by KC Royale
“Please, JP… make me come.” I whimpered as his mouth covered my nipple, causing me to arch my back, as he suckled it. He swirled his tongue around it softly, teasing me, and making me gasp in pleasure. I felt his finger deep inside me twitching, and I cried out, as he stroked my g-spot. I never quite understood how one so young, knew so much about the female body and seduction. He was so good at making me feel all kinds of pleasure, but I knew that I wasn’t his first lover. I wondered how many times he'd had sex, he was always so amazing, but I decided to save that conversation for another day, one that was vastly approaching.
“I want you to come, give me your body, baby.” I cried out in frustration, with him teasing me relentlessly into surrender. What he didn’t know, was that my body was claimed months ago by him, and I would always give myself willingly to him, whenever he wanted me.
“Yes… please.” I whimpered, feeling myself on the brink already. He then sucked on my other nipple hard, and the pain jolted my body forward. His mouth lowered, and covered my clitoris, as his finger moved in and out of me, and I bucked my hips needing more. “Oh god, so close, JP.” I whimpered. My body was hypnotized, moving against the harsh strokes of his finger, and the suction of his warm mouth. I was submerged in ecstasy, from the heated kiss from his mouth on my lower lips. As he withdrew his finger, and climbed upward and kissed me hard. I groaned as I tasted myself, as he sucked on my bottom lip, tugging it playfully with his teeth. A smirk pulled at his mouth, and then he entered me, in one long, hard thrust of his hips. He and I both moaned in ecstasy, as my orgasm hit me hard, he gripped me closely, as I plummeted off a cliff of pleasure. He moved hard and deep while he buried his hands in my hair, as he kissed me stupid.
“Oh, baby… I need you so much.” He growled against my mouth, as he pushed deeper into me.
“Oh god, don’t stop.” I screamed, running my nails down his back, needing him closer to me.
“I have to have you, every day, every night.” He panted breathlessly against my mouth between kisses. He did have me every day and every night, so why did he need to tell me that? He kissed me in another searing kiss, one that left me breathless, as he pulled out of me, and pumped his hot seed onto my stomach. In that moment, I hated that birth control made me so sick. I wanted desperately for him to come inside of me. I wanted to feel the warmth of his pleasure, just as I used to, back when we first started having sex. But, it wasn’t a smart thing for us to do, if we weren't trying to get pregnant, and we weren’t. I was lucky that I wasn’t pregnant already. We used condoms mostly, but there were times when we didn’t, like now. I remember when I went to the doctor a week after we’d started having sex, and she told me that I could have been pregnant, but I wasn’t. I’d tried the pills and the shot, and neither worked out, I’d gotten so sick and went off them both. So, now I wasn’t on any birth control, while we checked on some other less evasive options of contraception. Until we found one, we had to be careful, very careful. So we’d used condoms, or he’d pull out, and the latter option definitely has its benefits. It was always so hot, seeing him reach his peak while he touched himself, the view was always so sexy. His body covered in sweat, his face etched in pleasure, him biting his lower lip as he looked at me. Hmmm…..
But I wanted his release deep inside of me, or in my mouth, as well as on my body. I wanted to lie there, dripping wet with the mixture of us inside me, and covered in sweat, just like I used too. Maybe that day would come again when I could have some protection in that area, but for now, I needed some protection from the rage that awaited me, once I told him my plans to start school week after next. He wiped me down with a warm cloth, and came back to lie beside me. He leaned over and kissed me deeply, and I hesitantly kissed him back. He then opened his eyes and looked at me, narrowing his eyes, trying to read me. “What’s wrong, baby?” He asked, lying beside me, our feet’s tangled in the other’s as he rubbed his hand down my arm, looking at me expectantly.
“I need to talk to you about something.” I stated, and swallowed rather loudly.
Chapter 10
“WHAT IS IT baby?”
“I’m going back to school. I’m starting at Columbia in two weeks.” His face immediately changed into one of anger, he exhaled harshly, releasing me from his arms, and I could feel the draft hit me immediately.
