GWENI hit him.Shit.I hit him.I haven't spanked anyone since I spanked Johnny Dagen on his ass for handing me five bucks and asking if that was enough to buy him a quickie because he heard that's what my mother did. I broke his nose, and he never asked again. I was fifteen at the time. That wasn't the last time someone made me feel like a whore, but I certainly wasn't going to spend any longer in this marriage being treated like one.Burying the memories of a past I'd love to forget, I follow Creighton out of the giant bathroom. Even though he brought me ice, I'm assuming this is when the annulment process begins.I wish I never got out of bed this morning. I need a quiet day.Jesus. Why did I hit him? Something about his condescending tone just pushed me over the edge.I woke up this morning worried about what the record executives and the media were going to say, and he brushed my concerns aside like they were nothing. And then I found out that he's eleven years older than I am,
CREIGHTONFuck if she thinks I'm going to let her get away from me like that, she's crazy. I'll let her get a few steps ahead of me before I follow her into the bedroom.She searches the room, presumably to find the pile of clothes I'd carefully folded after I undressed when we arrived at the hotel. She spots them on the dresser, grabs her jeans and without bothering with panties, pushes one leg up in one motion and pulls them off.“You're not leaving.Gwen's head jerks as she reaches for her bra. Her eyes might as well have been spitting flames from all the heat in them.“Watch me.“That's not acceptable."You mentioned it already." But unfortunately what you didn't mention was the only way this job was for me to give up my career. To give up on my dreams . You won't get it from me. My dreams are all I have left, I have to be patient and I'm not giving them away.I grit my teeth. That's why I was in no hurry to get married again. Because women are completely fucking crazy and irratio
CREIGHTONI'm going to own this woman body, heart and fucking soul.GWENMy first act of complete confidence in Creighton is to board the jet without asking where we're going. He said he'll have me back in Nashville by Wednesday night, and I'm going to take him on faith that he will. A private jet should make it just as easy, I hope. My plan is to start making those songs I owe Monty, but Creighton has other ideas.Once we're traveling at thirty thousand feet, he leads me into the room that makes up the back section of the cabin, and says a word.-Remove.My first instinct is to argue, but with our newfound understanding in my mind, I reach for the hem of my shirt and comply.He reclines on the bed, fully dressed. Once I'm naked, I wait for his next instruction. I thank God I'm self-conscious as he lazily inspects my body. The ten months of being groomed and prodded and changing in front of my mom and every wardrobe consultant on Country Dreams has pretty much stripped me of any modes
CREIGHTONGwen's pussy tightens on my cock, and I swear to God, lightning is shooting down my spine.My balls clench and I come, filling her with everything I have, screaming the word mine as I come hard.Fuck! I roar like a lion .She collapsed onto the couch, limbs immobile. If it weren't for the moans she's whimpering with pleasure, I would think she was unconscious .If her pussy strangling my cock is any measure, I think she came at least three times. Maybe more. It was all I could do not to fire my charge after half a dozen strokes.Even without the butt plug, her pussy was tight, probably the tightest I've ever had.And that's beyond bad, it manages to spoil me for any other woman.No other pussy will come close to this. I've said this before, and I'll say it again. This woman owns me .Screw this. This woman owns me.I grab my boxer briefs off the floor, using them to pick up the mess as I pull my cock out of it. I could happily stay inside her forever. Get me a phone with end
CREIGHTONI'm naked in bed, waiting for Gwen, when I hear her voice coming from the bathroom. She is singing.Even though it's drowned out by the water, glass, and walls between us, I can tell it's heartbroken and sad for her grandmother. I didn't realize what kind of emotional baggage someone so young could carry, but it's impossible to ignore. She's not broken, but she thinks she is.The sound of her voice has me heading to the bathroom to join her.Steam fills the shower, but I can see her clearly enough to see her wash the shampoo out of her hair. As the foam slides down her body, her voice goes quiet before she stops. I wonder if she notices I'm watching, but instead she presses both hands to the wall and leans forward.In that moment, I know the water is drowning her tears, and I feel an urge I've never felt toward someone unfamiliar: the urge to comfort. I wiped away my little sister's tears as a child, but I never expected another woman to affect me this way.I want to step in
CREIGHTONI open the door to my apartment at six forty-five at night and have the strangest urge to scream something like honey I'm home . Though after yesterday, I now know there's no guarantee that Gwen will actually be here, despite my threats.She seems inclined to do what she likes, and that's something I'm going to have a hell of a time getting used to. When I give orders, I expect them to be followed, without excitement. But considering how much I enjoy chastising her for her lack of respect, I guess my complaints aren't as intense as they once were.But when it comes to your safety, all bets are off. The idea of her walking around Manhattan alone bothers me more than I would have ever imagined. She doesn't understand that she can easily be a target because of me.Before I can say anything, however, the sound of Gwen strumming the guitar and humming starts and then stops moments later.I walk further into the penthouse and see her sitting cross-legged in the middle of the couch
