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My brows lowered.
“It does,” I growled insistently. “I know where she goes, she’s my wife for crying out loud.”
Rhonda was silent for a sec.
“Well maybe you should let up a bit,” she said lightly. “Even wives need their freedom you know, you’re acting like a stalker, tracking her every move.”
I shook my head again. Rhonda just doesn’t get it. I’m a Daddy and my wife is my beautiful girl. So this wasn’t stalking, this wasn’t some weird possessive instinct. This is the Channing household, we roll this way.
“Listen Mom,” I ground out. “Just tell me where she is. There’s nowhere for her to go. She gave up her dorm room after we got married, so she’s got no place to live. Oh shit,” I paused hesitating. “Would she stay in a hostel?”
My skin crawled at the thought. Those things are so fucking dirty all the time, with cockroaches and mice, the water contaminated. Not only that, but they’re filled with horny teenage guys, all trying to save a buck while fucking a couple girls at once. So my hackles rose at the thought of my girl in danger. Oh shit, oh shit, I had to save her, I had to find my sweet Kitty and get her pussy out of the line of fire. That cunt belonged to me, and me only, dick stabbing into the air at just the thought of her sweet wetness.
But Rhonda interrupted again.
“Seriously Gray, you’re overreacting. It’s only been two hours, and besides, why would she want to leave? That girl is head over heels in love with you, I see the way she looks at you. She worships the ground you walk on, so why would she take off?”
I grunted.
“Maybe Kitty was kidnapped,” I ground out. The thought made my heart stab with pain, back almost doubling over.
But Rhonda couldn’t see and she chortled with laughter.
“That’s unlikely. The Milano’s filled with security guards, not to mention thousands of video cameras tracking the casino floors. So calm down, son, she’s fine.”
But the thought of that pretty pussy in danger put me on edge, my thoughts swirling, rising to a fever pitch. Shit, my girl needed me, she needed me bad and I blurted out the story to my mom, opening Pandora’s Box.
“I fucked a virgin,” I ground out. “I fucked a virgin, that pussy’s not safe.”
As usual, Rhonda wasn’t surprised by my depravity.
“She’s fine,” my mom said airily. “Kitty’s gonna be fine, don’t worry.”
But the words kept rolling like I couldn’t stop.
“No, you don’t get it,” I rasped harshly. “That pussy is mine, I put my mark on it, I bought it.”
Rhonda rolled her eyes.
“Seriously Gray, you’re so dramatic sometimes. I don’t know where you get this, neither I nor your dad was like this. Calm down. It’s okay, she’s probably just shopping, buying something nice for herself. Kitty deserves it, being married to you.”
But Rhonda was the one who didn’t get it. She thought we were a normal couple, people who went to the movies and held hands while walking down the street.
“No, it’s not that,” I rasped again. “I fucking bought her.”
“Of course you did!” said my mom breezily. “What man doesn’t buy nice things for his woman? That’s the way I taught you, a good wife is worth her weight in gold.”
Clearly, Rhonda was misreading things, and I set it all out, harsh and clear.
“We’re not married,” I ground out. “Or we are, but it’s fake.”
There was a short silence, but then Rhonda spoke.
“I saw your wedding certificate myself, Gray,” she reprimanded gently. “I was at the ceremony, don’t you remember? You absolutely are married. Unless there was some mistake? A typo? You can get that all sorted at the county clerk’s office.”
“No Ma,” I practically roared this time. “It’s Dad’s fucking will. How I couldn’t control the Milano unless I got married. So I did it. I paid Kitty to marry me and we’re getting a divorce in the future. Now that ownership is mine, she’s not gonna be my wife any longer.”
Rhonda was confused now.
“Gray, what are you saying? Did she need a green card? Who is Kitty if you paid her?”
The story came rolling out then, the whole ugly, gruesome thing.”
“She’s a cocktail waitress at that hotel. She’s just some random chick that I picked up, and when we ended up in the office, I decided the girl was perfect for my plan. I needed a wife, and she needed money. What could be simpler?”
But it just ended up confusing Rhonda more.
“Like a mail order bride?” she chirped. “You had a girl delivered?”
I shook my head in frustration.
“Nothing was delivered. We fucked in my office, you burst in on us, remember? You were there. That was the first time I met Kitty too, and inspiration struck. So I paid her a pretty penny to sign the marriage certificate, and the hotel is all mine now. What don’t you get?”
