“We wanted nothing from that tainted money. That money belonged to people who were evil to their very core. Do you know how your grandfather gained his wealth, Son?”
I did my research on the man. “He made it in the textile industry. So what?”
“So what?” she asks as she makes this exasperated sound. “Son, he had children working in sweat-shops overseas to make the textiles he had shipped to America and sold right here. Children died because of that man. We want none of that blood money and neither should you.”
“Mom, Papa told me the same thing a long time ago. It was a different world back then. I’m sure in today’s world the man would’ve used legitimate sources. There just were none available back then. I understand and think some of the reason he was so set on giving me some of his wealth was because of the way he used kids to help him make his money. I’m sure he was trying to make up for what he’d done. But the fact is, I’ve made a lot of my own money now. The money he gave me is gone and what I have now is money made the right way. Hard work and ingenuity, Mom. Not blood money.”
“Well, it stemmed from that money,” she says. “That’s what really matters is where it came from in the first place.”
“Well, then you should have a similar opinion of me. Morgan is his son and so I stem from him as well. I deserved the money, and I made good use of it. I didn’t squander it away like Morgan has. I didn’t do anything bad with it. I got my education and invested the rest in my firm.”
“All the fancy cars, and the tramps you had with you all the time tell me that money is evil and we want no part of it. Do as I say and get rid of it all. Your life will be so much better. I promise you it will.”
Beth sits up in the bed with her hair all messy in the best possible way. Her lips pull to one side and she says, “I’ll love you no matter what you decided to do, Channing. I’ll take you with or without any money. But for the record, your mother is way off on this. And also for the record, this decision is yours to make alone.”
“Don’t listen to that girl. I’ve seen her with you on the television. She’s a gold digger, Son. Mark my words. She is part of the evil surrounding you right now because of that money. Drop her and the money and come back to where you belong,” my mother tells me.
“In a three-bedroom small home in one of the oldest neighborhoods in Miami. To do what? Watch people grow old doing nothing with their lives but existing? Papa and Gammy do the same thing every day. I love them, but, Mom, I would go insane sitting there with you three, day in and day out.” I run my hand through Beth’s hair. “Plus, I have a woman in my life now and I plan on marrying her and having children with her. And I’m not about to start from ground zero. So think any way you want about me. I’m not giving that bitch or my father a fucking dime. And you can take your advice and put it where the sun doesn’t shine, Momma.” I end the call and laugh. “That felt so fucking good!”
Beth’s face is full of surprise. “Wow! You know how to stand up for what you think is right. I have to say that is very attractive. Very, very attractive.”
She reaches for me and takes me by the shoulders. Our mouths meet in the middle and her tongue runs over mine. Her body melts into mine and our hearts begin to find the other’s rhythm.
I don’t believe the money I inherited was evil. I don’t believe that Jana can get away with making me give her my money. I do think there’s a way to get to the truth behind her and my father and that’s where I’ll be spending my time and resources.
But right now it seems Beth is quite turned on and I never plan on leaving this woman wanting a damn thing!
Chapter 11
BETH
Listening to Channing stand up for himself is amazing. I could never go against what my parents say.
I tried once when I really wanted a candy bar. They never let us have candy. One of my friends had two of them and I wanted it so badly.
My father told me how sugar rots your teeth and Mom told me how the chocolate can make your skin break out. I still wanted the candy, though.
At sixteen, I wasn’t some child who needed to be told they could or could not have candy. I felt angry with them for treating me like a little kid with no concept of what candy can do.
I argued about it only a little. Telling them I wasn’t asking if I could do drugs. I just wanted the dang chocolate. Everyone else I knew had tasted it. That’s all I was asking for, just a small taste.
They told me it was better not to know what it tasted like or I might develop a want for something which was not good for me. In the end I stopped arguing and told my friend I couldn’t have any because my parents said no.
The way I felt was horrible. Like I couldn’t be trusted to make even the simplest decision for myself. My parents were odd that way.
Major things like my college major, they trusted my judgement. Even this thing with Channing, they trust my judgement. But a simple thing like if I wanted to risk rotting my teeth out or making my face break out into pimples that decision was taken away from me.
Now that I look back at it, it was me who let them take that decision away from me when I asked them in the first place. I should’ve just taken the bite like I wanted to.
And now that I think about it, I’m going to get me a damn candy bar and eat the whole thing!
But first I have to have a taste of my man. My very independent, sexy man who knows what he wants and goes for it, no matter what anyone says.
“Channing, you’re so amazing,” I murmur in his ear as he kisses my neck.
“You are,” he says, making his warm lips move over the skin on my neck, sending chills through me.
His hands move up my arms and down my back and my body melts with his touch. I’m wet for him already and the need I have for him is strong.
Pushing the blankets off me, he exposes my naked body. We’ve decided clothing as we sleep is not practical and have ditched the nightclothes. He hasn’t dressed yet either so he moves his body over mine and presses his hard dick into my waiting wet heat and we both moan as he fills me up entirely.
“Fuck, you feel like Heaven, Baby,” his soft words send a heat through me as he makes his first slow stroke into me.
