(Mommy issues)‘What are you doing here?'‘I'm your mother', she responded, ‘I have a right to be here'.‘I know', he frowned, ‘But what are you doing here?'.Evangeline sighed deeply as she filled her glass again with champagne, ‘You ignored my invitation. I didn't get a RSVP'.He rolled his eyes, strode towards the wine shelf and poured himself a glass of scotch, it was the best of choice of alcohol dealing with his mother, ‘I'm not going mom. I don't care what you—'‘You have to be there Gray'. She stopped him halfway, ‘I don't care but you have to be—'‘Why is my presence needed?!', he snapped, ‘I haven't seen you in a year and half and all of a sudden you want me to be a guest at dinner which I know is going to end up in disaster. I'm happy the way I am'.‘You have always been so stubborn', she scoffed, ‘For a moment I thought maybe you'd—'‘Do I matter?!', he yelled and took a deep breath as he shut his eyes momentarily, ‘I haven't seen you in a year and now that you're here...y
(Mommy issues Part 2)Kathleen wasn't sure how it happened but before she knew it she was on his bed, stark naked with his mouth on the side of her neck placing soft kisses.‘You were good today babe'. He whispered before kissing her so hard on the mouth that it took her breath away.She smiled as he broke away, ‘I'm never letting you do that again'.‘Do what??'.‘Seduce me', she stroked the undercut of his hair, ‘I'm worried about you Gray'.‘Can we not talk about me right now?', he kissed the corner of her mouth, ‘I feel like we should go another—' He was interrupted by the sudden ringing of his phone, ‘Ignore it'.He tried to kiss again and the phone wouldn't stop, she laughed softly pushing him away from her with gentleness, ‘You should answer that. I'm going to make coffee'.‘Stay', he demanded, ‘I'll be back in a minute'.She watched him leave not before he lightly tapped her buttocks in a playful manner, making a mental note to get her shots immediately to avoid conception. Gra
(The babysitter)Evangeline took a sip of champagne as Helena Watson joined her in the restaurant. A sharp brow lifted seeing as Helena had on the same faux coat as hers, she hated that, she hated duplicates of her and Helena Watson wasn't short of a dupe.‘Fancy seeing you here Eva', Helena drawled as she took a seat, ‘I haven't seen you in a while'.Evangeline frowned, ‘You've only met me once at The Le oud's art show. To what do I owe this meeting Helena? I was told it's beneficial'.‘It's about our kids', Helena delved straight into the point, ‘I'm proposing an arranged marriage'.Charming, Evangeline thought as she took another sip of her drink, ‘I'm listening....'*********Kathleen let out a moan as she felt his fingers in-between the walls of her special place. She playfully slapped his shoulder which made him laugh and finally back off as they were just having a wonderful time in the bathtub, her hair was wrapped up in a large bun with curly strands escaping at the front and
(Babysitting Wallace)Grayson woke up the next morning before Kathleen to get ready for work. It was her day off which meant she had all the time in the world to rest, a smile crossed his lips as he walked out of the closet minutes later all dressed up after taking a shower to still see her clearly asleep with her curls sprawled over the pillow.He felt like a married man, she felt like his wife. He wanted their relationship to be like this forever, smirking as he adjusted the cufflinks on his sleeve. Kathleen rolled on and about the bed to the edge, he sat down and brushed a strand off her face before leaning down to kiss her cheek.Her eyes opened slowly, ‘Good morning'.‘Mmmh', he kissed her lips next, ‘I'll be back soon okay??'.‘I'll miss you'. She murmured still hazy.'I know', he replied kissing her again, ‘Don't forget you have your babysitting job today'.It finally clicked and she jerked up to her feet in a mode of panic, ‘Oh shit I forgot!! I need to go...oh it's not until
(Wallace)Grayson frowned deeply seeing the list of potential candidates for the position of his new assistant—Incompetent they all were, unimpressive and most of all they weren't Kathleen. She'd done such a good job being his assistant that a replacement just felt like a let down, trying to fill up a void space.He flipped through the pages of each personal information when Theresa suddenly walked into his office with a stack of files, placing it on his table even though he didn't instruct her to. His brows arched as he looked up at her, ‘Pardon??'.‘These are the breakdowns you asked for sir'. She muttered in the most stoic way possible that it almost felt like a mocking sarcasm, ‘Unfortunately the assistant supervisor isn't here to bring these herself'.It subtly sounded like she was trying to insult his work ethic, and he knew Kathleen wasn't one to slack on the job, ‘It isn't the assistant's job. It's your job'.‘Sorry sir'. She nodded.He was already annoyed, he hated the blatan
(Don't marry your assistant)It took a lot of contemplation but with enough pressure from Kathleen he finally managed to get into the car, dressed in a simple royal blue shirt with two buttons down and casual pants. Royal blue was his mother's least favorite color, she usually said the color reminded her of commoners in the most disdainfully way possible and he loved to piss her off.The drive lasted an hour before he got to his father's mansion. The Hunter family house, a sigh left his lips as he got out of the car, standing in front of the white mansion and feeling a dreaded sense of loneliness just looking at it. He hadn't been here in almost two years, he hated it, the two pillars that held the porch together up to the main door, the long bushes of carnellas that led up to the backyard which he was mildly allergic to but no one cared—he hated every single one of it, the stupid bright chandelier that once fell on his leg and his father had to tell him to act like a man and stop wai
(The New CEO)November 31st, 10pm to be exact, Grayson Hunter stepped down from his position as the CEO of Hunter's Group. He worked half of his life to be here, missed out on the fun of being a young man, never spent Christmas or his birthday with anyone, almost developed a eating disorder with his constant lack of a balance meal and all for what? all for his father to throw it away with some stupid marriage proposal.He didn't care, even if he worked his butt off to become the CEO he didn't care and he would do the same all over again—throw it all away if it meant he couldn't be with Kathleen. He was successful enough on his own, he had his own money which meant he didn't need his father's inheritance, he was rich enough to take care of himself and take care of his woman.He wasn't leaving Kathleen for anything, not even the job he loved most. A sniffle escaped him as he could feel the tears brimming in his eyes, ‘Take me somewhere else'. He instructed the driver in a icy tone.‘Sir
(Stay away from my son)Grayson was trying to get rid of his house hunger by having almost a gallon of fruit loops and milk, he was tired and now unemployed. It felt strange having breakfast all by himself by this time of the day, when he heard someone stomping towards him from behind and turned around to Kathleen, she wasn't happy, he smiled.‘Morning babe'.‘You told me everything's okay?!!'. She cried out.He shrugged, ‘Everything is okay. You're back from work early'.She winced, ‘Cut the crap Gray! Of course I'm back from work early cause I fucking got fired! I got a promotion and in a week I loose my fucking job all because my boyfriend couldn't give me a heads up about him losing his position!'.Her eyes were turning red by the minute, he pursed his lips losing his appetite immediately as his cereal turned soggy, ‘I'm sorry and yes—i stepped down as CEO'She gasped, 'Why would you do that?! I thought you loved your job more than anything Gray....more than me!'.He frowned deepl