So just some little ones today, for your viewing pleasure.
One continues with the Vaughan Grey Story Line. Fun Fun. The other jumps back a little in Grey Delaney's story-- Remember he told his Dad he'd be back on sunday? Here it is. It happens before the City Hall Scene, but I fucking loved that City Hall Scene and just really wanted to share it, lol.
Anywayz.
*MUAH*
Vaughan Grey sat propped against the headboard, one arm behind his head, the other lifting a cigar casually to his lips. The youngest Delaney girl slept quietly beside him. The late afternoon sun slanted through the blinds and he suspected she’d be late for dinner.
He reclined, sated, his body at ease and relaxed, but his mind was working double-time. Brows knitted together he took a long, deep inhalation of the cigar and held it for a while before breathing out. He flicked some ash into the stone tray on the bedside table. She was pregnant.
He’d slept with enough women to know their bodies almost better than they did, and the teenage girl beside him was knocked up. Not by him, obviously. By whomever had taught her how to fuck like that, he imagined. She was no virgin. She was a fantastic lay.
He puffed thoughtfully on the cigar and wondered, not for the first time, whether or not the girl knew she was expecting. He estimated the pregnancy to be toward the end of the first trimester, maybe later than that. If she was aware of her condition, he thought, why the fuck hadn’t she taken care of it already? And if she was aware and had made the choice not to terminate, then who the fuck was the father? From what he could tell the Delaney family was not particularly religious, and the girl had mentioned something about her sister getting an abortion, so all he could figure was the little idiot was keeping the child out of some affection for its father.
‘But’, Vaughan puzzled, flicking his ash again, ‘why fuck me?’ What did she get out of sleeping with him if she had this mystery man she loved enough to risk her whole life for?
Then he smiled. He wished he could be a fly on the wall when Jonah Delaney discovered his little girl’s big secret. He wondered how the perfect father would react. Vaughan only regretted that he hadn’t been quick enough to knock this girl up before someone else had. Damn but he wished Delaney had to endure his daughter carrying his rival’s child.
The girl stirred very slightly beside him and he wondered if he should wake her or let her slumber. His cigar was good, his body felt lazy and so he made no move to wake her. He relished the image of her parents wondering where she might be, and why hadn’t she called, and was she alright?
He ran his tongue over his teeth and yawned. He was hungry. Moreover he was thirsty. He kept a pitcher of water and a glass on his bedside table but he didn’t want water. That was really for his guests. He wanted bourbon.
The idea crossed his mind that the girl might be trying to catch him in some kind of web. Perhaps she planned on accusing him of paternity? She’d also been quite rough in her fucking and while he’d responded in kind he’d been careful not to be so rough that he could be accused of rape. He didn’t trust this little minx, which was partly why he was so intrigued by her.
He closed his eyes and puffed. This one reminded him a lot of her mother, the things she wanted from him, the way she’d gotten off. But she was hungrier, wilder, more desperate and uninhibited. He opened his eyes and exhaled a slow, full breath of smoke. He would very much enjoy watching that video when she’d gone home.
He’d taped all his encounters with the Delaney women. He had the equipment anyway, so why not? He wasn’t sure, but he thought maybe someday Jonah Delaney might get to see the tapes and that gave him a certain smug satisfaction. Maybe he’d make a copy and send this one right to Delaney’s office tomorrow. He thought better of it. He’d be sent to prison. One day in the future then, perhaps.
He was just about finished with his cigar and now he had to piss as well. As much as he regretted waking her, he’d have to move. He ground the end of the cigar into the stone tray and swung his legs off the side of the mattress. She stirred. He stood and padded to the adjoining restroom and lifted the toilet seat, not bothering to close the door. He relieved himself and rinsed his hands. When he reentered the bedroom she was sitting up, a sheet pulled up to her chest, looking sleepy-eyed and languid.
“What time is it?” she asked, scanning the room, really seeing it for the first time.
Vaughan Grey kept no clocks in his bedroom. Like a casino. The sunlight was red-orange and fading.
“Time for you to be home, I’d guess.” He answered, heading to the wardrobe for his bathrobe.
“Is it morning, or evening?” She was looking at the warm beams of light, trying to focus her mind.
“Dinner time.” He replied, putting his arms into the wide silk sleeves of his robe. He turned to face her, robe still open, and he enjoyed the way her eyes went right to his exposed cock. “Will you be eating here?” he asked, watching her face appreciate the sight of him “Or will you be dining at Chez Delaney?”
She closed her eyes then and he knew she was feeling guilt. Possibly regret. He chuckled.
“You’re welcome to stay if you like.” He offered, finally pulling his robe closed and cinching it. “I don’t cook, but I’ll order something.” He moved toward her.