“Are you asking me, or just telling me this?” He snapped, shrugging his shoulders, looking at me completely flustered. He sat on the edge of our bed, slipping back on his boxer briefs, and handing me my underwear. I snatched them from his hand, and put them back on, as he exhaled harshly. He ran his fingers through his hair, staring away from me, the tension radiating off of him in waves. We didn’t fight a lot, or even disagree too often, but when it did happen, it was pretty intense. He wanted to control everything, and I wanted what I wanted from him, when I wanted it. So it was a battle of wills until one of us cracked, and it was normally me. Once he got his hands on me I would normally cave. I just couldn’t resist his touch. We were both still growing up, and we were trying to do that together, and we were succeeding, for the most part. I think as long as we were honest with one another, we were doing very well. I had nothing to complain about on that front. He was always honest with me, and so was I… except with this. He then turned towards me, and just stared at me in silence, as I sat up, moving closer to him.
“I want to go, JP, I really don’t want to waste time sitting here while you’re out there getting a jump start on your future.”
“Ours,” He quickly corrected me. “Our future together, Kathleen. You have everything you need here, and you couldn’t wait and take a year off? We talked about this already, we’re supposed to wait a year.”
“I changed my mind… I mean, haven’t you?” I heard his sharp intake of air.
“I am making investments to secure our future, baby, I want to make this money work for us, and our livelihood. I want us to have it all, and I want to have a successful business.”
“You will, and I know you are, but I want some things too. I’m not asking you to go, JP.” His eyes widened at my brazen words. “I’m asking you how you’d feel if I got a small efficiency near the University, so I don’t have to commute here during the week.” He stood abruptly, and I could feel that his anger was reaching an all-time high. His fists were balled, and his shoulders were stiff. When he looked over at me, growling, that’s when I knew it… he was pissed.
“You want to leave me?” He snapped, yelling as if he were a madman. I started to move near him, crawling on the bed near the edge.
“No, I just want too—.”
“You’re not going anywhere, do you hear me, Kathleen?” I stopped my movement, and raised up onto my knees, staring at him in silence. Why was he so upset, it was just college? “You did all this on you own, why didn’t you discuss this with me?” He yelled. “I don’t know, I couldn’t find the right time.” I muttered.
“We live together, so how could you not find the right time?” He snarled.
“JP, this doesn’t change anything. I’m still your wife, and I love you.” He huffed, and walked towards me, grabbing both my shoulders.
“If you go, this changes everything, Kathleen, everything.” He grated out. That was when I saw it, as his eyes roamed over my face. I realized there was panic in his eyes. But why?
“Why would everything change, Johnathan? Don’t keep things from me, we should have no secrets… none at all. ” I cried, not being able to hold back the tears that now fell from my eyes, as he stared at me in torment. What was wrong? Why was he panicking like this? What did he mean everything would change? Would he not want me anymore? His eyes closed, and he looked as if he was thinking too hard. When his eyes met mine again, they were teary.
“We would lose it all, Kathleen.” He muttered.
“All of what?” I asked. I continued to look at him, as confusion washed over me, I had no idea what he was talking about. But now I knew this was serious, because he looked as if he wa
nted to vomit. The panic, the anxiety, the fear all consumed him now. Johnathan Pierce was freaking out about something, something I didn’t know about. The truth hit me like a Mack truck… he was keeping a secret from me. I then felt his hands tighten around my shoulders, and I felt my nerves getting the best of me. The more time that passed, I was losing it. I was shaking, and tears continued to fall from my eyes, at what my husband had to literally muster up the strength to confess to me. I was waiting anxiously for him to continue, needing to know what was wrong, and how could I help make it all better. What did he need from me? What could I do? I couldn’t fix the problem if I didn’t know what it was, so he had to tell me. He had to tell me right now. I blinked at him and took a deep breathe, not being able to withstand another moment of this deafening silence from him. “All of what, JP, please tell me? What would we lose?” I asked again. He sighed, and swallowed, he took a deep breath, and his mouth parted.
“The money.” He uttered, and I could see the shame in his features. I flinched my eyes, not fully understanding what he meant. He had a trust, and it’s for him, so how could he lose that?
“I don’t understand what you mean. How could you lose something that was given to you?” I whimpered.
