Happy New Year!
For those that are interested, there is a Kate POV on my wordpress blog that informs this chapter. check it out at paleseptember10-wordpress-com - click on the menu for A Bad Word and you'll see it in the list under the heading ABW: Katherine POV - Honey do you have a chainsaw in your truck?
You can kiss my Mommy unlimited
Christian
Can someone please explain to me why I just called the Commissioner of SPD to have him look the other way when it came to an incoming Samantha Sparkles Cattrall.
What the fuck is Kavanagh upto?
I slam my car door and walk towards the precinct building that's illuminated with red and blue of the squad cars coming in and am met with Elliot heading towards me.
"What the fuck were you two up to?" I mutter, climbing the steps.
He gives me a brief summary of the events that took place and I'm both stunned and jealous that I didn't get to participate in this beatdown.
"And the name?"
"Oh, her fake ID. She never operates under her own name." When I ask him why the fuck she'd choose a name like that his answer surprises me.
"Dude! Sex and the city? Samantha Jones? Kim Cattrall? And who doesn't like sparkles?"
I can't believe Elliot Grey is saying all these words. I don't even know what half of them mean so I shake my head. This conversation is absurd and I'm too keyed up from this week. While I don't regret leaving Ana's apartment, tomorrow–rather later tonight–I might just completely lose all control, repeatedly, inside her.
She's like a drug and I'm addicted. I hate the comparison but it's the only one that seems to make sense. I want her all the damn time.
Thankfully, a phone call from one of the biggest donors does get the Commissioner out of bed to personally make sure that what I ask is carried out swiftly and discreetly. He still owes me a bucket full of favors, so I've got nothing to worry about.
"Why couldn't she just call her father for this shit?"
"Demon? Oh yeah, no way is she letting him know this happened. He'd use it against her."
"I'm sorry, what?" I hold back a laugh, "Demon?"
"Yeah they call Eamon the Demon. Apparently he's an even bigger asshole than you are on a good day."
"Watch it!" I warn him.
Chuckling he holds his hands up in defeat, "seriously, though… thanks. I've kind of gotten myself into trouble with this one."
I inhale deeply, bracing myself for another wave of bad and alarming news. "What else did you two do? I might just end up calling the Commissioner to reverse all this."
"Nah, nothing dire. I've fallen in love, man. I'm gonna marry that girl." He says, looking straight ahead and I follow his gaze to see Katherine Kavanagh strut down the hallway from where they let her out. Her dress is missing a strap, she's got a busted lip and smudged makeup. Did she accidentally knock him out too? Does Elliot have a concussion?
"Please don't," I beg him, "not her." Not a Kavanagh. Having to legally tolerate the demon's spawn. "Is there any room for reconsideration?"
"Nope. She's the one." He smiles as Kavanagh runs to him for a hug and he spins her around. What the fuck, they've only been apart for like what, an hour? For Christ's sake have some dignity, Elliot.
I grimace at the thought of them being married. I don't exactly know why I don't like her, I just don't. She hasn't really done anything wrong per se… but then again she's so… brash, forward, uncouth and well, she's the female version of Elliot and it's already been established that I can't stand him in male form.
She's also Ana's best friend and Sloane's godmother. She cares for them, tonight is evidence of that.
"You look like a hooker," I say in greeting. She can't expect me to lay out the red carpet at fucking 2am in the morning.
She gives me a slow and deliberate once over and raises an eyebrow, "and you look like a john who can't afford me."
The fuck?
"About that!" Elliot laughs, "you should know–" I glare at him, daring his wiseass to say another fucking word when he laughs it off, "see baby, he's so easy to rile up."
"You owe me," I tell her and she scoffs.
"No, I don't. There's no 'I owe you' when it comes to avenging Slofster and of course, keeping a bitch from trying to take my man away."
I roll my eyes and we move to exit the building and I walk the almost convicts to Elliot's truck.
"So what exactly did you do to her?"
"Smashed the door in her face, pulled her hair out, punched her in the face AND the tit then kicked her in the crotch. Don't get me wrong, I would've gone for more but the bitch took off her shoes and ran. Then the bouncer caught me and saw that I had also damaged property. Whatever, I'll pay for the repair.." Kate exhales dramatically. "Thanks for bailing me out though. See, I have manners."
It's not like I had a choice. More than Elliot, Ana and Sloane wouldn't forgive me.
"That bitch ran with her extensions hanging between her bare back ass crack." She adds, making Elliot and I snort out a laugh. The image however is both cringeworthy and hilarious.
"Elliot, take me to Taco Bell. I'm hungry."
