12/29/2020
I know, I know. It's been forever but I really wanted to update once before the year was over.
Chapter song: Starboy - The Weeknd
Chapter 17 - I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Monday, after July 4th weekend.
CPOV
There's scum of the earth and then there's Kavanagh. He's bad enough on his own but the fact that he's reproduced and has his spawn running wild, following in their father's footsteps... that's the last thing that this world needs.
It wasn't that difficult to find out that six of his female interns in the last eight years had a habit quitting abruptly, without working out their notice. He is currently on his seventh intern. And by the looks of the surveillance we've gathered, he has literally been on her in many forms.
"He certainly has a type. Young, late teens to early twenties. All women are from middle class families and have been paid off different amounts by the same account that was used to wire money to Mr. Steele's account." Welch tells me.
"I see. From the Caymans?"
"Affirmative."
"What about Gia Matteo?"
"Well, she was the first victim it seems, granted she was above the age of consent, she's the one who stayed with the Senator the longest. A year and half to be exact. She and her family currently own a ranch in rural Pennsylvania. They packed up and moved without warning according to the neighbors we talked to in her old Queens neighborhood. Ms. Matteo dropped out of college and is a young mother to a six year old girl— Katarina Matteo. The physicalities and timeline matches that of the Senator being the father."
The fucking devil's spawn strikes again. "Any name listed on the birth certificate?"
"None."
"We're going to need DNA analysis to confirm." I mutter.
"We have a plan in place. A teacher at the girls school to get us a hair sample and visiting cleaning staff at the Senator's residence in DC will get us one."
I nod. "What about Mrs. Kavanagh?"
Welch exhales sharply. "The story out there is that her health has been on the decline for the past few years. From what we can find out, it seems to be early on-set dementia. She has a full time nurse and remains indoors and out of sight for the most part."
Ana speaks highly of Mrs. Kavanagh and it's a shame that she's sick but at least she doesn't have to witness and remember how shitty her family truly is.
"How long till we have confirmation about the girl being Kavanagh's daughter?"
"Before the end of the week. I have files on the other interns including his current one. All women were under his personal mentorship." Welch grits out in disgust as he hands me the files to review for later. "The press leak will need to be timed and so far, with the exception of one major publication... most report favorably and have endorsed him."
"There are rumors about him being vetted to be the VP pick."
Great, just what we need. A fucking predator a heartbeat away from the presidency.
"I've heard the same," Welch adds. "They should ideally announce before the convention in August in which case it will need to be timed and leaked right as his name is put in the ring for maximum effect and coverage."
A smile spreads across my lips and I see Welch mirror it. "It appears we're going to have some fun watching all this unfold. I never was one for reality television but this might change my mind."
"I'll have all the details by the end of this week and we can discuss the information hand off."
"Thanks Welch." I nod and dismiss him.
Friday evening.
APOV
It's been a stressful week for the both of us. Jack had a string of his usual obscene, unimaginative and repetitive shoots that are basically visual white noise to me now. Sometimes I wonder how I will last the year.
Christian had to fly out to the west coast for a work related thing and only came back this afternoon but still Mr. CEO is very preoccupied with the ongoings of his empire. He lets me crash in his study and take residence on his couch so I can work on my own editing for my personal editorial work.
Every now and then I catch him staring at me while I work. I'm listening to music and fully engrossed in my task that when I catch his eye it's a little unnerving. His stare is intense, I've been waving him off with funny faces and overt hand gestures that make him laugh sometimes before he resumes his work.
It's been three whole days since I had sex with Mr. Billionaire. The withdrawal is real. Okay, I lie a little. We did have a very robust makeout session in the car where he got me off.
"Bitch, say it for what it really is, you're having Billionaire cock withdrawals" Pornstar Pam yells from the corner of the room while she files her nails.