She opened her eyes and he stopped. Bless those violet eyes. He grinned at her. “I’m thirsty.” He declared, unable to conceal his conceit. “Would you like a drink?”
She nodded mutely.
“No more rum for you though young lady.” He said in a mock-stern voice. “Doctors say it isn’t good for expecting mothers.” The color in her face drained and he laughed. “Get dressed and come downstairs when you’re ready.”
And he strode out of the bedroom, whistling a jaunty little tune.“Grey, I don’t have that kind of money.” Jonah Delaney sat behind the large dark wooden desk in his private study and gestured to the armchair across from him.
Grey didn’t move from his place by the door.
“You’d better find that kind of money.” His son responded coolly.
Jonah felt a muscle twitch in his jaw. “Why don’t you ask your mother?” He asked casually.
“It’s hush money you son-of-a-bitch, do you really want Mum to know about it?”
Jonah didn’t dare turn his eyes from his son’s. “Hush money?” He asked simply.
“Don’t fuck with me, Dad.” Grey curled his lips into something like a smile. “Get me the money and I’ll pretend I was never here yesterday.”
Jonah licked the inside of his teeth for a moment. “I’m not sure what you think you saw, or heard, or know—“ He watched his son roll his eyes but kept his voice even and measured. “But whatever you’re imagining, Grey, you’re wrong.”
The young man’s eyes narrowed. “Who was in the shower?”
Jonah only hesitated for a fraction of a moment. “Your sister.”
“Bullshit.”
Jonah gestured again for Grey to sit but he obstinately stood his ground.
“Viola chose not to go upstate.” Jonah explained and reached for his coffee mug. He took a sip of the dark, sturdy brew, licked his lips and waited for Grey. “She’s upstairs now, if you want to check.” Your move, you little prick.
Grey strode to the window by the tall barrister bookcase. He looked furious.
“Then why the fuck were you acting like that?” He demanded, sounding very young and petulant.
“I’m sorry, acting like what?” He leaned back in his desk chair and crossed his legs at the knee.
“Like you were caught.” Grey watched his father over his shoulder.
Reflexively Jonah adjusted his glasses and Grey’s expression of suspicion grew sharper. It was a tell. Jonah could kick himself. Grey’d played enough games of cards with his father and uncles to pick up on Jonah’s tells. The little bastard usually walked away with the entire contents of his father’s wallet whenever they played.
“I don’t know about caught—“ Jonah laughed easily “You scared the daylights out of me, sure.”
Grey turned to face the desk and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“Listen, spare me the song and dance. You were caught, you were panicked, you were doing something you weren’t supposed to.” He smiled. “Or someone you weren’t supposed to.”
Jonah swallowed. “You’re mistaken.” He said, a note of warning embedded in the simple reply.
“Maybe.” Grey shrugged. “Maybe I’ll let Mum puzzle it out, leave it for her to figure out whether or not you’re telling the truth.”
Jonah’s lips tightened and he felt a prickling under his collar. “Grey you misinterpreted what you saw yesterday.” He explained civilly. “Your sister was upstairs in the shower, I was coming downstairs because I heard someone in my den, and we startled each other.” He leaned forward now, putting an elbow on the desk and reaching again for his coffee. “Now, I apologize for being a bear, but I’d just woken up and was still half-asleep I think.” He sipped the coffee and was relieved to see his hands were holding steady.
“And the cue ball you chucked at my head?”
“I did no such thing.”
“You are so full of shit.”
Jonah hadn’t realized Grey’d heard him throw that billiard ball. “Alright, I was a little furious with you.”
“For catching you with your whore.”
Jonah stood so fast his desk chair tipped back dangerously before recovering.
Grey looked triumphant.
Thinking quickly Jonah put his two fists down on the surface of the desk and leaned toward his son. “Because my son walked out of here with blackmail on his lips, you arrogant little shit.”
Grey’s glee died a little in his eyes but he kept the smug grin.
“Now sit down and we’ll talk about this like civilized adults.” Jonah kept his aggressive stance. He hoped to hell he was selling the angry father routine. Hoped he could throw Grey off the scent.
It was a long, tense moment before the young man capitulated and took a seat in front of the desk. He sauntered over, dripping with arrogance, as if it had been his idea to sit all along. Jonah clenched his teeth and waited for Grey to settle in before continuing.
“Now what kind of trouble are you in?” He asked, more gently, coming to sit on the corner of the desk.
Grey scoffed. “You’re the one in trouble you Horse’s ass.”
Jonah raised his eyebrows. “Grey—“ His tone was cautionary but not unkind. “You came here yesterday for something. What was it?”