"Anything you want, baby." He grins and she pulls him for a very indecent public display of affection.
I try not to gag, "you both are gross."
Kate pulls away and looks me squarely in the eye. "Bitch, please, I know what kind of nasty you're doing with my bff."
Fucking girl talk. But at the same time, I'm also flattered? That means, Anastasia is more than satisfied with our sex life. Well… aside from that little hiccup from Thursday night. I'm going to need confirmation. That has been simmering underneath the surface since then.
"Elliot, shove a damn taco in her mouth before she TMZ's my private life," I growl and turn to walk away. Or better yet, shove your dick instead.
Ah, who am I kidding? Katherine Kavanagh has a bigger dick than Elliot.
As much as I hate to admit it, she's making it very difficult not to like her.
Anastasia
I wake up to my tiny sloth still sleeping in my arms. I trace over an imaginary doodle on her face with my finger that eventually wakes her, eliciting an adorable yawn and needle to cuddle some more.
"Sloffee, are you still mad at me?" I ask her, doing my best to keep my tears at bay.
"No, I don't think so," she answers. "Christian said we will go to Disneyland some other time but he doesn't know when. How many more days do we have to wait?"
I sigh and hold her tighter.
"I promise you I'm working on it. As soon as we can go, we will. I just need some time. I promise to take you, I am just not sure when."
She doesn't answer and nuzzles against my neck, asking for more love.
My mind, body and soul feel so heavy. José's words have taken permanent residence in my brain space, echoing and blaring at inconvenient times and often. I told Mr. Koslov what José said and I really wanted to speak to Kate but this is a conversation I need to have with her face to face. Phone or messaging isn't an adequate medium to communicate this level of treachery over and besides, I need to be there to manage the fallout. Katherine Kavanagh is as unpredictable as plutonium and I can't risk her ending up in jail for murder. She will no doubt rip José's balls off and feed them to Gaia and then gut Gaia like a fish. Actually, she might do something worse. As it is, she was losing it over messages when I simply told her that José won't allow Disneyland unless I allow Mexico to happen. I had to beg her to take out the color from her reaction in case my text messages were subpoenaed or something.
I need to talk to her and find a way to carve some time out this weekend away from Christian to do it. And somehow not have Sloane within earshot as well. Maybe I can stick Christian, Sloane and Elliot with a movie so they can keep her company for like an hour while I get this out of my system because I feel like I will expire if I don't.
I suddenly feel like I can't breathe.
Not being able to tell Dad the truth either is weighing on me. He too didn't take it well when I only told him a fraction of what happened There was talk of only going to Mexico over his dead body but only after he was done making sure José's body was dead.
Deep breathing isn't helping. It's too early for wine and frankly speaking, I can't risk drunkenly spilling all the shit that happened at the mediation. My body and my mind is going haywire with damage control.
Making a lazy breakfast of just cereal for Sloane and oatmeal for myself, I tell her that since we're eating lunch from IKEA, it's important she get some fiber into her system.
"Oh my, Christian is going to LOVE IKEA, isn't he, Mommy?" Sloane grins, "we can buy him things for his office."
"Sweetheart, remember I told you that we can't just show up and tell people what things to change in their homes and offices."
"But Mommy, can I buy something small then? A small present?"
I roll my eyes. This child of mine really needs a spa month for her very overactive brain. "Okay, we'll look around for something small and ask him if he likes it? But if he doesn't like it, we can't force him."
Sloane nods in confirmation, "Mommy, if we're not going to Disneyland next weekend then what will we do?"
I swallow and take a long sip of my tea, scrambling to think of an alternative.
"Maybe we can go hiking with Grandpa and ask Christian, Elliot and Mia if they want to come too? When we see Grandpa tomorrow, will we talk to him about it."
"Can we go on Christian's boat again?"
Shit, she's getting so attached and now thinks things like this are a part of our life now. "I'm not sure, Sloffee. We'll have to ask."
"But it's my birthday," she reasons.
"I know it is but we still have to ask. What if he's busy? Remember, I told you that Christian has a very big job where he has to work a lot. Sometimes he has to work on weekends and take calls."
"He works on weekends? But weekends are for fun, Efun and Barracuda say it's the law."
"It's the law for little animals like you but not for grown ups sometimes." Her face falls.
Conversations like these are getting increasingly hard for me to have because it all seems to be on my shoulders. I just wish, José could have at least been a decent human being in this department. "Hey," I call out to Sloane and she looks up at me with sad eyes, "we'll figure it out, I don't want you to be sad." she nods but goes back to quietly eating her breakfast.