I suppose Pam speaketh the truth. There is no substitute for the real deal. I even closed down my firework factory and abstained from any self pleasuring activities while he was away since apparently that helps when you finally do get your party on. Christian wasn't happy with the lack of phone sex but agreed to abstain, though i'm pretty sure he jacked off— I should ask him about that. In any case, I made up for the phone sex by catering to his sexting whims. The man has a very overactive imagination. I am never going to outshine him and the thought is a sad one.
As I ponder on my less than sexually exciting state of affairs in this moment, I sigh and distractedly look up in his direction.
Christian should be paying attention to his conference call and he is but he's giving me that signature I need to fuck you look again.
I hear Pornstar Pam sound the alarm and all the ladies come rushing in to take a seat on the couch around me with a bucket of popcorn that they're frantically passing around as they watch the previews before the real movie begins.
"Go and fuck him. He wants you." Sassy Sally, nudges me and shares a high five with Pornstar Pam.
"Yeah, you rode his expert fingers now go feed him some dessert or ride his dick or both. The man's hungry. Don't deny him." Pornstar Pam adds.
We just stare at each other from across the room. I'm a wet mess and I've technically never initiated sex with him. I just happen to be always ready to go whenever he is which is usually all the damn time when we're together. He's relaxed in his chair, sitting in profile for the most part with his elbow on the armrest. His lips are wearing a light smirk with his index finger dancing over his lips—god dammit, he might as well be playing my throbbing clit at this point. Great, now i'm just a wet, slightly heavy breathing mess.
"JUST GO." Wedding and Family planner Wanda whines. "I wanna plan this wedding already."
"You heard the nerd." Sassy Sally mumbles with a mouthful of popcorn before abruptly getting up and walking over to Christian. She scans his crotch area, still holding her bucket, shoving another mouthful and looks back at me. "Oh yeah, he's ready to go honey and by the looks of it, he doesn't wanna swing that club lightly. He wants to hit a motherfucking homerun girl." She looks down again and then back at us with raised brows. "Several by the looks of it."
All the ladies start to cheer in unison to get my sex on and I tell them to shut up while I find a little more courage.
I dryly swallow and close the lid of my laptop, putting it to the side and stand up. Get your sex on, Steele. His conference call is still going and I hear people talking but it's all klingon to me at this point. He watches me like a predator while I walk over to him, as soon as I reach his chair, he just looks up and cocks his head to the side and I give him a smile.
"Yeah girl, ride that dick!" Pornstar Pam cheers.
He watches me, steel grey eyes growing darker and hungrier. He doesn't move an inch but continues to watch me. I take a step forward and straddle him and he groans a little when my crotch lands on his and I feel how hard he is. 10 points for Sassy Sally, who does a victory lap.
Before I lean in to kiss him, he barks in the direction of the phone hanging up on his conference call. I startle and move back. Maybe I shouldn't have approached him when he was working.
"I just wanted to give you a kiss." I half lie.
"I want more than a kiss." He reveals with a husky voice, still leaning back.
"Why did I have to fall in love with a workaholic Billionaire?" I pout playfully before moving in for a quick peck
He chuckles and unclips my hair from the messy bun I've tied it into and runs his fingers through it, watching it fall all around me.
"Because the harder I work, the harder I can play with you." His voice is dark and seductive, while his hands continue to roam down from my neck, groping my breasts and a shiver runs through my body in excitement. I grind against him in response, trying not to moan and he closes his eyes briefly savoring the feeling and leans kiss my neck.
"Three days, Christian." I pull his face back and whisper against his lips. "You haven't fucked me in three days."
"YAS GIRL TELL HIM TO FUCK YOU INTO NEXT YEAR." Pam claps.
His breathing is heavier now and he's looking into my eyes, it's a hunger I've yet to see in him but also a longing I think. I know he's been stressed out and I want to be there for him even if I don't understand the business stuff.
"I want to be rough with you." He finally tells me after a few moments. "I want you to be completely mine." His hands grip my hips a little hard and I feel my breathing accelerate. If I come like this it'll be so embarrassing. "But i'm afraid I won't be able to stop if I do."
