Page 12 of Family Ties

You couldn’t even wake me to say you’re sorry?

Climbing from bed, I head into the bathroom before finding him to hash this all out and put it behind us. As I groggily walk past the sink, I notice that his things are gone.

There’s no trace of him in the bedroom either. No shoes. His suitcase is no longer sitting in the corner. Pulling open the closet door, none of his things are in there either.

Did he fucking up and leave in the middle of the night?

Who the fuck brings their fiancé to meet their parents and then abandons them?

Without saying a single fucking word?

Over a tiny fucking argument about a bathing suit?

What the fuck, Garr?

Needing to scream or cry, maybe both, at him, I storm back to my nightstand for my phone. But it isn’t there. Bending down, I check underneath it and the bed to no avail. Wondering if maybe I fell asleep with it in the bed, I begin feeling the sheets and stripping the mattress. Still no phone.

Did I bring it upstairs after dinner?

Not needing last night’s dream to come true, I stop myself from storming downstairs in my silk nighty. I rush to the bathroom to grab a robe. After throwing it on, I run my fingers through my hair before going to look for my phone.

Grabbing the knob of the door, I attempt to twist it, but it only jiggles in my hand.

CHAPTER

TEN

GRANT

Even through the tumultuous storm last night, I heard Garrison creeping around the house and leaving around two in the morning.

Nothing, if not predictable.

Making my way down the hall toward Abigail’s room, I can hear her jiggling the handle trying to open the door. Stretching out my hand to the knob, it opens, and she startles at finding me on the other side of the threshold.

“Have you seen Garrison?” she sputters, “Or maybe my phone?”

She steps backward as I let myself into the room, her eyes widen when I push the door shut behind me.

“Grant,” her timid voice cracks as she says my name.

I continue to slowly stalk toward her as though she is my prey, and she continues to retreat. Her chest rising and falling with each slow, hesitant step. When her back hits the wall, I can’tmiss the twinkle of excitement and fear in the emerald eyes that are locked on me.

Taking a final step, my chest is inches from hers as I tower over her. I slide my fingers behind the belt holding her robe shut, and she swallows hard when I begin to undo the knot.

“Grant,” she whispers. “We can’t…. Garrison…”

“Garrison and I have an arrangement.” I untie the first of the knots. “And I’ve already waited far too long to take what’s mine.”

“Yours? An arrangement?” she stammers as she tries unsuccessfully to step from the wall.

“He finds me beautiful, young women. Women without families. Little to no friends.” I undo the second knot and let the belt fall to her sides. “Women that won’t be missed.”

Her chest heaves, and I can almost read the range of emotions across her face and in her eyes as I unbuckle and unzip my pants. Sliding my hands between the slit in her robe, she is motionless with shock as I part it. A small growl grumbles from my chest at the sight of the short silk slip it was hiding and her tight nipples poking against the thin fabric.

“I paid him to find me a new pet.” I grip her ass, before roughly pulling her left thigh over my hip. I can smell the arousal dripping from her bare cunt as I press my free hand between us to pull my hard cock from my pants. Pressing every inch of me inside her, I growl, “You’re mine now, kitten.”

With one hand on her hip and the other holding her knee over my hip, I drive repeatedly into her slick perfection. Tears well in her eyes, but they don’t fall down her cheeks.

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