“Yes, it was given to me, but it came with specific stipulations to gain access to it… and to keep that access.” He whispered, and I lowered my head, trying to breathe. I knew a little about trust fund stipulations from Blair’s, she complained all the time about her very limited access to hers all the time over the years. Blair’s trust had stipulations that required her to complete a minimal of five years of college at a law school. I never really asked him about his trust, or if there were any stipulations in his obtaining access to it. I mean why would I? When a lawyer hands you a check, and it clears, what more do you really need to know? I always assumed that he needed to graduate high school to gain half of his trust, but now as I think about it, while he gazes nervously at me, that assumption seems a little ridiculous and juvenile. Who gives a high school graduate access to ten million dollars?
His parents were smart, and very successful in the financial markets, so they wouldn’t have been that crazy. They had died from a car accident years ago, and had already set up his trust, and the stipulations for access beforehand. Which had to be honored whether they were alive or dead, I presumed. I looked up, and found myself glaring at him, as the realization dawned on me that there was a catch to all this. “What were the stipulations, JP?” I asked him through clenched teeth, because I now knew I had something to do with it.
“I had to get married first.” I gasped, and he shook his head at me, not believing how his own words sounded. “But ba—” I slapped him so hard my hand stung, and I cried out in pain.
“You... you… ASSHOLE!” I screamed. I hopped off the bed, and he ran after me, grabbing my arms.
“Baby, I love you. I didn’t marry you for the money.” He pleaded, as I started to hyperventilate. I couldn’t think straight. My world had stopped spinning, I was flabbergasted. As he shivered in panic while staring at me, waiting for me to say something. I felt as if I couldn’t put two sentences together, I was devastated.
“You didn’t... tell me... this. You kept this... away... from me. You married me... to… inherit… your fortune.” I panted each word, talking to myself more so, than to him. If I thought he looked panicked before, after glancing up at him, he really looked panicked now. “I mean… nothing to you.” I cried, as tears fell from my eyes, lowering my head, feeling completely defeated.
“NO, NO, KP.” I snapped my head back up to his, as I breathed him in, and felt disgusted.
“Don’t you call me KP, do you hear me? You don’t deserve me. You used me!” I yelled.
“I wanted to tell you, but my family—.”
“Was there another stipulation for you? An alternative, in case you didn’t get married?” I hissed, and he exhaled, completely frozen at my question, and then he nodded.
“A degree from college, a four year college degree, or marriage were the only two stipulations.” He sighed. “Kathleen, please, I only wanted to be able to take care of you like you deserved to be taken care of baby. I love you with all that I am.” He pleaded, releasing one of my arms, placing it over his heart.
“I was never rich, Johnathan, money means nothing to me. Honesty, trust, love and respect means so much more. Our vows… mean the most to me. You, meant the most to me.” He gasped at my use of the word “meant,” which placed him as a figment of my past. “You broke our vows, and omitted the truth this whole time. Let me go… I’m leaving.” I breathed.
“Kathleen, fuck the money. Don’t leave me. I need you, I need you every day, baby… please, please.” He urged and pleaded with me.
“You could have told me before or after I fell in love with you, I would have still married you, Johnathan. But you knew all along, the guilt eating you up… and you said nothing.” I snatched my arms from his, as he stood there in shock. “You’ve broken my heart, Johnathan, and now you can add that to the very long list of Kathleen’s firsts, that are either given, or taken, by Johnathan Asshole Pierce.” He gasped at my words, and I knew I hurt him, but he hurt me too. I turned and walked to the bathroom, and slammed the door, I ran the shower and cried harder than I’ve ever cried before. I felt like I was dying. My heart was split open and bleeding on the inside. All this for money? He lied, and deceived me for his trust, and now everything we’ve shared… was now in question.
This was just terrible, and my pain continued to magnify, as the tears poured out. My legs felt numb. I could hear him yelling for me, while banging on the bathroom door, but I wanted no part of him. Did he ever love me? Was I always just a transaction to him? I wanted nothing to do with someone like that, someone who put money and power over human emotions, love and commitment. The words I said to Blair not too long ago came back to my mind. “I would never understand why people let money change them. I saw it all the time. Money became a religion for some, it controlled their lives, but I never understood such idiocy.”
