Mr. Gray (Full Throttle Series)

by Hazel Parker

  “It’s a weird situation.” Becca shrugged. “But there are worse ones. And think how cute it would be for the baby!”

  “That I broke up its parents?” Kelly glanced down at her middle. One hand raised to stroke her stomach. “Really, I can’t imagine if it would grow up in a world like that.”

  They were getting way ahead of themselves. Kelly had to slow herself down.

  “Regardless,” she tried to rein Becca back in, “this is impossible. It will never happen.”

  “It won’t?” Becca smiled. “Last night happened. It sounds like there’s something there between you.”

  “Okay, so maybe there was something physical between us too. But the point is, married or not, he’s still way out of my league.”

  “Why do you say that?” Becca gave her a concerned look. Kelly rolled her eyes. She was not trying knock herself, but he was him and she was, well…her. “Kelly?” Becca pressed gently.

  “Becca, I’m a broke, college student who is having the man’s baby for money to pay my way through school,” Kelly told her flatly. “And he’s the richest man I have ever met. Hell, he’s one of the richest men in the country. He’s practically a celebrity. And you want him to fall for someone like me?”

  “What’s wrong with you?” Becca stared at her. “Why is it really so unfathomable to you?”

  “Because he is not going to want a long-term relationship with a college student. And that’s the end of the story.”

  Becca shook her head. She got up, going to her closet she began to dig through drawers.

  “I still think that you’re being crazy. I don’t see any reason why you can Grant can’t have something together. You can be a stepmother to your own baby.”

  “Nothing creepy about that.” Kelly rolled her eyes. She kicked off her shoes, getting off of the bed. “I need to shower.”

  “And I need to run. So I’ll run, you shower, and then we’ll go get breakfast. Sound good, Mama?”

  “Don’t call me that,” Kelly scoffed. “But yes, that’s what we’ll do.”

  She grabbed her robe and shower gear, heading off to the bathroom. Closing the door, she leaned heavily against it. She tried to picture herself with Grant, and could not. She was simply not his type.

  Chapter 10

  It had been a long couple of weeks. Grant was doing as much of his business as possible from home. He went into the office when it called for, but he was mostly keeping to himself.

  Partly, he did not want to deal with Phillip. He really, really wanted to fire the other man. After all, he had slept with the boss’s wife. On the other hand, a call to his human resources director had squashed that thought. It would be retaliation, and Phillip could sue the company. His performance ratings were too high, he was entirely too well thought of, there was just nothing that they could fire him for. The director of HR sympathized, and even suggested that if Grant could catch something, they could look into it. But right now, there was simply nothing.

  The other reason that Grant was staying so close to home was because he was distracted. His only thoughts were on Kelly. He had really fallen hard for her—and their night together had only strengthened that.

  He had been disappointed when he had awoken to find her gone. But when he had seen her text message, he had understood. She did have to go. While the night had been fun, it had added to the confusion. He had spent a lot of time trying to sort it out. At the end of the day, he had come to only one conclusion.

  He had fallen in love with Kelly.

  He had tried to tell himself that it was not true. A married man did not fall in love with a college girl. But his feelings told him that it was true.

  Now he had to come up with the proper reason and time to tell her. He had kept in touch with her the last few weeks. She seemed to be fine, and upbeat. He hoped that she would not take his confession too out of line. He could not just drop this on her. He had to be careful.

  For one thing, he was still married. While that was probably the easiest thing to handle, the second thing was the baby. The baby was his and Monica’s biological child. He was not prepared to give it away—and he knew that Monica was not. So if he was going to end their marriage, he would also have to put together a custody agreement. He would need to call a lawyer, because this was going to get messy.

  But in the end, did it matter? It would get him with Kelly. The two of them could make their own family. She would get to be a part of the baby’s life. The idea of being with this beautiful woman that he had come to love made him giddy. He felt like he had not felt in years. Grant really could not believe the twist of fate that life had dealt him.

  Grant had just finished sending a last email. He shut down his laptop, and reached for his phone. He had decided to text Kelly—just to check in, of course. Depending on how their conversation went, maybe he would ask her to come over so that they could talk. He knew that he probably would not. This was not the best time or place to get into a deep discussion with her. But it was a nice thought to have. He would do it…someday, very soon.

  He had just pulled up Kelly’s window when the doorbell rang. Frowning, Grant looked up. He wondered just who that could be. He was not expecting anyone.

  Grant headed into the front hallway. He pulled open the front door and was surprised to see Monica standing on the other side.

  “Monica.” He took a step back. He figured that she was here to pick up something that she had left.

  “Hi, Grant.” Monica gave him a soft smile. “How are you?”

  “Um…I’m fine.” He shrugged. “Is something wrong?”

  “Ah…no. No, not at all.” Monica glanced past him into the house. “May I come in?”

  “Of course.” He stepped aside. “It is your house.”

  “I guess so.” Monica chuckled as she stepped inside. Grant pushed the door closed, and then turned to face her.

  “So, are you here to pick up something?”

  “Oh, no.” Monica turned to face him. “No. I actually….” She gave him a faint smile. “I’m here because I want to make things right between us.”