When we're done, I load up a show called "72 Cutest Animals" on netflix for her to watch and bide her time with while I clean up and sort out some of the leftover packed boxes in my room.
By the time I get to the third box of the remaining seven, I'm faced with memories of a very old life. My highschool year book, his HS team jersey, some old prints of pictures we took and made an–that I made–effort to print out and decorate our apartment with. We looked so young and happy. I haven't shown Sloane any of this, I don't know how to really explain it to her. I did love José at one point in my life, it may not have been as fierce as what I feel for Christian but it was something.
He was my closest friend for the longest time. I don't miss him as a lover but I do miss the friendship we used to have before everything got ruined by Gaia's lies. I don't wonder about what-ifs with him but for Sloane's sake, I do wish that she could see her parents as friends. Who could sit together and tell her the good times that we shared and that she came from a place of mutual love rather than a mistake he wanted to at first erase and then accept out of pressure only to abandon at the most critical moments for the years that would follow.
My daughter doesn't deserve to be used as a pawn for someone's financial and social gain. I will not diminish her value by accepting the price he's set on her head because to me she's priceless. And if I give in to José now, then it will open the floodgates and this never ending feud that Gaia has been championing will never end. She's now using José to further her emotionally immature and misinformed agenda against me with the sole purpose of making herself feel better.
She already has it all. José, money, success, freedom to fuck… why isn't it enough?
"Mommy, Christian is here!" Sloane calls out from my bedroom door with her excitement off the charts. "I checked, it's him. Can I open the door? He's waiting."
"Go ahead, baby." I reply heavily and throw the yearbook and other stuff back into the box and rush into the bathroom to wash and fix my face. I scrub my face more than necessary to calm myself down and erase any signs of crying.
I towel dry my face and take a deep breath, walking out of my room to see Sloane has trapped Christian into watching TV with her. She's lying on the couch resting her head on the arm rest and talking at the speed of light.
"Look Christian. They've got cute furry butts."
"I don't know about cute but they are furry butts," he replies, chuckling.
She sits up and looks up at him with serious eyes, "Mommy says, koalas are cute."
"I did say that, and you know I'm always right." Christian turns around to look at me and seconds later is up to lock me in a searing kiss. I melt into his arms, feeling the tension begin to leave my body.
Sloane groans dramatically, "you animals are always smooching. You only have four left."
Christian and I both laugh, "four left?" Oh right, he doesn't know about the limit.
"You're only allowed to give my Mommy five kisses a day."
"Five?" He squints his eyes at her, "what's it going to take for an unlimited count?"
"What's unnimited?" Sloane sits up.
I snort but Christian patiently answers, "un-limi-ted, it means that there's no limit. Like infinity."
"What's infinity?"
I purse my lips inward and do my best to not laugh. Oh Christian Grey, your hair is gonna go gray today.
"Uh, well.. It means you can't–…" he sighs and looks at me for help. I roll my eyes and take over.
"Sweetheart, what Christian is trying to say is that 5 kisses a day isn't enough for him. Maybe we could increase the number?"
"How many?"
"As many as he wants, I suppose."
Sloane blinks, looking around and shrugs, "okay! You can kiss my Mommy unlimited. Just not in front of me. I can't always keep my eyes closed."
"Thank you, Miss Sloth." Christian graciously accepts.
"You're welcome, Mr. Ape." Sloffee nods and unpauses the TV to continue watching koalas sleeping and eating in their habitats.
"Does this mean I can kiss the living shit out of you now?" He whispers.
"It would appear so." I giggle and the next thing I know, I'm telling Sloane Christian wants to have an important conversation with me and she answers with a distracted 'okaaaay' before I'm pinned against the wall behind my bedroom door and ensnared by Christian's lips and tongue.
He signals me to wrap my legs around him and takes down the energy a notch to walk me over to the bed and sit down.
"How are you feeling?"
"Okay," I shrug, panting and working to get my breathing under control "thank you for last night. You didn't have to do that."
"I'm used to having the Badger and Sloth angry at me but for them to be mad at each other? It felt like a doomsday scenario becoming a reality." I give him a small smile and avert my gaze but he cups my face to kiss me softly this time.
It feels nice to sit like this and be affectionate but in the distance that need starts to grow again till José's words put a damper on them like an unnecessary rain cloud.
"Have you told Kate about my past activities?" he asks after a few beats.
Surprised at his question, I immediately answer in the negative, "I mean, before our first date we did try and speculate why you were never linked to anyone… and then I confirmed that you were just very private and maybe had a fuck buddy situation."
He seems relieved but still curious by the way his expression changes, "so you haven't told her anything about our sex life? In detail?"
