Chapter 32:

Kate Kavanagh sat on the veranda of her Spanish lover's home reading papers from the United States. She knew she could bring them up online, but she enjoyed holding the paper in her hand. A light silk robe wrapped around her as she enjoyed the soft sunlight of the morning. This month they were living in the South of France and Carlos was taking her to different restaurants and BDSM clubs. He wanted her to investigate the world of BDSM before she answered the question he sat before her a month ago. He asked her for her hand in marriage, a bdsm marriage where he would legally marry her and make her Mrs. Carlos Balitrane, but he would also collar her. She would be his forever, his submissive, his wife, his lover, and hopefully the mother of his children. Even though he was a good twenty years older than she, Carlos adored her and wanted to pamper her, dominate her, and break that wild spirit that was in her and bring her to heel. Carlos knew that she didn't love him. She was fond of him and enjoyed his dominance. She was a quick and eager learner.

Kate finished with the New York Times, took a sip of her strong coffee and a bit of delicious French pastry that was so rich that it had to be sinful. With a slight moan of delight, she snapped open the Seattle Times to see the bold headline.

"Seattle welcomes the newest prince of the Kingdom of Grey. Anastasia and Christian Grey have announced that their son, born over a week ago is named Theodore Raymond Grey after his paternal grandfather, Theodore Trevelyan, a much respected lawyer nationally and internationally, and after Mrs. Grey's father, Mr. Raymond Steele, a retired Army officer and Master Carpenter. Grey's parents are beyond ecstatic and was overheard at dinner with friends that their grandson was the most beautiful child ever born. Hopefully someday soon the public will get a glimpse of the little Prince. If he is a mixture of his father and mother, then we at the Seattle Times would have to agree with the Grey Grandparents that Theodore Grey is the most beautiful child ever born."

Kate dropped the paper on the table. She knew Ana was pregnant but she was sure her friend would notify her when the baby was born. She snatched up the paper once again to read the date. This paper was weeks old. Ana's child would be almost two months old now. She had contemplated of returning to Seattle after Ana delivered and offer her services to Christian. She was sure he was needing a real submissive that could take the cane and the other harsher aspects of the lifestyle. A frown marred her face. Her Dad had told her that Christian was head over heels in love with his wife. There were no stories of cheating or betrayal during the pregnancy. Christian Grey was a loyal, loving husband.
"Mi amore, why the long face? Is the news bad in America?" Her Dom's deep Spanish lilt made her shiver. Carlos had a way of making her nearly combust with sexual desire with his voice. Kate watched with appreciation as her mature lover crossed the veranda to join her at her late morning breakfast. He bent over her, his large hand about her neck giving slight pressure and kissed her with dominance. "Tell me, my little Sub."

"My friend Ana, the girl I shared an apartment with during college, she had her baby a few weeks ago. I was sadden because she never bothered to call me to tell me the news. I just found out from an announcement in an old newspaper." She looked down at her hands that were folded in her lap showing her submission to her Dom.

"Are you jealous of this Ana who had a baby? Do you want a baby of your own?" He asked still holding her neck.

Kate swallowed hard. "I'm not jealous of Ana. She has nothing that I want. Everything I want is here … in front of me." Her eyes remained averted for his pleasure.

"So, you are accepting my proposal of marriage?" He asked as he kissed the delicate fold of her earlobe. She shivered as the excitement raced throughout her body. "Say yes, Katalina and all your dreams will come true. I will give you the world. Just be mine forever." He kissed her neck sliding down to her shoulders. "Say it, Katalina, just submit to me and my needs and all your wants will be laid at your feet."

Katherine took another deep breath. A part of her wanted to say yes, but there was just a little bit of Christian Grey obsession left in her soul. She still wanted him, or at least wanted to hurt him for rejecting her.

"Can you really give me what I want, Sir?" She asked as she lifted her eyes to gaze into his beautiful brown eyes.

"Tell me what your heart desires, Katalina and I will make it happen."

She knew he had to feel her heart racing. She could feel heart slamming against her chest. "I want to destroy Christian Grey and the only way to do that is thru his wife."

"You still want him." Carlos let go of her neck. "You would hurt the woman you call friend to get some revenge on a man who didn't want you."

"I will do anything, even sell my soul to the devil to get my revenge on him. He … he hurt me. He rejected my love and… and …then he takes after Ana Steele, the poor little girl from Montesano who has no upbringing, no social standing…all because she was a virgin." She realized that she was standing and yelling at her Dom. His eyes went from warmth to cold darkness in a nanosecond. "Oh, Sir, I am so sorry. I lost control of my anger." She went to her knees before him. With closed eyes she hoped that he wouldn't send her away. She could not take another rejection.

"Katalina, I think it's time that we renegotiate our contract and relationship." His voice was as cold as ice. Even though she was kneeling in the sunshine of the French Riviera she trembled in cold fear and desperation. "You will go to your room and wait for me." Carlos turned sharply and left her on the veranda. He would deal with her and her cold hearted obsession with Christian Grey after he finished a few business deals.

Fuck! She had fucked up royally! She slowly came to her feet. She really was her own worst enemy and she blamed Christian Grey. She had a man, a good man who adored her and wanted to give her all her dreams, but her obsession made her reckless. She looked about and wondered if she could escape Carlos and his disappointment. She couldn't bear to see his disenchantment of her. She really was fond of him, of his talent in the bedroom and the dungeon, and of course, his money. His wealth kept them exploring the world together. She had seen countries that most people would never dream of seeing. She met important people of industry, politics, entertainment, and even a few royal crowns of Europe. She took off her silk robe and walked naked down the marble stairs to the sands of the French Riviera beachfront property that Carlos owned. She was a failure. She could not live with herself in a life where she lost out to a hick girl from some hick town. The sun warmed her skin but she was cold inside. Her eyes took in the blue expanse of the Mediterranean Ocean and how it met the cloudless blue sky. So pretty! It was all so pretty. She would die in beauty. The water covered her feet then her ankles. As she walked further into the ocean and the water now covered her hips she could hear someone yelling her name. It was a man with a lyrical Spanish voice calling out to her. She turned slightly to see her lover running down the steps and his employees following. She smiled at him, gave a little wave, blew a kiss then went under as a wave claimed her.