Page 126 of Captivated By Danger

Tapping on the door, I pushed it open and to my complete surprise, Grey wasn’t in the bathroom. There weren’t any remnants of her being in here. The shower and sink were dry. My mind immediately went to what I said to her last night, and I wondered if I’d been too harsh in my response to her mother wanting her home. I probably shouldn’t have said fuck her mother, even though her mother is crazy as hell for how she treats her only daughter. After relieving myself, I brushed my teeth and washed my face.

What normally took ten minutes, took thirty minutes because I was trying to prolong knowing if Grey had left or not. Leaving the bathroom, I threw on my pants, grabbed my phone, and left the room. Getting closer to the end of the hall, I didn’t hear Grey laughing with my chef, so my heart started to beat a little quicker than normal. I didn’t know what the fuck was happening, but I didn’t like that shit at all.

Walking in the living room, I noticed Grey out on the balcony doing yoga. The immediate feeling of relief confused the shit out of me. Instead of bothering her, I leaned against the wall, watching her. She had on another fucking unitard, a yellow one that meshed so well with her skin. She said fuck the other workout clothes that Mona bought for her, and I wasn’t that mad about it. Blood immediately started to rush to my dick. She was in a right-side plank, so her ass was facing me. That outfit made her ass sit up perfectly and it pulled her waist in perfectly. Her back was out, and I could see the sweat pouring down the center. Not being able to help myself, I pulled my phone from my pocket and snapped several pictures of her.

My chef came with my morning shot on a tray. “Morning. Long night?”

“Yeah. Too long.” I threw the shot back and set it back on the tray.

She chuckled. “Breakfast will be ready in ten.”

“Thank you.”

As I watched Grey change positions, thoughts of last night flooded my mind. Anal training with her was a beautiful experience. She was very receptive to everything and loved it almost more than me. The way she squirted, cried, and told me that she hated me, I knew that it was over with, and she was mine, completely. Well, at least I thought that she was mine completely, until she told me that her mother wanted her home or she’d disown her. She loved her parents, regardless of how fucked up her mother treated her. According to her, she had seventy-two hours, which meant that just because she wasn’t gone yet, didn’t mean that she wasn’t leaving. She still had two full days. I’d know for sure in two days if she was staying. I’d been doing this shit over a decade, and this had never fucking happened to me. Shit, I almost felt conflicted on how I’d feel if she left. I was thirty-seven and I’d never been confused about shit in my life.

Us ending the night in bed didn’t go how I thought it was going to go. I thought I was going to be annoyed with her here in the bed with me. I thought that she was going to crowd my space and make me sweat. All in all, I thought she was going to be annoying, but she wasn’t. Her plush ass body was cool but eventually warmed into me. She was so fucking soft; I could have massaged and squeezed her all night.

She’d switched positions into the downward dog position and I regretted not having on any briefs because my dick was rocking up. She couldn’t see me, so I knew she wasn’t doing that to impress me. I’d watched her until she was done. She walked in wiping her face, stopping in her tracks when she noticed me.

“Hi. Good morning,” she spoke, walking toward me.

I threw my head back at her. When she got closer to me, she looked me up and down and smiled. Sweat dripped down her chest and arms.

“How long have you been watching me? You wanted to tear this one open too?”

“You thinking about sex at this hour?”

Her eyes widened.

“Sorry. That was my poor attempt at a joke.”

Her lips spread across her face. “You’ll get there. It gets easier. Is breakfast ready?”

“Should be. Come.”

I let her walk in front of me and my eyes were glued to her ass.

“How are you feeling?”

“You know. I feel good, Diesel. Thank you for asking.”

“Good.”

The answer I was expecting was whether she’d made up her mind on staying here, but that would work too. The Chef had already set the table with our food and drinks when we made it to the dining room. The last time we’d sat in these seats, I ended up fucking her on the table, something that has crossed my mind more than one time since then.

“I really hope you pay her well. Oh my goodness,” Grey said as soon as she sat down.

“Yes. She only works for me.”

“Of course, she does. That must be so nice.”

I nodded my head.

She started tearing into her food. I could tell that she’d become even more comfortable around me.

She looked at me. “So, what is it that old rich men do on Sunday mornings? Do you play golf or something like that?”

I pointed my fork at her. “What I tell you about calling me old?”

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