  Grant was momentarily stunned. He had not expected that at all.

  “Um, you what?” Monica smiled at him hesitantly.

  “I…I want to come home, Grant. I know that I made a mistake, and it wasn’t right, but I want to put us back together.”

  He sensed a catch in this plan, and wondered just what it was.

  “Okay,” Grant answered cautiously. “And what else?”

  “What do you mean?” Monica asked. “I’m your wife. Shouldn’t I want to be at home with my husband? And our baby?”

  “Well, yes, but you also shouldn’t want to sleep with my business partners,” Grant told her flatly. Monica sighed.

  “Look, Grant, I didn’t want you to find out like that.”

  “So it wasn’t the first time?” He had not asked before, and now he wanted to know.

  “No.” Monica shook her head. “It wasn’t. He and I….” She paused. “He and I started to fool around a bit after the Christmas party last year.”

  Grant had not expected that either.

  “Well, I didn’t know.”

  “You didn’t.” Monica took a deep breath. “That was my point. But Grant, you need to understand.”

  “Understand what?” Grant pressed her.

  “You need to understand that I want to get back together, but not necessarily for the reasons you’re thinking. While I’ll always care about you, I want to make a life for our baby. It needs both of its parents, and it needs us together.”

  “I suppose.” Monica looked surprised at his words. Had she really expected that he would do nothing but jump back into her arms?

  “You suppose?” Monica asked. “You don’t want to get back together? Are you really that angry?”

  “No.” He was not angry. He had come to accept that he had been out of real love with Monica for a while now, and it was only natural that he would find it in anothe
r woman. “But things are different now.”

  “Different how?” Monica took a step closer to him. “Grant, we’re a family. We’re going to have a baby. Things can’t change between us. This is us.”

  “Not anymore,” Grant told her gently. “Monica, I’m sorry. But I have feelings for someone else now.”

  That stunned her. Monica’s eyes widened. She recoiled instantly from him. Any look of sympathy or affection on her face was replaced with a growing anger.

  “What? Who? Who is she?” He could hear the anger rising in her tone. Grant did not feel as bad as he thought that he probably should.

  “It’s Kelly,” he told her honestly. “She came over here a few weeks after you left and…she spent the night.” He might as well tell her everything. Besides, had he not been the one to catch her cheating in the first place?

  “What?” Monica snapped. Now the anger had risen to her eyes. “Grant, you cannot be serious. You’re one of the richest men in this country and you’re falling for a broke, little, college girl who has to carry other people’s babies just to earn money?”

  “Yes,” Grant answered flatly. “Yes, I have. And I will tell you, Monica, that I have feelings for Kelly that I have never had for you.”

  She looked as though someone had poured ice water on her. Grant was glad to get it out into the open. It made him feel that much better about the entire situation.

  “What is actually wrong with you?” Monica growled. “Have you lost your damn mind?”

  “Maybe I have!” Grant snapped back. “But what can you expect after I caught my wife in my bed with one of my coworkers!”

  Glaring at him, Monica shook her head.

  “Well, I clearly made a mistake coming here!”

  “Apparently you did!” Grant told her. “Because I won’t be reconciling with you for anyone sake—including the baby’s!”

  “You,” Monica turned for the front door, “are making a terrible mistake. But if you want to throw your life away, that’s just fine with me!”

  “I can assure you that it is no mistake.” Grant followed after her.

  “Oh, it is.” Monica yanked the door open. “It is. You will be hearing from my lawyer.”

  “I’ll save you the trouble.” Grant told her. “I will call mine right now and get the divorce proceedings in place.”

  “Fine.” Monica smiled coldly at him. “You go right ahead and you do that—but don’t you even think that you’re getting that baby! It belongs to ME!”

  Monica spun on her heel, storming out of the door and slamming it shut behind her. He heard the sound of her high heels clattering down the walk. Grant shook his head. He had a suspicion that he was about to find himself in the fight of his life.

  Chapter 11

  Kelly was feeling good—really good. And it was not just the pregnancy aspect, although that was a part of it.

  She had stopped feeling so incredibly nauseous all the time, which was huge. For a while, she had thought that it was never going to go away. While she was still tired a lot, she had enough energy to get herself out to class, and for the occasional run. Dr. Landis had told her that exercise was not going to hurt her, so she was trying to take his advice and keep herself moving. After all, she did not want to see how much weight that she could gain.

  Further, things with Grant seemed to be good. He had started texting her fairly regularly. At first, Kelly had not really known what to make of it, but now she was feeling more comfortable.

  Grant was now texting her multiple times a day, mostly just for chatter. It felt good, and natural. Kelly had come to accept that there was something between them. It was more than just a one night of passionate sex. They could really communicate. She was finding herself growing closer to him—and finally being able to accept her feelings for him. She felt giddy with happiness just thinking about it.

  He had told her that Monica knew, and that she was less than happy. It was not that Kelly blamed her. No woman would be happy if another went after her husband, but it was even worse when the woman was a surrogate that was intended to give them their long-awaited child. Kelly still felt bad about breaking up their family, but that dissipated when she thought about Monica cheating on Grant with his own coworker. That right there was just awful.