The older man watched the younger man’s eyebrows knit together. “I need that money.” He said at last.
“I will do what I can to help you son,” Jonah’s gut contracted when he saw Grey sneer at the word ‘son’. He’d raised the boy, loved the boy, fed, clothed, and sheltered him, taught him how to ride a bike and hit a ball and drive a car. What the fuck else could Jonah do to prove he was the kid’s father? He’d held him in the night when he was afraid of monsters, he’d read him stories and tied his shoes and brought him fishing. He helped him build a soapbox car for boy scouts and sat with him for hours until he understood his math homework, he’d driven him to football practice and been to every single scrimmage and game, home and away. He was patient and nurturing and reliable and never turned him away when he needed or wanted his dad’s help with something. And still the boy treated him with disdain.
Did he really believe Vaughan Grey would have, could have possibly been a better father? Jonah pushed the thought away forcefully. He cleared his throat and continued.
“I’ll help however I possibly can,“ He reiterated, “But I don’t have access to that kind of money.”
Grey betrayed his desperation by running his fingers through his hair. “Dad, you’ve got to.”
Jonah tried not to feel like the sap he knew his son believed him to be.
“What kind of trouble are you in, son?” he repeated softly.
Grey took a deep breath and then sighed heavily. “I got a girl pregnant.”
Jonah blinked slowly. It wasn’t the first time Grey had told him this exact news. It wasn’t even the third. How many times had he had to tell the boy to wear some goddamn protection? “I should think you have enough money in the account we set up for this purpose—“
“She won’t get an abortion.”
“Oh.” Jonah couldn’t really think of what else to say. So a girl was extorting his son. Jonah supposed it was bound to happen eventually. The boy was a very rich bachelor who liked to have unprotected sex with pretty young things.
“I want to buy her off.” Grey explained impatiently.
“I see.” Jonah squeezed the bridge of his nose and sucked on his tongue. He really didn’t have that kind of money. He was spending a fortune on Avalon’s monster of a wedding.
If he took it from his joint account with Velvet then she would notice, one couldn’t help but notice the absence of such a substantial sum. Grey obviously wanted to do this without his mother’s knowledge. Jonah guessed it was because Velvet would not approve and would not consent to this course of action. Grey wanted to be well and truly rid of the girl and if Velvet knew she was having a grandchild Grey would be roped into a fatherhood he neither wanted nor needed.
What an irresponsible, selfish, callous bastard.
“Well Grey,” Jonah spoke at last, standing and walking back to his seat behind the desk. “As I don’t have the funds and I presume you don’t wish to ask your mother for it—“ He sat and leaned back. “it looks like you’ll have to ask your father.”
Grey blanched. Jonah never so much as mentioned Grey’s real father. He was not referred to, he was not referenced, he was not a factor. Jonah always acted as though Vaughan Grey did not exist.
See if your selfish, arrogant, ass of a sperm-donor can help you out of this one you obnoxious little prick. Jonah sipped his coffee grimly.
“Are you serious?” Grey’s voice was tight and higher than usual.
“I’m afraid so.” Jonah was calm. His son had expected to come here and get a desperate sucker to dole out tens of thousands of dollars. Well, he was sick of dancing to this fucker’s tune. If he wanted to conduct himself like Vaughan Grey’s heir, seducing pretty virgins and fucking up their lives, then let him go ask Vaughan Grey for the money to clean up his mess.
“You want me to ask him?”
“Of course it isn’t what I want—“ Jonah said, swirling the last third of his dark roast in his mug. “But I don’t think you have much of a choice, do you?”
Grey looked openly stunned and a little disgusted.
“Of course you could do the right thing—“ Jonah began, knowing his fatherly advice would roll off the boy like rainwater.
“Save it.” Grey said and stood to pace the study.
Jonah wanted to tell the young man that he’d behaved like a perfect idiot and it was coming around to bite him in the ass. He did not. “I want you to know that your mother and I will support you and the young lady, should you decide to do right by her.”
Grey threw his head back and growled in frustration.
“I’m not marrying some sneaky little slut just because she was too religious for birth control!”
“And what’s your excuse?” Jonah countered, trying to control the lecturing tone that was creeping into his voice.
Grey stopped pacing and glared at his father. “It fucking feels good.”
Jonah smiled wanly. “You’re an ass.”
Grey nodded slowly. “You’re hiding something, and I’m going to find out what it is, and you’re going to be very, very sorry you didn’t give me this money.”
“Say hello to your father for me.” Jonah said to Grey’s back as he stalked out of the study. He received a middle finger in response.
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gin and babies?! ay carumba!
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