Milano unless I got married. So I did it. I paid Kitty to marry me and we’re getting a divorce in the future. Now that ownership is mine, she’s not gonna be my wife any longer.”
Rhonda was confused now.
“Gray, what are you saying? Did she need a green card? Who is Kitty if you paid her?”
The story came rolling out then, the whole ugly, gruesome thing.”
“She’s a cocktail waitress at that hotel. She’s just some random chick that I picked up, and when we ended up in the office, I decided the girl was perfect for my plan. I needed a wife, and she needed money. What could be simpler?”
But it just ended up confusing Rhonda more.
“Like a mail order bride?” she chirped. “You had a girl delivered?”
I shook my head in frustration.
“Nothing was delivered. We fucked in my office, you burst in on us, remember? You were there. That was the first time I met Kitty too, and inspiration struck. So I paid her a pretty penny to sign the marriage certificate, and the hotel is all mine now. What don’t you get?”
I was sure Rhonda would be shocked and horrified but instead, she was curiously calm.
“So you think Kitty took off because of the divorce? Or because of the marriage?”
“Because of the divorce, of course! She wants to be married to me, like you said, she worships the ground I walk on.”
I shook my head furiously. Suddenly, this was all so fucking confusing because doubts crowded my mind. Did Kitty worship the ground I walked on? Did Kitty love me like that? If she did, then why had she taken off with no notice? Oh shit, suddenly my thoughts were a mass of confusion, gut churning with anxiety. Aw fuck, did I just fuck up mightily? Shit, fuck, shit.
And I could hear Rhonda’s exasperation on the phone.
“Worshipping the ground you walk on is just a figure of speech, Gray. No one does that unless you’re Jesus himself. And frankly, if I were married to you, I’d want a divorce.”
Complete silence for a moment.
“Thanks, Ma, thanks. Real heartwarming.”
“Just saying,” said Rhonda airily. “You’re not exactly a nice person, you know.”
“Of course I’m not nice!” I raged. “I manage an empire, I deal with so much shit that you never see, I can’t afford to be nice. It takes so much out of me to keep this fucking place going, and now I’ve given away the girl I love because of this fucking hotel!”
Suddenly, I realized the words that had come out of my mouth. The girl I loved? What was that? It was like hearing a dog moo, it was so fucking strange.
But as soon as I said it, my gut settled because it was absolutely true. Kitty is my woman, one hundred percent, but even more than that, I’m her man. All my talk about dominating her, possessing her, and making her crawl was just talk. I was the insane one, I was the one going fucking nuts because she’d been gone for two hours. I was the one climbing the walls because I couldn’t locate my beautiful girl, calling my mom for help.
And whaddya know, but at that very moment, the door clicked open and there stood the curvy girl herself, curls bouncing, breasts so fucking delectable. The cell literally dropped from my hand, clattering to the floor but not before I heard the last of Rhonda’s tinny voice.
“If you love her, then show her Gray. Don’t make a real mistake and drive her away. Show her Grayson, she’s worth it.”
And with that, I took a deep breath, blue eyes hungry and needy, eating up the sight of my wife. Because this was my woman, and I wanted her, and I needed her … for keeps this time.