Page 4 of Mr. Kelly

“I’m just gonna say it. I think you like River more than you know and that’s why you gave her your key.”

I shake my head, not believing the bullshit coming out of Andrea’s mouth. “No. It was to buy time since I don’t want anyone dying on my watch.”

“So you would have given Shay your key?”

He’s talking about the hostess who has a nice body but he has often said “looks like a wet rat.”

“No, because she has expressed interest in fucking me. She wouldn’t behave. I’d give it to Donnovan if he was in trouble,” I say to sound neutral since I'm not into men.

“Yeah, okay. So everyone except River and Donnovan can die?”

“No, they are privileged enough to lay low in the penthouse, the rest I’d make arrangements for until I find out if it’s their fault.”

Andrea eases off the subject, not because I’m getting annoyed, but because he knows I’m not lying when I say I care about my employees.

“Okay, and you don’t plan on being around if she drops the soap?”

“No! I love Helena,” I answer with a sigh.

“I know, it’s just you used to sigh her name. Now you say it with a sigh.”

“It’s just a rough patch. We keep having the baby argument.”

“Don’t shoot me, but have you considered that deep down she doesn’t want one.”

Another sigh passes my lips before I can stop it. “I considered it briefly, but I cannot dwell on that notion. It’d mean she has lied and continues to lie to me almost daily while ignoring my greatest desire and the one and only thing I’ve asked of her.”

“Right, I didn’t mean to upset you.” Sentences like that are the closest Andrea gets to actual apologies.

“No need. It’s best to have people in your corner to shoot the truth straight, so I appreciate it.”

“Good. I know you love her with everything, but I don’t want her wasting your fucking time either. Just in case I’m mad on your behalf, so fuck opening night.”

I shake my head with a chuckle. “I gotta go, asshole.”

He hangs up with a laugh because that is as close as I get to showing gratitude. We may be seen as two grouchy assholes to the rest of the world, but we understand each other perfectly. The conversation still sits with me like a scent that’s hard to shake.

Is Helena lying to me?

Standing, I get on the elevator to go to the penthouse. I need some quiet time, and River should be on shift for a few hours. Once the doors slide open, I still feel a sense of pride when I look at the shiny floors and strategically placed lighting. It’s one of the things I bought independently of my family’s wealth. I’m not ashamed that I was born wealthy, nor does my family lord it over my head, but I still felt a need to make my own way.

I had some of the prospects lined up and just started getting everything into motion once I’d proposed to Helena. Now, I have several businesses throughout the city that are all different from each other. I wanted to focus on separate streams of income.

Illicitus, however, is my baby, because I wanted to create a gentleman's club type environment without having tits in your face every five minutes. It’s a private place with invitation-only membership where people like Andrea can talk business freely. As a movie fan, I’d like to think of it as kind of like the Continental. I considered women as well, but there aren’t enough women in the business around here for me to make that accommodation yet. I continue to run numbers and stay on top of it. Everything I do for them is legal. If they’re discussing something illegal, it’s not my business.

River’s key will take her through the front, but my elevator drops me just outside of the master suite. Kicking off my shoes, I lie across the bed and drape my arm over my face. I feel like a wheel spinning in mud, working hard and getting nowhere.

I must have fallenasleep because the touch of a soft hand on my leg awakens me. The caress starts just below my knee and travels higher.River?My dick hardens at the thought as the hand continues up my thigh to my hip. I don’t move or alert my guest to the fact that I’m awake because I need to see what’s going on and where it’s going. My shirt must have come untucked in my sleep, because I feel the graze of nails just above my belt. My excited cock conjures up flashes of River wearing nothing but the bowtie sliding up my body as she feels me, skin to skin. In my head, there’s enough light in the room for her to see my erection beginning to tent my pants.

She’d lick her plush lips with the desire to wrap them around me. Her hand on my abdomen trails up under my shirt to graze my naked skin. There is no way she went from saying this isn’t something she’d want to being the aggressor. A sweet scent fills my nostrils and confirms that Helena is the one touching me. Most of me knew that to be the most plausible case, but that small part that dared to dream is let down.

Disappointment washes over me, then the guilt from that disappointment slams into my chest, forcing my eyes to squeeze together tightly. Helena coos as her hand wraps around my dick, squeezing it through my slacks before she starts to open my pants.

“I know what you need,” she whispers, but I’m starting to believe that’s not true.

The words don’t escape, though, because she shifts her hot body down my now exposed erection, causing me to moan and my eyes to fly open. I’m more sensitive than I’ve been in a long time. Images of Helena and River collide until reality wins.Helena is as beautiful as ever with her dress pulled down to display her pert tits, but I don’t feel the same rush I used to feel when I was inside of her. The lack of excitement has nothing to do with the amount of time we’ve been together and everything to do with her possibly duplicitous behavior. My unwavering trust is eroding like rocks that are constantly rubbed by the water, slow but permanent. Grabbing her hips, I thrust up into her; hard, making her ride me at a bruising pace. She takes it as anger from our disagreement since we’ve had angry sex before, but it’s anger with myself for allowing the fantasy of another woman to slip into my head. It’s also anger with her for putting space between us.

My feelings oscillate between guilt and frustration until I’ve fucked us both into orgasms. She falls on top of me, breathing hard to steady her breath. Our chests are touching, and I realize she must have unbuttoned my shirt when I checked out. I used to live for these moments, lying heart to heart after making love. This is the moment where I’d lace our fingers together and kiss each one of hers as I tell her how much I love her. I’d pull her close while telling her that I was the luckiest man in the world to have her for my wife. Today, nothing as sweet forms on my lips, nor do I feel like cuddling. Turning to my side, I deposit her on the bed and sit up to start to clean myself up.

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