Where is this going? "No, not explicitly. She did walk in on us if you recall and when she asked me how it was and I said it was very nice. Mind you, I was also walking a little funny since you broke my vagina… that was indication enough. She knows I'm happy." I giggle and he narrows his eyes at me.
"Nice?" He repeats with an arched brow.
"Very nice?" I amend my statement and bat my eyes.
"I think I need to do some very dirty things to you to make you forget that word."
I shrug playfully and agree that maybe he does. That earns me a very hot and hard kiss.
"So you're not unsatisfied?"
Me? Unsatisfied? I'm overly indulged. How could he even think that?
I laugh incredulously, "why would you think I'm unsatisfied? If anything, I end up needing a damn spa day after you're done with me."
"Then what happened thursday night… because you didn't let me help you finish."
Thursday night? I think back to it and nothing comes to mind. I've been under so much stress that I feel as if I've begun to forget so many things and have pockets of time that are unaccounted for.
"Honestly, Christian I don't even remember Thursday night. Like my mind is really drawing a blank right now."
When he recaps the events, I still can't seem to remember, "Christian, it's completely fine. What's one missed orgasm out of so many hits?" His expression is still unsure and I begin to wonder why this is such a big deal. It's just one missed orgasm, the world is still standing, "but I love that it means a lot to you to check in."
"Promise me you'll talk to me first about any sexual unsatisfactions, should you ever have them, in the future and not Kate. Her mouthing off me had me alarmed for a good minute last night."
Last night?
"You hung out with them last night?"
"I wouldn't qualify bailing her ass out of jail as hanging out," he snorts. My eyes widen and I tense. He notices the shift in my body and looks at me quizzically, "wait, you didn't know? She hasn't told you yet?"
"What the hell do you mean she was in jail?"
"Wait, you don't know? You really don't know?"
"CHRISTIAN!"
"Hold on," he chuckles, grabbing on to my thighs to keep me secure, "I need to savor this. I know gossip before you do. Which means, I don't get into trouble this time. Kate and Elliot do. This is amazing. I love this feeling."
He's enjoying this but I am not. What the fuck did Kate do? He won't even let me move off of him so I can call her and demand that she tell me. So I cross my arms and stare, waiting for him to get done, which he eventually does.
"If you don't start talking, you are getting into trouble now fucking tell me."
My blood pressure rises to an impossibly dangerous point. Mr. Billionaire Money Bags had to call in the Commissioner to keep her from being processed. At least she had the foresight to be Sparkles. But going after Gaia… I'm both pissed that she did it and did it without me. I'm conflicted. But why the hell would Gaia be trying to hook up with Elliot again, that makes no sense.
She obviously knows that he's Christian's brother so why even go there? Unless she thought he didn't know about the different name?
"I'm going to kill her," I mutter and get off his lap.
"Can I watch?" he laughs and I shoot him a sharp look that makes him go quiet.
Kate doesn't realize how bad this can be for me now. What if Gaia comes forward and presses charges against her, that will reflect poorly on me and since Kate is the second registered guardian after Dad… fuck, FUCK! Now I really need to tell her what José said and how bad it is. While it will most definitely drive her to murder, it could also give her pause. I'm really hoping it's the latter.
I tell Christian I need him to watch Sloane for a few minutes while I go and wake up Kate and Elliot to read them the riot act but he tells me that Kate's at Elliot's place.
Fine. Then facetime will do.
"What happened, Mommy?" Sloane notices my frantic disposition.
"Nothing bad, baby. Your Aunt Kate and bestfriend Elliot are in trouble." I huff, "I need to have a talk with them."
"Oh… you're mad at them. Will they be grounded?" Sloane asks.
"You best believe they will be." I reply and tell her that I need to disappear again for a few minutes. Thankfully, she's too enamored by the animal countdown on television to really pay attention to the drama unfolding.
I go back into my room and try to shut the door but Christian Grey does not understand the meaning of privacy and I'm too tired to fight him as well.
"I'm not missing this for the world," he says, gingerly taking a seat on the bed. His playful energy is a bit of a turn on right now but I need to focus.
I call once, no answer. I call again, still no answer. I call a third time and Kate finally picks up, a groggy mess and parched throat, barely able to say words. God, it's like something died in her hair. I see a naked shoulder nearby, I guess they both finally did it. I'd ask for details but for now there are far more pressing matters to discuss.
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?"
Kate clears her throat, "he told you? Remind him that snitches get stitches."
"HAH!" Christian laughs, "and yet here I am laughing my ass off while you're–" I give him a look that stuns him into silence.
Kate snickers and I hear Elliot groan from the side asking what's happening.