"Then don't." I cradle his face to kiss him again before my hands travel down to unbuckle his belt, bypassing his pants to reach into his boxers and begin to stroke him. "Be rough with me, own me, make me yours."
"I taught her that shit." Pam boasts his accomplishments like a proud mother.
He reaches down and just like that another perfectly pair of panties is ruined. I giggle, shaking my head and he chuckles. "Another reason why I work hard is so I can buy you more underwear to rip."
I lift myself up and guide him inside me and the feeling is incredible.
"Fuck." I groan, closing my eyes. I missed this. I hear him growl before he grabs my face and kisses me roughly. It's so hot. Our tongues and teeth clash, fighting for dominance, while I grind on him in a circular motion. We moan into each other. This feels primal and I don't want it to end.
His hands moved down to my hips thrust himself into me forcefully. "Tight, warm and mine." He hisses and rips the front of my dress so that my breasts are at the mercy of his expert tongue.
"Girl, we are not even mad about this cause he ripped his own dress and there's a closet full of more where that came from. CARRY ON." Freeloader Fannie rallies and everyone else claps and howls like a bunch of hyenas.
I get so lost in our intense rhythm that I don't even realize he's lifted me up, till he puts me down on the table and I feel the hard surface against my back.
Wrapping my ankles around his neck he really drives into me and angles himself to hit that sweet spot.
"CHA CHING." The girls applaud.
I don't even recognize the sounds I'm making when I finally cum but he's still not done. He grabs my legs, squeezing them close together to throw over his right shoulder, wrapping his arm around my thighs while the free hand roughly grabs my breast and plays with my nipple. The man is a speedy and erratic beast right now. I have zero complaints.
"SAME, GURLLLL SAME." Sassy Sally fist pumps in the air.
"Come on, baby… give me another one." He orders me through gritted teeth and I screw my eyes shut to focus on the sensations of what his body is doing to mine.
"OBEY THE BILLIONAIRE COCK." Pam cheers and I want to roll my eyes at her.
When I finally cum which is in no time at all because I'm so green at all this, he lets go of my legs and spreads my thighs apart. Suddenly his mouth is on my clit.
"FEED THE BEAST." Wedding & Family Planner Wanda screams."GET A RING FOR DESSERT."
"Fuck… Christian… I-I.. oh fuck.." I cry. Does he really expect to cum again? I'm going to DIE.
"Shut the fuck up, no you're not." Pam dismisses me before taking a shot and claps a few times. "Whooo, that was some good tequila."
"We taste good together." Christian moans appreciatively with his tongue circling my core and then he sticks two fingers inside me and moves his tongue up my slit over and over again, building me up to that familiar peak.
I scream, almost crushing his face between his thighs. I see stars and my body goes completely limp. He stands up and leans over of me with that sexy bad boy smirk and lips glistening with evidence of his little trip to the dessert cart.
"Dessert cart! I like that!" Sassy Sassy claps and everyone laughs.
The room is filled with the sounds of our breathing and soft laughter while we try to bring our heart rate back to normal. He brings two fingers to my lips, silently ordering me to suck and I follow because sexually this man has me under a spell and I'm completely at his mercy. We do taste good.
"Women who fall under the sex spell always have a rude awakening." Sabotage Susan sneers and all the women scream at her to shut up by smacking her up the head before she storms out the room.
When he's satisfied, Christian showers me with soft, sweet kisses and looks into my eyes. "I missed you."
"I could tell." I giggle and he holds my gaze with a smile.
"I'm also not done with you." He says, lifting us both from the table and helping me clean up. "I have one last call to make, it'll take just a few minutes then I'm yours." He promises with a soft kiss. "I'm going to stay buried in you all night."
"MAKE HIM TAKE A BLOOD OATH ON THAT." Pornstar Pam orders.
"It's okay, Mr. Billionaire. Work comes first but little distractions like this are nice." I wink and he chuckles. "Take your time, i'll go work in the bedroom." Giving him a small kiss, I turn to leave but he stops me and cups my face.