There is some truth to that.Though I'm sure there are some more decent than others out there. Perhaps. Mine are the sharks, so they don't count.“So she's a smart girl, wants to make her mark without her big brother?” Gwen asks.“Yes, that's exactly it. But she can't change her last name, so she doesn't escape it completely.A part of me thinks Greer requests the hardest projects with the craziest hours just so she can prove herself. It would definitely be in line with his character."So she can make fun of you and not end up on the wrong end of your death stare?"“Death stare?” I tilt my head. "Is that what you call it?"Gwen shakes her head, biting her lip.“You know I do; he says “ stop talking or you'll be sorry. “—Oh. This is the look of death. “I know exactly what she's talking about. "It works, doesn't it?" I look her over, and at least do my best while I'm trying not to laugh.“Not anymore, that doesn't happen.“Let's see about that. So besides your sister, who else?I have
Gwen rubbed her eyes impatiently. Staring at her laptop for hours, she sifted through job offers for secretary or assistant – positions that paid a little more than minimum wage. Living in New York is expensive, no matter what neighborhood you live in. At times over the last few months, she'd thought about moving somewhere else, but in her late thirties with a young child, she wasn't sure she was ready to start over. Besides, she loved her city and wasn't ready to admit defeat. At least not yet. Turning her attention back to her job search, Gwen clicked to refresh the page and was happy to see a new proposal published. Reading the long description for the secretary position of a very busy executive, her eyes widened when she saw the salary offered. She thought about how much her savings had dwindled to almost nothing in the last few months and how quickly she could replenish it again. "I found a!" she announced to her sister, Alyssa, as she tucked her long, curly, red hair behind
“How long now, Mom? How much time?" At Roman's insistent question, she huffed as she fought the pain to answer.“What your mother is trying to say is that she doesn't know, but she hopes it's soon,” Alexander told the boy, who was looking at Gwen gasping in pain in the hospital bed.“Little boy, you really shouldn't be here,” the nurse scolded and Roman pouted.“But I want to see my new little brother.”“Soon, young man, your mother is almost done,” the nurse said, smiling.“When, Mom?” he asked once more.Gwen suddenly gasped, startling Roman, who started to cry. Picking him up, Alyssa bent them over the hospital bed and gave her sister a kiss.“Wish Mom luck, Roman. We'll be in the children's room waiting,” he told them before quickly pulling the child out of the room.After they left, Alexander sat next to Gwen and patted her head. When another contraction came, she squeezed his arm, making him shiver.After she left, Alexander sat next to Gwen and stroked her head. When another co
Gwen woke to the sound of children's laughter. Opening her eyes, she saw Roman looking at her with a goofy smile on his face.“Dad and Aunt Melia are making breakfast,” he announced as she blinked sleepily.Tucking the blanket around herself, she sat up and Roman climbed into bed with her."And even? Are you sure they didn't have someone else do it for us?Shaking her head, “No, Mom. They are the only ones in the kitchen. Aunt Lyssa said to take you to see it. She said they are fighting like children.” And with that, Roman chuckled before jumping off the bed and runningby the door. Stopping, he turned and looked at her, "Are you coming?"Laughing, "Yeah baby I'm on my way."“You know, when my baby brother comes, you won't be able to call me baby anymore, ever,” he scolded.Looking at him, "How do you know it's not a little sister?"Straight to his feet, he threw back his shoulders, “I just know. Now, hurry up!” And with that, he ran downstairs screaming, "I told her to hurry!"Smilin
Gwen looked at herself in the full-length mirror, lost in thought. That was it. That was really it. He hugged himself lightly.“Hurry up, Mom. We're going to be late,” Roman scolded her, who turned to look at him dressed in his little suit.“Oh, my God, you look so beautiful,” she whispered to him as she blinked with tears in her eyes, which threatened to fall. He smiled at his sister, who was standing in the doorway behind him in a black cocktail dress.“You look beautiful, sister. I just wish Grandma were here to see her in her wedding dress. It's perfect on you.”Turning to look at herself in the mirror, Gwen smiled at her soon-to-be sister-in-law, who adjusted her veil and wreath.“Your sister is right. You're every inch perfect,” Amelia said as she fiddled with her veil.“I'm glad grandma was bigger than me. There was enough fabric to update the dress and still have some room for my growing baby.”“Mommy…” Roman called impatiently and everyone laughed.“I'm coming, honey. This is
