Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Between the two of us, we got her to leave the bedroom and sit with us in the study or the entertainment room to watch movies or play one of the video games.
She was still a little withdrawn, but I could see a vast improvement from the half dead girl I’d found on that farm.
Every night when I put her to bed, she’d hold onto me until I made love to her and she fell asleep in my arms. Still, there was something missing. I guess it was going to take us both some time to get back on track.
Each time I passed the playroom, I felt the pull and was mad at myself for still needing that life. I was tearing myself apart but I could do it for her.
Sometimes while I was fucking her, I’d imagine the things I still wanted to do to her, but I always brought myself back from the brink.
She only called me Callan these days and I hadn’t called her Kitten since I’d brought her home.
In my heart she’d always be my Kitten, but that was part of another life another time.
***
That night, I let her choose her own clothes, she seemed a little hurt by my decision but that couldn’t be right. Of course she chose something I hated but I couldn’t say shit.
It was the damn winter white pantsuit that I’d bought her only because she’d liked it so much and I was such a sap.
She wore her hair up in some sort of twist instead of down the way she knew I liked. I bit my tongue when she asked me how she looked and told her she looked fine.
She was still wearing her collar and I reminded myself that I had to find something to replace it. The thought made me angry for some fucked up reason and I decided to table it for now.
We showed up late purposely and took seats in the back. The show had already started and people were already taking to the podium giving speeches about Marion’s great achievements.
I don’t know how she’d managed to keep news of her sacking private this long but no one here seemed to know that she was unemployed.
She sat up front looking like what the world believed her to be. There were people there from the magazine as they had been invited before everything had gone down.
I wonder what those who really knew her were thinking as they sat there hearing her accolades? At least one person involved wasn’t a fan, because they had allowed Josh to have his five minutes.
That could be because I’d added my weight and told the organizers that it was just a little thank you we’d put together.
When it was time for Josh to do his thing, I thought he would be nervous or wanting to pull out. She was still his mother after all. But I had underestimated his resentment of her he was only too gung ho when the guy signaled him to get ready.
Kitten grabbed my hand and squeezed when he disappeared behind the curtain. She didn’t know what was about to take place but she knew it wasn’t going to be good for aunt Marion.
I couldn’t find it in me to feel sorry for what was about to happen. I’d finally got ahold of the woman that had approached us in the museum.
She was an actress or was training to be one. Marion had approached her with a job offer, convincing the unsuspecting young woman that she was just playing a harmless joke on an old friend.
She was mortified and full of apologies when I told her the truth, but I couldn’t blame her it wasn’t her fault.
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen, none of you here know me so let me introduce myself. I’m the new editor of La Femme magazine.”
I noticed he didn’t give his name just his title, that’s how we’d planned it. Marion might not recognize her son but she sure would recognize his name, the name her aunt and uncle had given him.
“I’m here tonight to honor my mother…” There were a lot of murmurs throughout the room. Many were just realizing that he was claiming the job title that had been Marion’s for the past five years.
Some people sat forward in their seats sensing that something big was about to happen. Marion was looking around at a lost and Kitten was digging her nails into me.
“Most of you know Marion Chester as the vibrant business woman you see here before you tonight. I bet none of you knew she grew up on a dirt farm in rural Nebraska.” The titters were getting louder and all eyes were shifting to the lady of the hour.
“What you farther don’t know, is that little Marion was quite the slut…”