Lathering my hands with a cucumber, mint shampoo I bought just for her, I gather her hair in my hands and massage it in. “Let me pamper you, Sweet-thing.”
“K.” She leans her head back and closes her eyes.
She’s so trusting of me. At times, I find it very naive of her. There’s very little to go on, save my word, about what I’ve been accused of doing to my wife.
And the fact that I told Beth how I did cause those scars on Jana’s body doesn’t seem to affect her one bit. She’s said if Jana told me to do that to her then how can I be blamed for it?
But I do feel guilt. I feel a lot of guilt.
Beth’s hands move up my arms and back down them. “That feels amazing, Channing. I love the smell of the new shampoo.”
“I’m glad you do.” I lean over and kiss her shoulder. “It seems I think about you almost constantly. What kind of shampoos would smell great in your hair? I thought to myself while I was at the store the other day. What kind of bottled water would you like? How will you glow when you’re pregnant with our first child? You know those kinds of things.”
She sighs and opens her eyes. “How many kids are we having, Mr. Plans Too Far Ahead?”
“Wow, what a long last name I have. What’s the first one like?” I ask her with a little laugh.
“Joe. Always Joe, with a long last name. Everyone knows that,” she says with a smile.
“I see.” I pull her head back to rinse the shampoo out. “I think four kids would be a nice round number.”
“Four?” she asks as her voice goes all high and squeaky like.
“Yeah, four.” I run my hands through her hair to make sure all the soap is out then rub in the conditioner that matches the shampoo. “Two boys and two girls.”
“Even you can’t make sure that happens.” She turns around when I’ve got the conditioner all spread through her hair. Then makes a gesture for me to turn around and I find her putting shampoo onto my hair.
Her hands move through it, leaving a tingling sensation all over where she rubs it in.
“Oh, but you would be wrong my sweet, Beth. You see, there are special doctors who, when paid enough money, make sure you have the gender you want. They can even manipulate the genes while they’re doing it. We could have a little brilliant minded son or daughter. I suppose they all could be brilliant.”
“I don’t know if having a houseful of kids who are smarter than we are would be a great idea, Daddio.”
She might be right!
“Well, you know what I mean. They could have the best genetics we have to offer them. Your sweet personality. My giant ego.” I laugh and she does too.
She pulls me back to rinse my hair. “To be honest with you, Channing. That sounds kind of amazing.”
Her dark green eyes sparkle and I know she really thinks it does. “I’m glad to hear that. It’s a thing my grandparents think is awful. They’re very old-school.”
“How are you doing about their lack of support, Channing?” She finishes rinsing my hair and moves under the shower head to rinse hers.
I run my hands through it as I face her to help her get the conditioner all out. “Honestly, I’ve had little support from them and my mother since I accepted my paternal grandfather’s money. They thought I should never have taken it. They told me to give it Morgan and forget I’m any part of that family.”
“Wow! And you didn’t do what they all told you to? At eighteen? That’s amazing, Channing.”
I kiss her sweet lips then say, “Nah, I just knew I needed to accept the amazing thing that was left to me. I knew I needed to make the best out of myself I could. It wasn’t Morgan’s father’s fault Morgan didn’t tell anyone about me. Why not accept what the man who might’ve been a fantastic grandfather to me if he was given the chance, gave me?”
“I agree. I am shocked a teenager was able to go against his family, though.” She kisses me lightly on the lips and her arms run around my neck.
Another light kiss I give her and say, “I was a bit of a rebel in my younger years. And once I had that money, I moved out to an apartment of my own while I went to college.”
“You must’ve been a hot commodity for all those college girls with your own apartment and I bet a pretty badass car too.” She leaves a kiss on my neck and makes me groan.
“Let’s not talk about what a badass I was in college, Baby. But we can talk about the canary yellow Corvette I bought myself.” My hands trail over her shoulders and down her back.
“Now, I know that was a chick magnet, Channing,” she whispers near my ear, sending chills through me.
“A bit, yes,” My fingers splay over her round ass and I pull her in closer to me. My erection presses against her stomach and she pulls her head back to look up at me.
She looks so dreamy in my arms as she gazes at me and runs one finger over my lips. “Channing, you seem a little excited.” She smiles a wicked smile.
“For you, I always am,” I say then take her mouth with an intense kiss.
Our conversation is over and all I can think about is her. How her body feels so right when we hold one another. How her lips fit together with mine as if they were cut that way on purpose.
One of her feet runs up and down my calf. This girl loves to feel my muscles.
She stops our kiss and looks at me then lets me go and turns around in my arms. The sound that comes out of me as she bends at the waist and touches her toes is something I’ve never heard before.
“Yes,” I manage to get out as I watch her grab her ankles.
Taking her by the hips I ease my hard cock into her hot core. She’s tight as hell and my dick jerks with the pleasant pressure. “Oh, Baby,” I moan out.
I can’t see myself ever getting tired of this woman!
Chapter 9
BETH
The sound of an alarm buzzing throughout the entire house interrupts our shower time. And just when things were beginning to get good, too.