  Kelly glanced at her phone. She had class in twenty minutes. She needed to get on her way. Quickly, she thumbed a text back to Grant, adding in a smiley emoji just for fun. She thought maybe it showed her age, but she had recently begun reminding herself that Grant was not really that much older than her. It was not that bad, right?

  Kelly put her backpack over both shoulders. She was trying to be careful that she balanced the weight of her books so that she did not put too much pressure on her body. She did not want to hurt her back, or run the risk of falling. Nothing to potentially hurt the baby…Grant’s baby. She smiled at the thought.

  It was an off time for classes. Not many students had three o’clock times, so Kelly was mostly alone on her walk. She headed onto one of the quiet, tree-lined paths towards the classroom building. She saw some people ahead with their backs to her. A boy was in the distance, coming towards her. She thought she saw him fussing with an iPod, or his phone. Probably listening to music.

  It was a nice day. The weather had been good lately. Kelly wasn’t looking forward to winter, but…

  Something slammed into the back of her head. Kelly staggered forward, almost losing her balance. Jerking herself to her feet, Kelly turned to see just what had hit her.

  “Monica!” she gasped the word in surprised.

  The beautiful older woman stood facing her on the pathway. Her eyes had a dark, angry look in them masked by something else. That was the look that frightened her. Kelly had never see someone look that type of angry before. It was almost…manic.

  “Monica…I…” Kelly’s voice trailed off. “I…I know why you’re here. And let me start out by saying I’m sorry.”

  “Sorry?” Monica’s tone sounded mocking. “You’re sorry?” She took a few steps towards Kelly. Feeling threatened, Kelly quickly glanced over her shoulder. The guy who had been coming towards her must have walked into a building, or taken another path. At the moment, there was no one in sight to call for help.

  “I really am!” Kelly exclaimed. “Look, Monica, I’m so sorry. I never meant to—”

  “Of course you didn’t,” Monica snapped. Her arms were folded over her chest, her eyes glaring into Kelly’s. “You’re just a sweet, naïve, little girl. You would never, ever steal another woman’s husband.”

  “No! No I wouldn’t.”

  “Of course not,” Monica growled. She moved, coming to stand face to face with Kelly. “But the truth is—you did. You did just that. You stole a man who is so far out of your league that you can barely see him!”

  “He fell for me too!” Kelly cried. “Really, Monica, I’m sorry that you lost Grant. But he has feelings for me too!”

  The other woman’s hand raised and slapped across Kelly’s cheek. Kelly did not have time to cry out. She merely stepped back in shock as her own hand raised to cover her now reddening cheek.

  “I bet that this was your plan all along!” Monica hissed, her voice rising. “You came to us with this sweet, little story about how you wanted to give us a baby and pay for school, and what you actually planned was to land yourself a rich husband!”

  Kelly glanced over Monica’s shoulder. Two other students were coming down the pathway. She breathed a sigh of relief.

  “Hey!” she called towards them.

  “Of course!” Monica reached forward, shoving Kelly backwards. “Of course! Call for someone to protect you!”

  Monica shoved Kelly again. The weight of the books in her bag pulled her backwards, sending her sprawling onto the pathway. Monica was then looming over her, the raging manic look burning in her eyes.

  “You need someone to help you!” Monica screamed.

  Her foot raised, and one high heel cut into Kelly’s ribs.
Kelly gasped as the breath left her body. Monica kicked her again, this time directly to her abdomen.

  Pain shot all through her body. Kelly cried out. She wrapped her arms around her, trying to protect herself. She ducked her head, feeling another kick hit her head.

  Kelly became conscious of the sounds of other voices shouting, starting to drown out Monica’s screams of rage. Then suddenly Monica was gone, but Kelly could still hear her shrieking through her haze of pain.

  “Hey! HEY!” A boy was kneeling beside her. He was focused down on Kelly, staring into her face. “Can you hear me?”

  “I…” Kelly whispered out. “I…I’m…pregnant.”

  She was in so much pain right now. She knew that something was wrong. Something was happening to her. Monica had done something—something bad. Kelly buried her face into her arm, feeling like she was ready to doze off.

  Above her, she was vaguely aware of the boy talking on his phone. Paramedics…police. Kelly could only assume one of them. Maybe both.

  She felt like she was starting to lose consciousness. The baby. She hoped that they could do something. She hoped she had not failed it. Before the blackness took over, Kelly was aware of her palm pressing firmly over her belly…one last attempt to protect the unborn child.

  Chapter 12

  Kelly’s eyes batted open. Immediately, she registered a stiffness that was tinged with underlying pain. She groaned.

  “Hey,” a strong male voice beside her spoke, “just lay still, okay?”

  Kelly did not try to sit up, but she did turn her head. Grant was sitting beside her. One of his hands was resting over hers. He smiled faintly.

  “I’m glad to see that you’re awake.”

  “What…” Kelly started to ask what happened, but she knew what had happened. Monica had happened. But then she remembered her last thoughts. “The baby?”

  Kelly turned her head to look at Grant. She met his eyes, desperately seeking her answer. Grant bit his lower lip. He shook his head.