I pull up my knees to get him deeper into me and my nails rake over his back. The smell of him, I breathe in deep and try to make a place in my mind to keep the memory.
I would move Heaven and Earth for this man. Whatever he needs or wants, I would do with no hesitation.
Arching up to meet him as he goes back into me with a very deep penetration, his mouth finds mine and his kiss takes me even further into the depths only he can take me to.
I tangle my hands into his dark waves as our tongues flow softly over the others. He makes a little hum then his strokes turn into thrusts. Hard and fast. His hands move and I find him taking mine in them and holding them on each side of my head as he begins to pound into me.
He stops the kiss and pulls his head up. “Look at me, Beth.”
I open my eyes to see his are stormy and dark. “K.”
He moves hard and fast into me and the breath is knocked a little out of my lungs with each hard thrust. “You are mine. From this point forward you are mine forever. Do you understand me?”
He’s much too serious and his demeanor is kind of intimidating. “Channing, of course I’m yours, Baby.”
“I need to know no matter what happens, I have you. I can’t stand the thought of not having you. If I do give all my money away, do you swear you’ll stay with me?” he asks as he moves harder and faster.
I want to stroke his cheek and tell him everything will be okay, but he’s holding my hands down and I feel kind of trapped. “Channing, if you had not one dime, I would still love you and stay with you. No matter what, Baby. I swear it to you.”
With a low growl he stops looking so hard into my eyes and moves his mouth to my neck where he bites me hard, making me yell a little, then he starts sucking vigorously the place he bit and it sends me into
ecstasy.
I know he’s leaving his mark on me and I don’t care. My body arches up to meet every hard thrust. I grind against him every time our bodies meet. All I want is to feel his heat filling me up entirely.
His lips move to touch my ear. “You are mine, Beth. Forever. Now come for me, Baby.”
My body explodes in pulses all around his large cock. I shout with the hard orgasm, “I’m yours, Channing. Always!”
He pounds harder into me. “Fuck! Baby!” He shoots his heat into me and I wrap my legs around him to hold him to me.
Our bodies are on fire. Our skin slips easily over the others with the sheen of sweat that now covers us both. He lets my hands go and moves his to the sides of my face.
His mouth takes mine in a hungry kiss as he makes small strokes until the orgasms slowly end. Then he eases the hard kiss and turns it into a sweet one.
The emotion flows through him and into me. A sweet, satisfied emotion that feels like home.
Pulling his mouth from mine, he looks at me. His eyes sparkle as he says, “I love you, Beth. I want to marry you as soon as I can. I want to start our life together.”
Running my hand up his arm, I rest it on his large bicep I love so much. “I love you, Channing. Soon we will be able to do that. I’m sure this thing with Jana will find its end soon enough.”
He sighs and his eyes close. Then he rolls off me and I feel cold without his body covering mine.
Laying on his back I turn on my side to find him looking up at the ceiling. “What should I do, Beth? If I give her all the money do you think she and my father will truly leave me alone for the rest of my life and you and I can become the family I want?”
“Have you ever read the children’s book, ‘When You Give a Mouse a Cookie,’ Channing?” My fingertips run over his forearm.
He nods. “I have and I say that about my father all the time. That’s why I’ve never given him the million he wants so bad. I know he’ll keep asking for more and more and it will never end until he’s dead.”
“Then you have the answer. Don’t give her a thing. Have faith that her lies will come to the top. She’s already proven a bit about herself telling your mother the things she has. And I do have an idea about what you can do when she comes to you with what she wants. Record the whole conversation. Without her knowing, of course,” I say and lean my cheek on his wide chest.
“That’s not legal, I think, anyway.” His hand moves through my hair.
I run my hand over his hard abs. “I’m not talking legal, I’m talking about giving it to the media so the people can see what and who she really is. She’s after your money. Plain and simple and she will stop at nothing to take it from you.”
“You may be right about the media thing. There is a lot of power in the media now days.” I feel his lips touch the top of my head. “You are kind of brilliant. You know that?”
“I do. Now tell me what you plan to do when she screams at you for telling her you won’t be giving her any money. Because she will threaten to move back in here and apparently you can’t stop her from doing it.”
He brushes the hair off the side of my face and runs his hand over my cheek. “You and I will be moving into a nice hotel while this house gets treated for termites. The tent and all. It will make it uninhabitable for as long as I need it to be kept that way.”
“You know, Channing? You are kind of brilliant, yourself.” I kiss his chest and he moans.
“Your lips feel like satin against my skin. The mere touch of them sets me on fire for you, Baby.” He pulls me up on top of him. “Want to ride the wild beast?” His eyebrows go all wiggly.
I laugh as I slide over his ready to go erection. “You going to buck for me?”
He lifts his body with a quick jerk and I have to grab his shoulders to stay on. “Whoa!”
He smiles and I think I could look at him smiling like that forever.