An abrupt end has us tripping all over each other to get out of the shower and going to pull on some kind of clothes as the security company will be showing up and it’s obvious we have an intruder.
“You stay in here, Beth!” Channing shouts as he pulls on pajama bottoms and runs out of the room.
Wrapping the towel around me, I rush to the closet to find something I can jump into quickly. A little sundress will work so I yank it off the hanger and run to find some panties to slip on.
The alarm stops. I assume Channing keyed in the code. But why would he do that?
Slipping on the panties, I run out of the bedroom and down the long hallway. I can hear voices coming from the first floor.
Somehow I manage to streak down both staircases in moments. And then in the kitchen, I find Channing looking at Jana who’s red in the face and ranting about her damn car.
“How the fuck did you get in?” I shout at her.
Her red cheeks flush even more when she sees me. “You whore! Don’t worry about that. Go back to his torture chamber and wait like a good sub.”
I rush at her but Channing has me in a tight hold before I make it to her. “No, I can’t let you do that to yourself, Beth.”
I wiggle and squirm. “Just let me go and let me kick her fucking ass, Channing!”
A smirk forms on the bitch’s face. Which up close looks very fake. Implants in her cheeks, Botox in her forehead, and lip injections. Is there anything real about this woman?
“I want my car back, Channing! I saw that bimbo driving it and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let that happen. Haven’t you done enough to me already?” she has the audacity to ask him.
“Keep talking, Jana and I’ll let this little pit-bull I’m holding go. She’ll make quick work of you. No suffering,” he says.
A short laugh comes from me. “She will suffer, though. A broken arm and maybe a few ribs should make sure of that.”
Channing whispers, “Threatening her is against the law, Baby. Let me handle this.”
“I’m not giving you that car back, Jana. Have a fit if you want to but it was never in your name. It was always mine and I wanted my dead best friend’s wife to have it. And you should start retracting a bunch of your lies. You’re about to be blown out of the water and the entire world will hate you,” he says then places my feet on the ground.
“They aren’t lies and you know that, Channing.” Her face loses the redness and goes a little pale. “Have you told her what you’ve done to me?”
“As a matter of fact, I have.” He kisses the top of my head and keeps a tight grip on my hand.
Jana’s face pinches as she asks, “So the little slut is into it then?”
Channing shakes his head as I try to get free and run to her. “No, Beth! Don’t do what she wants. She wants you to attack her so she can tell some more lies and have some more bruises and scrapes to show the world.” He turns his attention to Jana. “And what we do together is none of your damn business, Jana.”
The sound of sirens is heard and a smile creeps over Channing’s face. I laugh when I see the realization hit her and say, “Hope you like jail.”
“You wouldn’t! Channing, no! Tell them you won’t press any charges, please. I just wanted my car back. Please!” she begs with glistening eyes which say she’s about to cry and make a real scene.
How this woman loves her dramatic scenes!
Channing laughs as Jana squirms. “Now then, Jana, seems I have a bit of leverage since you decided to break into my house. How about a public retraction of the lies you’ve told? Then I’ll see fit to not to press any trespassing charges.”
“Channing, I can’t. You deserve what you get.”
“Then so do you,” he says as the first police officer comes in through the garage door she managed to get open then comes into the kitchen where we all are.
“The security company called us about a possible break-in,” he says, with his hand on the gun in his holster. “I saw the damage to the garage door, so is it safe to say one of these women is the culprit?”
Channing points at Jana. “There she is, Officer. You can take her away.”
The cop looks at Jana who’s melting into what appears to be a breakdown. “No, Officer, please! I merely wanted my car back. It was my car, and he gave it to this no account woman.”
The officer looks at me. “Is she talking about you?”
“No!” I shout. “I’d never drive her old lady mobile! It’s another woman who doesn’t have much and is Channing’s dead best friend’s wife. Also, she’s the mother of his Godson.”
Channing takes the conversation over, “It really doesn’t matter why she broke my garage door and why she thought she could come in here with no invitation what-so-ever. What does matter is she broke into my home and I want her charged with trespassing.”
The officer shifts his sizeable body as he finally takes his hand away from the butt of his gun. “Now, I suppose your hot-shot lawyer neglected to inform you of the way the law works.”
Channing’s forehead creases as he frowns. “I am aware of the way the law works. I have a home I had locked up, and she destroyed the lock on my garage door which I will have to replace and repair the damages. She came into my home without an invitation. That is trespassing and damaging property which is not hers. So take her away, please.”
“Sure,” the cop says with a smile. “Just produce the divorce papers and I’ll do what you’ve requested.”
“Divorce papers?” Channing and Jana say at the same time.
I grimace at the fact and then my mind goes into crazy-land as the officer speaks, “Yes, divorce papers. You see in this state the married parties can reside in the home they’ve shared until the divorce is final. She broke no laws. Quite the contrary really. You should never have locked your wife out, Mr. Michaels.”
The smile that moves over Jana’s face makes me want to go and scratch it right off. “Bull shit!” I shout at the officer.