"No I mean it. I'll be done in 10 minutes tops. How about you get us a bath ready and then I'll join you." I nod and he kisses me deeply but there's more to this one. He sometimes gets a little emo on me post-sex sometimes but it's very sweet and I like it.
We break apart for air and there's a look in his eyes that I can't quite understand.
"You mean so much to me." He begins. "I'll do anything to protect you."
I'm paralyzed by his words.
"HOLY SHI—"
SHUT UP SASSY SALLY. Let me enjoy and decipher this.
"Christian I—" he silences me with another kiss and I get lost again. I'm in a daze once he's done.
"Now wench, go prepare me a bath." He spanks my ass. I laugh and head out to do just that.
I hear all the girls rush behind me as I walk, holding my laptop to my chest to hide my ripped up dress.
"I have a game plan, don't you worry." Pam assures, putting an arm around me. "We're gonna show him who's boss and make him moan like a pornstar tonight."
"Maybe then we'll get a ring?" Wanda pipes up from behind, cleaning her glasses.
"SHUT UP WANDA." We all yell at her.
CPOV
I watch Ana walk out. The woman is a goddess. It took every ounce of self control to not fuck the living shit out of her when I picked her up from work. I had to keep my head in the game for all this shit that i'm dealing with. Three days without her felt like a fucking eternity but I didn't want to start something only having to stop because of work.
My resolve wavered twice, not that I care. It was worth it. Watching and feeling her body react to me is fucking addictive. Simply put she's a drug.
This afternoon, Welch provided me with the final dossier with irrefutable proof that Kavanagh is the father of Gia's daughter in addition to another nugget of information–– a possible financial link between the head of the FCC and the Kavanagh's. It's not concrete but it's a nudge in the right direction and could bring up the Kavanagh Media and MBC merger up for review again.
I hate to disrupt innocent lives but I'll happily set them up somewhere in Europe for their troubles as a consolation once the Kavanagh's are ruined. They railroaded an innocent 14 year old girl and tried to ruin her life and she is the woman who I happened to fall in love with. Now that bitch is trying to trap Elliot. I don't take that shit lightly.
All is fair game now.
I'm not letting the Kavanagh's off the hook.
There's only one publication we can trust to bring this all out into the open. The Kavanagh's started an all-out war when they were the first to report on his divorce before it was final and how he had moved on with another woman. Since then it's been hits back and forth.
I pick up my phone and make the call.
"Christian Grey." The voice on the other line greets me.
"Bezos." I smirk.
He laughs. "To what do I owe this––well, I'm not sure what to think of this unexpected call?"
"Let's just say, I have an early Christmas present in the form of a WashPo exclusive, should your team choose to fact check and run it."
"How good is it?"
"It involves a certain member of the legislative branch."
"Hmm, same question as before, how good is it?"
"Enough to ruin a possible Vice-Presidential run, resign from public office and send the cretin back to the rock he crawled out from." I tell him.
"So he came after you too?" I detect a hint of surprise on his part.
"In a way, yes. I want him publicly humiliated. Nothing is off limits."
Visions of the entire Kavanagh empire burning to the ground flash in front of my eyes and it's a beautiful sight.
"Nothing more satisfying than public humiliation. Send me whatever you have and I'll have my people look into it."
"My head of security will be in touch." I tell him.
"I look forward to it." He laughs. "I've had a special bucket of kerosene with his name on it...just been waiting for the right match."
We say goodbye and hang up. I take a deep breath and roll my neck to rid myself of the unnecessary tension. A few more weeks till all this is over and these pieces of shit are completely out of our lives and Ana and I can move forward.
I need to meet her father soon and get his approval if I have any chance in hell to really move forward with Ana.
I walk out of the study towards my bedroom, time to go find my girl and celebrate a productive end to the week.
A/N: CG ain't playin'. He's out for blood.
Next chapter, CG meets Ray? Let's see.