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)
She knew her place was with me, so there was no grumbling about a lost chance at a career. Besides, she knew me well enough by now to know that I wouldn’t let her go anyway. And she still had her gig with my company to keep her busy a couple months a year.
Marion in the time we’d been here had been too busy trying to get her own life back on track it seems to pay much attention to ours. There hadn’t been any more attempts at sabotage from that corner and though I was not too pleased to learn that Josh had come to L.A. to work on this end of the campaign as well I let it slide. Her security detail hadn’t mentioned anything untoward, and she seemed to be enjoying herself so I left well enough alone.
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That last night there was a welcome party for the models and the rest of the staff. I realized that if she followed this career path my life would be an unending round of social gatherings and get-togethers, which wasn’t high on my list of priorities. Thank goodness I had other plans for her future because I hated these fucking things.
Once again, I picked out her outfit for the evening. It wasn’t a formal affair so I chose a pair of linen evening slacks and a silk blouse with ballet flats. I figured she’d had enough of running around in heels in the last few weeks anyway.
We spent an hour in the playroom to let off some steam before making love for hours before it was time to leave. She had a nice mellow glow about her as we left as the sun was setting over the water in Malibu. Her radiance from the hot fucking she’d only just had not ten minutes ago plus the nice tan she’d picked up here in her downtime when she practically lived on the beach was almost blinding.
“You look very well fucked Kitten.” I teased a blush out of her as we sat in the car on the way downtown. “Do you know why I fucked you again right inside the door while the driver waited?”
She shook her head as her breath hitched. “Because I wanted my scent on you. I want every male who comes within feet of you to know that you’re owned in the most primal way.” I nuzzled her neck and licked my latest mark as she squirmed and tried to climb into my lap.
“No Kitten, you’ve had enough cream.” I cupped her pussy through the pants that she wore, “can you still feel me here?” I let my fingers tease her cunt lips.
“Should I eat your pussy, do you think we have enough time?”
“Oh please, please put your mouth on me I need it, please.”
“Hmm, I wonder; pull down your pants for me.” She lifted her ass off the seat and tugged at her zipper and that’s when I got my first surprise of the evening.
“Kitten what’s that?” She looked down at where I pointed.
“What sir?” I looked down into her eyes without uttering a word.
“Button up.” I slid over to my side of the seat and looked out the window ignoring her. She knew I was pissed but she also knew not to say one fucking word to me unless it was an apology and to do that she had to figure out what the fuck she’d done wrong.
Chapter 29
GABRIELLA
I don’t know what made me do it, what possessed me to go that far. I was hurt and miserable because of Callan’s treatment of me. I don’t know what happened, one minute he was touching me and I was enjoying those feelings that only he could inspire and the next cold.
When I looked at him questioningly after ten minutes of silence, all he would say is ‘think Gabriella’. I hate when he calls me that. Isn’t it funny? That’s my name, I’ve answered to it for over eighteen years and yet when this one man calls me by that name I shudder, because I know it means he’s displeased with me about something.
Because of that displeasure and the way he was so cold with me all evening, I think I might’ve gone too far. I was only trying to get his attention, I didn’t mean for it to go this far.
We’d finally reached our destination after twenty minutes of his total silence. He wasn’t saying anything verbally but his body language was speaking volumes. I wracked my brain for what it is that I could’ve done wrong but nothing came to mind.
Usually if I made a little faux pas he would tell me what it was and I’ll be sent to the corner or denied dessert or something according to how minor the infraction was.
This time he wasn’t even broaching the subject so I knew whatever I’d done had to be really bad.