Page 13 of Grease Monkey

Gwen

Sunlight streamed through the bedroom windows as I struggled to open my eyes. The blinding light made me wince as I shifted in the bed, Lance’s arm weighing me down. There was a pounding coming from the living room and I realized someone was at the door. I slid my hand up Lance’s arm and jostled him a little, but he mumbled in his sleep and rolled over. Looked like it was up to me to answer the door. I slid out of bed and grabbed one of the complimentary robes, fastening the sash around my waist as I walked into the living room. The door rattled on the hinges from the force of the pounding and I wondered how long the person had been knocking. For such determination, it must have been important.

Standing on tiptoe, I peered through the peephole and my breath froze in my lungs. With a shaky hand, I undid the security lock on the door and opened it, to stare at my father in shock and horror. He’d found me, and I could only imagine what he would do to me now. I’d ruined all his plans.

“Gwendolyn, would you care to explain why I received a call from Salvatore Scarlioni informing me that my only daughter was married and was to remain out of my reach? What lies have you been spreading about me?”

He nearly knocked me off my feet as he barreled into the room. I let the door close behind him and glanced toward the bedroom. It seemed my husband was sleeping the sleep of the dead.

“Daddy, you shouldn’t be here. I’m a grown woman and I can make my own decisions. Lance is good for me.”

“You met him and married him all in one day! Do you know the life you could have had as Kale’s wife?”

I set my jaw. “Yes, the life of a dutiful slave. And if you think I wanted that fat old man to touch me, then you’re delusional. My husband is handsome and sexy, and he’s stronger than either you or Kale. Lance may not be rich by your standards, but I will be far happier with him than in the gilded cage you put me in.”

“A cage?” My father’s face turned purple. “Maybe if I’d had you in a cage you wouldn’t have whored yourself out to the first guy who came along.”

“Only to the men you wanted to seduce into business, right, Daddy?” I sneered at him. “I knew all about your plans. You were going to sell me to Kale and if that didn’t turn out, you were going to use me to turn a profit. You disgust me and I never want to see you again.”

A hand settled on my waist and I looked up into Lance’s eyes, the pride showing in them stole my breath. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my neck before facing my father.

“I believe my wife has told you to go fuck yourself. I also know you were told to stay away from her. I’m sure Salvatore will be interested in hearing of your disobedience.” Lance gave Daddy a chilling smile. “You know how much he hates to be disobeyed.”

My father paled and his hand trembled a little.

“Do you see the kind of monster you married?” Daddy demanded.

“The kind who looks out for me,” I replied. “I’m sorry, Daddy. You changed after Momma was gone, and not for the better. You’re a cold, heartless man, and I don’t want anything to do with you. Until you can remain civil, I want you to stay away from us. And if we have kids, you won’t be welcome to see them.”

He drew back as if I’d physically attacked him.

“You’d keep me from my grandchildren? Even knowing what I could do for them?”

“Your gifts always come with strings attached. They don’t need that in their lives. Unconditional love is all my children will know, and I’m not sure you know how to give it.” I leaned against Lance. “Please leave. If you ever change, I’ll agree to meet with you, but it will be on my terms.”

“And you bet your ass I’ll be there,” Lance said. “Gwennie is mine now. You’d do well to remember that.”

My father looked defeated as he slunk out of the hotel room, his tail between his legs. It seemed my husband was more badass than I’d realized, and maybe I was too. I’d never stood up for myself before, but Lance was showing me a side of myself I’d never realized was there, just simmering beneath the surface.

“I’m proud of you,” Lance said, kissing my cheek. “Let’s order breakfast and then we’ll discuss when you want to return home, now that we don’t have to worry about Daddy Dearest.”

“I know this is supposed to be our honeymoon, but I think I’d like to go home, Lance. I want to put my stamp on your house, if that’s okay, and try to figure out what I’m going to do with my life now.”

“You can do anything you want, princess. You said you dropped out of college because you didn’t want to study business. Is there something you did want to study?” he asked.

I shrugged. “I never really thought about it because I was never given any choice in what became of my life.”

“What makes you happy, princess?”

“You.”

He gave me that sexy grin. “Besides me and the monster cock.”

“When I was little, I used to paint. I always enjoyed it and my tutors said I was quite good. I haven’t touched a brush in years though. What if I don’t have talent at all? What if it looks like an elephant painted it?”

“Then you’ll try something else. I’ll make sure the jet is ready to leave within the hour and we’ll head home. And the first stop we’re going to make is to the craft store for you to get as many paints and canvases as you wish. You can set up one of the spare rooms as an art studio until I can come up with something better. If it’s your true passion, I’ll build one of those pod things in the backyard for you.”

I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him until my toes curled.

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