"Kate, this was insanely irresponsible."
"Nope, it wasn't. That bitch ruined Sloane's birthday plans and tried to entice Elliot into a threesome. She's lucky to be alive."
"And what if she presses charges against you? How is that going to reflect on my case given that you're Sloane's guardian and have frequent access to her?"
"She's too chicken shit to do that. We have her texts on Elliot's phone proving that she wanted to hook up with him. I think we should print those out and send them to José. Like, 'hey dumbass, look how your whore is trailing for dick that's bigger and better than yours'…"
"And Kate can successfully confirm that it's bigger and better…" Elliot adds, leaning in with a big unashamed grin on his face.
I see them both together and despite Kate's slightly busted lip, messed up hair and light bruise to her face, she looks happy. They both look adorable together but not enough to sway the angry mom inside me.
"So fucking gross," Christian mutters.
"This conversation isn't over. Kate, I really need to talk to you tonight." I give her the look which she immediately understands.
We agree to meet at Escala for dinner later tonight.
"Are you really mad at her?" Christian asks from the doorway to the bathroom as I apply a bit of my makeup to look like a human being.
I sigh and look at his reflection,"Christian, I don't particularly enjoy being like this. So yes, I am pissed off. Because while it may seem like fun and games, it's not. There can be very real consequences to what Kate did. I don't like sitting around and thinking about every worst case scenario that could happen but right now I have. I don't have the luxury of thinking it'll all work out in my favor because realistically it's not going to. I have reluctantly accepted the premise of joint custody because unless some miracle is written in the stars for me, there is no way a judge will grant my request for sole custody. And how the hell am I supposed to ask for supervised visits if Gaia presses charges against Kate, which in turn makes José demand that she not be allowed near Sloane and removed as her guardian. It is not out of the realm of possibility for this to happen."
He doesn't say anything.
"I am already stressed the fuck out, I don't need more things I can't control. I already have an abundance of shit that's out of my hands," my voice trembles and I take a deep breath and dig into my makeup bag to find the damn mascara while doing my best to not cry.
"Hey," he whispers softly, kissing my neck and holding me close. We stand like this for a few minutes and I employ extraordinary control in keeping myself from breaking down which keeps me from really enjoying his embrace.
I ask him for a few minutes to finish up my makeup and compose myself before we have to head out and he leaves me to do so without protest.
Thank God.
"Are we ready for IKEA?" I ask, walking out of my room. Sloane rushes through switching off the TV and jumps up.
"I WAS BORN READY!" Christian and I laugh at her enthusiasm, "is Christian ready?"
"Honey, I don't think he's ready for anything when it comes to us."
"It's okay, Christian." Sloane walks up to Christian and looks up at him. He really seems taller when she does that. "IKEA is not a scary. It's a magical. Mommy says, IKEA is our happy place."
Christian chuckles, "thank you, Sloane. I was worried there for a minute."
"Mommy, do we have to go pick up the spaceship now?"
"Yes we do. Christian's going to get the full IKEA experience with the Badger and the Sloth."
"What is a spaceship?" Christian asks as I close the door.
"So, I always book one of those big family vans via zipcar. I jokingly call it the spaceship." I giggle, "it just helps when I buy those big furniture pieces and I stick them in the back. My own car is really small."
"You mean the soccer mom vans?" he's horrified. Oh, this is going to be fun.
"Yeah."
"I'm not driving that. Nope." He flat out refuses. Wasn't gonna ask you anyway.
"You don't have to drive, Mommy drives the spaceship," Sloane reminds him as we exit into the lobby. The zipcar location with the car is about three blocks away from our building.
"I don't want to sit in the spaceship."
"Why, afraid your reputation won't survive it?" I laugh.
"We already have an SUV waiting, we can drive by Escala and pick an additional one to follow us. It'll be empty and you can load your stuff into it."
This man is a second away from a heart attack, I can tell. He really doesn't want to sit in the spaceship–as if it would diminish his virility.
I sigh and resolve to have it delivered instead in case it doesn't fit. I need to buy two accent chairs and a small table to place in between them to at least complete the seating part of the living room before Sloane's birthday. And maybe some nice artwork to fill up my very empty walls.
"Fine, we'll just go in your car," I acquiesce, tired from it all.
"Perfect," he smiles, looking every bit pleased with himself. "It's one less thing for you to do."
Yeah, yeah… whatever.
A/N: The next chapter is taking me a bit of time to write. The IKEA experience will be interesting to say the least.
But till then, now we know that Kate isn't fully aware of what transpired at the mediation and what Ana's thought process has been since Thursday afternoon.