“This has been weeks, Gwen! I can't believe you kept it a secret from me for so long. I am your sister!" Alyssa started complaining as soon as she found out that Alexander was hiding in her family's cabin, and didn't stop until they started the three hour drive.“Look, I know you're upset,” Gwen began."Upset?" sister interrupted. “What if something happened to you?”voice started to get shrill, waking Roman, who was in the backseat.“Shhh… I get it. You're mad, but Ihad a good reason.”“Oh? Please tell me, what was it?”"Agent Franklin and the FBI said not to tell anyone."“Oh.”Surprised at how quickly her sister stopped talking, Gwen started to laugh, which made her irritable again. As Alyssa began another speech, a soft groan was heard from the backseat.“Aunt Lys, stop fighting with Mom. She doesn't feel well.”Gwen froze, looking at her distracted son in the rearview mirror.“I told you, Roman, Mom is fine.”“No, you are not.” She noticed that
“Anton was my twin brother.” Gwen froze where she was and turned to look at him."It was?""He is dead. Please…” Alexander held out his hand to her. “Come and have a seat. looks like we have more to talk about than I thought.”Sitting back down, Gwen picked up her forgotten glass and took a long drink, then another, and closed her eyes as her mouth and throat burned.Taking the glass from her, Alexander drank the rest of the contents and set it down. He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again and took another deep breath.Taking her hand, Gwen squeezed it. "It cannotbe so bad. Start at the beginning.” He squeezed her hand back and smiled at her.“To start from the beginning, we need to go back to our childhood. My brother was never a good kid. From a very young age, he was always in trouble. The children around her were always hurt. Pets disappeared. My parents never said anything, but I think they knew. Then one day our sister, Amelia, fell into the lake. It was winter and sh
Gwen left work a little early for her mysterious date. Even though she was pretty sure she would see Alexander, after everything that had happened in the last week, she couldn't be one hundred percent sure. When the cab dropped her off in front of The New Yorker, she smiled, certain it was Alexander. Entering the Art Deco hotel, he immediately remembered his days without Miami and took the elevator to the second floor. Outside the room, she hesitated, not knowing what to expect. Would he be angry to learn that he had given his password to the FBI? Whatever happened, she knew she needed to find out the truth. Taking a deep breath, he inserted the card into the lock. electronics and waited for the green light. Pushing the handle down, he opened the door and stepped inside. Looking around, she was surprised not to see him. Was it him outside? A noise that seemed to come from a porch caught her attention and she looked up, meeting Alexander's startled gaze. Putting his cell phone away,
As he walked to his apartment, he thought about what he would tell his sister. Alayssa was famous for finding out when something was wrong and was ruthless when it came to getting answers. Both traits would make her a good lawyer in the future - but at the moment Gwen wasn't ready for her curiosity.“Let's see how it goes,” she told herself in a low voice as she fumbled with the keys before entering the apartment.Her first thoughts were of her son, Roman, and Gwen hoped he was snuggled firmly into her bed. I wanted to sneak in and gostraight to the bedroom, without interruption; her nerves had been on edge ever since she'd seen the armed police scrutinizing the place. She wished this image were erased from her mind and lied to herself that a good night's sleep could do such a feat.He took a deep breath as he closed the door. He turned silently, locked the door, felt movement behind him. A lone tear trickled from her eye and touched her cheek. Gwen stood there until the floodgates o
Gwen watched in horror as Alexander was handcuffed and quickly escorted from the room. Feeling paralyzed, she watched helplessly as men moved through the rooms, shouting “clean” in each one.“Was it just the two of you here tonight?” an officer asked. She had a lost look for a while before she was able to answer.“Yes,” he said in a low voice. He felt that his heart wanted to beat out of his chest. Gwen had no idea what Alexander had done to necessitate the use of so many police. She felt her face flush, sitting and not believing what was happening."Madam?" the policeman asked as he trieddesperately to bring Gwen back to reality. "Can you hear me?"Waving his hand in front of her, he tried to get her attention. She heard him mumbling vaguely, but she couldn't make out what he said. She shook her head from side to side and focused on the tall, elderly man who had invaded her night.“Yes, forgive me, what?” he asked when he realized it wasn't a sick, crooked joke.“My name is Officer
Saturday dragged on at a snail's pace, and Gwen felt a nervous energy rise within her. She didn't know why this meeting seemed so important to her; perhaps because it had been planned rather than spontaneous. After a shower, she dressed carefully for dinner, slipping into the black lace dress that hugged her curves. She adjusted the sleeves that fell over her shoulders so that the top of the dress hugged the bodice, slipped on her Louboutins and admired herself in front of the mirror. Once again, she decided to wear her hair down and arranged it seductively around her shoulders and back. Checked her makeup, satisfied with the new eyeliner, which enhanced your eyes. She added some blush to give her skin some color, finished with new lipstick and her favorite perfume. Both gifts from the sister. "Are you sure you're not madly in love with this guy?" Alyssa asked while whistling in appreciation. “I'm not madly in love with this guy,” Gwen replied firmly. Inside, she felt like a school