Well, now millions of those little green bills with dead presidents on them, have now done the ultimate. They'd cost me my marriage, my best friend, and my will to trust any man. Operation ignore that asshole was now back. But since I could never fully ignore that asshole, I will ignore all assholes. Operation ignore all assholes, sounds good at this point, it’s what I needed. I needed to focus on me, and my life, and not on anyone else. I would go off to college, using the funds my grandparents left me, as originally planned, and face life alone, as a soon to be divorced woman. My soon to be ex-husband could go to college, and gain access to his funds rightfully, by obtaining his degree, leaving me the hell out of it. We were supposed to facing the world together as husband and wife, but things don’t always go as planned, do they? Was a broken heart tolerable? Why aren’t half-truths perceived as lies? Are you really ever fully aware of other people’s motives? Were the sacrifices really worth it? Will I ever believe the words of another man? I didn’t know the answer to any of those questions anymore, and I had no intentions to find out. It’s over.
Part Two
Chapter 11
HE WHO WAS once a boy, is now a man. A man who now stands 6’2 in height, whose broad shoulders compliments his toned and chiseled chest of masculinity. A man whose feared and solidified, as an unmovable force, one to be reckoned with in the realms of entrepreneurship. A man who has graduated college with a double major in finance and business. A man who has managed to turn his twenty million dollar trust fund, into a billion dollar empire. May I please re-introduce, the CEO of P2 Enterprises, Mr. Johnathan Pierce. CEO, multi-millionaire, and entrepreneur of a world-wide investment firm based out of New York City and Paris. He’s also a playboy, but by choice. His heart was consumed whole a long time ago, by a girl named Kathleen Toth-Chamberlin, who is long gone, but has never been forgotten.
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It’s been four years since she left me and ran away, b
ut not before telling me that I was dead to her. Not before telling me to forget her, and that she wanted nothing to do with me. Not before I had broken her in two, and I find myself regretting my decision, in not telling her everything every single day of my miserable life. I knew that she was the only woman on this earth who deserved to carry the name Pierce, but she no longer wanted what came with that name. Me. It all happened so fast, I still have whiplash when I think about it. She yelled, screamed, slapped me, and pounded her fists on my chest as she cried. She called me names, and threw things at the wall, before she left the house that day and never came back… ever. She’d sent her mother and brother to get her things that next week, and she filed for divorce a month later. I was devastated. I still am devastated. Not just because she left, not just because I’m still madly in love with her… but because now I can’t find her. After she left me, she went on to Columbia and majored in creative writing and environmental science, and she had not once, contacted me, or responded to any of my relentless calls or texts. Eventually she changed her number, and I had to accept that she didn’t want to talk to me again. She had just upped and moved to New York, to go to school, moving into one of the dorms. I, on the other hand, was determined to keep the place that we’d shared, while we were still together, and by any means necessary. With the pending retraction of access to my trust fund underway, after she’d filed to divorce me, I had limited financial options now. The whole situation had me thinking about things in a new light, and without any undue influence from anyone. I had a choice to make, one that I thought long and hard about before deciding. I made the choice to readmit my trust in full, before any decisions were made from my parent’s attorneys.
In doing so, I would only use the funds I was allotted after being married for three months. So, I could only keep upward of a million dollars, until I graduated college, or until she withdrew her petition for divorce. But she never did. I had no intention of signing it anyways, she wanted a divorce, and I didn’t. So I walked away with almost a million dollars, money that she was entitled to as well. Problem was, she didn’t want anything from me. I knew I had messed up, and made a huge mistake. But I felt in returning the trust of my own free will, that I had made the first step in the right direction. After I secured our condo, I went and paid my tuition in full for college, and took each day as best as I could. But who was I kidding, I was having some serious withdrawals. I missed her so much, it literally hurt every day to be without her. She was more than my wife, she was my best friend, she was my lover… she was my, everything. It hurt so bad that she didn’t want to talk to me, or see me, but I still saw her. I had my own way of keeping tabs on her. My Uncle Bobby always had his own financial firm, and a few assistants.