He levels his dark eyes on me. “And you, Miss, have nothing to do with this so shut your mouth or I will book you on charges of obstruction of justice.”
“I don’t…” I say before Channing has me in his arms and his hand goes over my mouth.
“She won’t say another word, I promise,” he says. “So what am I supposed to do? Let her live here?”
The officer nods. “That is what you have to do until you have a signed, legal divorce paper. Now, I will bid you all a good night as I have work to do.”
The cop leaves and I feel very deflated. Channing’s heart is pounding in his chest behind me.
“Jana, you know that’s a terrible idea. I will file for divorce in the fucking morning. Don’t think for a second you can really stay here. You know this was my home long before I even met you,” Channing says with an air of authority.
But her face is saying she just found out something she didn’t know and her wheels are turning. “Channing, the law is the law. And we both know I’d rather not be in this house, anyway. So this seems like a great time to make a deal. A financial transaction that will keep me away from the home we share.”
Channing’s chest rises and falls then he says, “I know where you’re going with this.”
“Good, then we’re on the same page. Finally!” she says as she claps her thin, long hands together. “Morgan will be so pleased! I’m off to talk to him and will be back in the morning to tell you what my offer is.” She turns and walks back to the black Cadillac of Morgan’s
We watch her walk away, her head held high as she leaves the empty garage her car was once kept in. The dark night closes in around her as she walks to the car.
Channing puts his arm around me. “I have never needed help as much as I do right now. Those two will clean me out.”
I nod in agreement. “You know how they’ve gone to the public?”
“I do,” he says as he looks at me with hope in his blue, green eyes. “Please tell me you have a great idea, Baby.”
“Not one yet, but I am working on one,” I say then pull him to go back inside.
He follows me and says, “Don’t work on it too long. It seems I need it a lot more quickly than I thought I would.”
Now I really have to get to work on my plan!
Chapter 10
CHANNING
The pink of the first hint of the sunrise is barely meeting my sleepy eyes as my cell phone rings and I see the word, ‘Mom,’ filling the screen.
Unwrapping myself from Beth as I held her close to me all night after the shrew left, I answer the phone. I have to admit I’m hoping my mother and grandparents have decided to back me on this. “Hi, Mom.”
“Good morning, Son. I’ve heard from Jana already this morning and it seems you might be telling the truth. She was quite ecstatic to learn you had to let her live with you until a divorce was final. I found that odd but kept my mouth shut about that so she’d continue,” she says.
I breathe a sigh of relief. “And what else did she say?”
“She said she was going to make you a deal you couldn’t refuse. The deal is she wants it all. She wants everything you have, and she plans on giving it all back to the rightful heir. Your father,” she says with a low tone to her voice. “Which I agree with, Channing.”
“What? How could you agree with that? Mother, I worked hard for everything I have. The initial million was helpful in making things happen a lot faster for me than if I’d not had it. But I made my own money. I made the grades that got me my degree. I made the right decisions on starting an investment firm. I did all that. I would’ve done it without the money from my grandfather…”
She interrupts with a shrill voice. “That man was not your grandfather, Channing Michaels! My father was not just your only grandfather but a father-figure to you as well. I hate the fact that Morgan’s father left you a thing. Mom, Dad, and I are your family. Your only family, Channing. Give her the money so
she can get it back in the man’s hands it belongs in and leave them both in your past.”
“I won’t do that. No matter what you think about the man I never met, my grandfather was a good man. He was never told about me and my life would’ve been so different if we had known each other.” I get out of bed and pace as Beth moans and yawns and opens her sleepy eyes.
“Listen to me, Channing,” my mother uses her best ‘mom’ voice. “I didn’t ever want you to know Morgan Riley or his family. The man is awful, and we were dumb teenagers when I got pregnant with you. I never wanted you to have anything to do with them. I was furious when that attorney waited until you were eighteen to come and tell you about what that man had left you. Furious! Now you have the chance to get him out of your life forever. I don’t care if you have to give every last cent you have to your wife to get him out of your life. Just do it and you’ll find your life much easier than it has been.”
“Mom, I will never give everything I worked for away. Not ever. I’m sorry you don’t understand me. I really am. But the fact is you’ve made no good decisions and I won’t be following what you think is best. Frankly, it’s not in any way the best thing to do. And if I did give away everything I had then what am I supposed to do.”
“Come live with me and my parents, Channing. Come back home to us. They don’t have that many years left and you’re missing them with all your money and that damn hockey team and all the other things your money has you busy with.” Her words stun me.
I have to sit down with what she’s said. “Mom, why have you never made a life for yourself? You’ve stayed right there at your parents’ home. You’ve never gone to college to get any kind of education. You dropped out of school when you got pregnant with me and have worked that dead-end job as a cashier at the grocery store for so damn many years now I can’t count them all. You’ve never moved up. Not once in all these years. What are you so afraid of?”
“How dare you…”
I stop her. “Mom, I offered so many times I can’t count, to buy you your own house anywhere in the world you wanted. I did the same for Gammy and Papa. No one would take what I could give.”
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