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)
When I saw that I would make my way to her side and extricate her from whatever situation she was in that was making her uncomfortable.
“Let’s dance.” I took her into a dark corner of the dance floor where I could hold her close out from under the watchful eye of the rest of the room’s occupants.
“Are you having fun Kitten?” I held her close with my nose buried in her ear just swaying to the music. She felt perfect in my arms and of course my dick was pushing against my fly, he’d sniffed her scent and was ready to go. It had been hours since he’d gotten wet inside her and he was making his presence known.
“Yes sir, though I had no idea it was going to be like this. I wish momma and daddy were here to see it. My face plastered all over the walls of the Plaza hotel, it’s almost like a dream. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, and we’ll be sure to send them pictures, maybe we’ll have them out for the weekend some time soon, if you think your dad will leave the farm.”
“Oh really, could we?” she forgot herself for a moment and covered my face in kisses. “Oops sorry, forgot where we were.”
“That’s okay Kitten, you may kiss me anytime you wish.” She hugged me closer and seemed a little more relaxed.
We stayed there through two more songs before I was dragged away to talk shop and it was at that moment I noticed Marion off in another corner of the room.
My first inclination was to have her thrown out, but then I realized as a past employee it was possible she had a legitimate reason for being here. Not too many people knew the circumstances surrounding her termination, so it was within reason that an invitation had been sent out.
My next thought was to confront her but then what? What could I say, that I suspected her of having something to so with the cut cables, or the woman that had shown up at the museum, where was the proof? Still I decided to keep a closer watch on my babygirl.
Marion followed me around the room with her eyes but I pretended not to notice. I barely heard the conversations that went on around me as I watched Kitten with her new friends laughing and having a good time. I don’t think she had seen her ex-benefactor as yet and as long as the two women stayed on opposite sides of the room I was fine.
I felt her as soon as she slithered up to me. My eyes were trained on Kitten and as though she had a sixth sense she turned and looked at me at the same time Marion’s hand came down on my shoulder.
I shrugged her off subtly not wishing to cause a scene and beckoned Kitten to come to me. She came to me a little tentatively at first but her step grew more confident the closer she got.
Marion meanwhile, blissfully unaware that Kitten was on her way over, broke into what sounded like a well-rehearsed spiel.
“Well Callan fancy seeing you here.” As lines went it was a stupid one, we both knew why I was here after all. “Don’t tell me you’re still mad at me because of that little slip in judgment.”
She tried trailing her finger down my arm suggestively and my skin crawled. “Are you really this stupid? We have nothing to say to each other?”
“Why because of that little…”
“Careful, you’re about to tread on very dangerous ground and unless you want me to embarrass you want me to embarrass you her and now you’ll leave well enough alone. Hello baby.”
I reached my arm out for Kitten and pulled her in close as we both faced the other woman. As far as I knew this was also the first time they’d seen each other since Marion had struck her.
We’d never spoken of her after that day so I wasn’t sure how Kitten was feeling, but I knew it couldn’t be easy for her. Her heart was rather soft yet and she had once thought of this woman as a friend if not more.
Marion’s eyes were glued to the mark on Kitten’s neck and the collar that laid there bearing my name. Her suspicions were now confirmed, her accusations justified. She now knew without a doubt that I was fucking Kitten, and more than that, I had not only marked her but claimed her as mine.
The look that came over her face told me that had I not been there she would’ve struck my woman again. “Hello aunt Marion.” I squeezed her waist gently; her voice had been so soft and uncertain as though she expected rejection.
Marion had enough sense to pull herself together and plaster one of her fake smiles on her face. “Hello Gabriella it’s nice to see you, I never got the chance to apologize for that day, you know I didn’t mean any of that stuff I said, why you’re my best friend’s daughter I would never hurt you…”