And hope that’s a real possibility…
Chapter 12
CHANNING
Thanks to Lance and his connections, I’ve managed to get a wire placed on me. After checking Beth and myself into a hotel downtown, I had a termite company go out and tent my house. Thanks to a little contribution to their business, the tent can stay up as long as I need it to.
So now I’m waiting for Jana to meet me at a small restaurant in town. I also have a few people taking pictures of this occasion where I’m meeting her in public. And that should show how she isn’t so afraid of me.
The hostess brings a smiling Jana to the table and I get up and pull her chair out for her.
May as well get some pictures of me being a perfect gentleman while we’re at it!
“Jana, how nice to see you here. I was afraid you might not come. You know since you’re so afraid of me.” I take my chair and find her laughing quietly.
“Channing, you are incorrigible.” She clasps her hands together as she puts her elbows on the table and looks into my eyes. “We both knew I’d come to talk to you about the financial arrangement that will get me and your father completely out of your life so you can move on with the young slut you’ve found.”
“Of course. Can I ask you one question before you tell me what kind of deal you want?” I look back into her darkly lined, light blue eyes.
She nods. “Of course.”
With a smile, I ask, “Did you know my father before you and I met?”
The way she looks off to the left tells me she did. But I’d like to have it recorded. “What would that even matter, Channing?”
“It wouldn’t. I’d just like to know,” I say as I lean back in my chair and gaze up at the ceiling. “I have the feeling this was something you two planned before you were introduced to me.”
“And if it was?” she asks, making me look back at her.
I shake my head. “I just want to know. For my own sanity, is all.”
“Your father was my employer for a while. I was his maid. Until he lost what was left of his inheritance. Your father is a good man, Channing. A bit of a gambler, but we’ve dealt with that issue and he’s been in therapy for his addiction to gambling. I feel he can handle this money now. That’s why I agreed to help him get what is his back from you,” she says then gestures to the waitress who comes right over. “A Scotch and soda please.”
The waitress nods. “And for you, sir?”
“Water, please.”
She rushes off and Jana’s left eyebrow cocks up. “Not drinking today, Channing. How unlike you.”
“I think I need to keep my head clear so I can clearly understand what it is you want from me.”
Lines form at the corners of her red lips. “I only want what is rightfully Morgan’s. You see, I believe that without the money his father gave you, you would have none of what you have. I feel it’s more than fair you start over fresh with just your degree, which I can’t take away from you. You can make yourself over using your wits.”
“So your best friend, Rene, my old personal assistant, how does she fit into things?” I ask as I have been dying to know this for some time.
“Oh yes, Rene. I met her at the gym she goes to. Well, after we found out the closest people you kept around you, that is. She’s unaware of anything. A pawn in the plot. Pity she quit her job, though. I didn’t see that coming. Do you know the poor thing can’t seem to find a job anywhere? You really should think about asking her to come back as your assistant.” Her drink comes, and she immediately puts it to her lips and holds out one finger to the waitress.
I look at the waitress. “I believe she wants another, please.”
She nods as she places the glass of water in front of me. “Yes, sir. Will you be wanting to see the menu?”
With a glance at Jana, I ask, “Will you be eating today, or just drinking your lunch?”
She pulls the glass away from her mouth. “Nothing for me thanks. I had an enormous breakfast. Just the drinks, dearest.”
“And I’m not hungry. Thank you, though,” I tel
l the young waitress who looks a little confused as to why we’re in the restaurant if neither of us is eating.
I’m used to that, though. Jana hardly eats a thing. I suppose the small amount of nutrients in the things she drinks keeps her thin-as-shit ass alive.
My eyes rake over her and I have to wonder what made me ever even date her much less ask her to marry me. Then I snap my fingers under the table as I do recall it was she who said we should get married.
Now that I think about it, she plied me with a ton of alcohol during our dating period. And then it hits me that her family had to have known she worked for Morgan.
“So, your family must’ve known about you working for my father. Wonder why that was never mentioned to me.” I sip my water and look at my soon to be ex-wife.
Her smile thins her already thin lips to near invisibility. “Oh, well, I told them about your hard feelings for Morgan and asked them never to tell you that. I told them I was afraid it would make you think bad things about me.”
“And they kept your little secret. You were right, I would’ve thought bad things about you, Jana.”
“See, I was right!” she says and sounds like she’s so proud of herself for fooling me.
“Well, aren’t you the clever one,” I say as I lace my fingers and place them behind my head. “So, do tell me what it is you want from me then, please.”
“All of it, Channing.” She smiles and taps the side of her now empty glass. “I want every last thing you have liquidated. The cars, the business, that damn hockey team. All if it I want sold and then I want your entire bank account given to me. And I want you to do this in the name of retribution. You can tell your lawyer you want to make things right with me. He can set the paperwork all up and I can tell the police I no longer wish to see you in prison. The loss of your precious money will be punishment enough.”
“Everything, huh?” I ask then take a sip of the water that sits in front of me and I have to struggle not to toss it in her heavily made-up face.
Exercising great self-control, I place the glass back on the table as the waitress brings Jana her second drink in a matter of ten minutes.
“Here you are, Mam. Can I get you anything else?” the waitress asks.
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