“It’s such a derogatory word.”
“Does pussy please you any better?” She nods while kissing the top of my cock. Then, before I can say another word, her mouth opens, and she takes me in as far as she can.
Holy shit.
I’ll marry this woman, have no doubt.
“I see… it does please you.”
Chanel’s head bobs up and down nonstop, and her hands find my bare stomach where she manages to scrape her nails down before one hand goes to the base of my cock and the other grabs my balls.
“Marry me,” I demand while watching her.
She stops, my cock straining as she wipes her mouth. Her eyes go wide, and she shuffles off the bed, grabbing her things and rushing out without saying one damn word.
Well, okay then.
I look down at my cock. “It’s okay, buddy, we’ll get her back.”
Keir doesn’t call all day.
Which is surprising.
I also have to hire someone to replace Sergio, but that’s next to impossible. I stop by my mother’s before I go out, and her arms wrap around me, holding me tight.
“My poor darling boy.” She strokes the back of my head and kisses me before she pulls away.
“Does Keir’s mother tell you everything?” I ask.
“Of course, she does.” Mom shakes her head and moves to the kitchen to make coffee. “And how is that lovely Chanel doing? You been seeing her again?”
My mother always liked Chanel, and she has always asked me about her.
“You know, don’t you?” She keeps her back to me.
“Know what?”
“Mother.”
“Okay, yes, I know she’s back. Engaged, the rumor mill tells me. How are you handling that?”
“She’s no longer engaged.”
I put an end to that.
Actually, he probably sealed his own fate. I just buried him with it.
“Keir will forgive you. You know that, right?” She places a cup of steaming coffee in front of me.
“I’m not so sure on that one.”
“Yes, he will. Same as you would. He’s family. He gives you the most leeway out of all the family. He has the utmost trust in the things you do.”
“If you say so.”
“I don’t get involved much in that world… I prefer to stay out of it. I wanted you out of it too, but you had to follow your father and Keir. It was mostly Keir, though. You always looked up to him until you found yourself.” She goes on, “I’m glad your father is dead. I know that’s an evil thing to say, but he was not good for this world or us.”
‘“Neither am I,” I tell her. Mom walks around the counter and cups my face.