Me and Mr. Grey…...Part 24
"Well, I guess everything is in order. She has declined spousal support."
Brenda shifted in her seat.
Her lawyer whispered in her ear. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I have my own money. I don't need his."
"You could get a lot. Especially, with no pre-nup. I still can't believe he did not file the papers."
Brenda frowned. "I don't care. I don't want his money."
Christian didn't say a word.
He just sat there.
His lawyer did all of the talking. "If there isn't anything else?"
He looked over at Christian.
Christian shook his head.
He looked across the table at Brenda.
She shook her head. "No, I'm just ready to leave. Are we done?"
Her lawyer stood up. "I guess, that's it."
Brenda stood up thanked her lawyer, and left without saying a word to Christian...
Brayden was home with Taylor and Miss Thomas.
He smiled when she walked in.
"Hello, Mommie."
Brenda returned his smile. "Hello, Sweetheart!"
She kissed the top of his head.
"What are you doing?"
Brayden looked up at her. "I'm building a ship."
"Out of popsicle sticks?"
"Yes, Taylor is teaching me."
She ran her fingers through his hair. "Well, it looks lovely. Look…I have another appointment, would you like to come?"
"No, I'll stay with Taylor and Miss Thomas."
"Ok, I won't be long. And your father should be here in a little while."
"Ok."
She kissed him and left...
She was on the way out when she almost ran into Christian.
Their relationship had deteriorated a lot.
They weren't friends or anything else.
They were very good at faking it around Brayden, but when he wasn't around, they didn't speak at all.
He went in the house and she walked down the stairs, without so much as a glance...
"So, what do you think?"
Diana looked around. "I love it. It's you."
"Yes, it is. It's smaller than Christian's house, but I like it. It's in the same neighborhood, so he won't have a problem seeing Brayden."
"So, the divorce will be final in sixty days?"
Brenda placed her hands on her hip. "Yep."
"And he is ok with you moving out?"
"We are getting divorce, I can do what I want. I don't even think he cares. He just wanted joint custody of Brayden."
Diana smiled. "Divorces can sometimes get messy, I'm glad you two are doing the best thing for Brayden and not making it all about yourselves. I'm proud of you."
"No, I would never do anything to hurt Brayden and neither would Christian."
Diana sat down in one of the chairs. "So, when is your first night in this place?"
"Tonight."
Diana looked around. "Well, it's ready."
"And all of our things have been moved here. I didn't take all of Brayden's things, because he'll spending half his time with me, and half with Christian."
"Brenda, when you told me you two were getting a divorced, I honestly thought eventually the two of you would work it out."
"No, it's over, and it should be. We were all wrong for each other."
"Are you happy?"
"No, but this is necessary, and maybe I will be one day?"
Diana smiled. "You will."
"Well, I have to go and get Brayden."
Diana stood up. "And I have to go and get Ariyanna."
Brenda grabbed her keys. "Do you remember when we were single and had no responsibilities?"
Diana nodded. "Yes."
"Do you miss it?"
Dian shook her head. "No."
Brenda smiled. "Me either."
They left...
"Why can't Christian come?"
"Remember he is going to stay here. And you will too...sometimes."
Brayden looked confused. "Why can't we just stay here…together?"
"I wanted my own house remember? And your father wanted his."
Brayden frowned. "You don't love him anymore?"
Brenda swallowed hard. "Um…it's not that Sweetheart, I just want my own house."
He nodded. "Can Tango come?"
"Of course, Tango can come."
He smiled. "Ok, I'm ready."
Brenda laughed.
Christian didn't say anything. He just stood there.
Brayden ran over and hugged him. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Christian kissed the top of his head. "Can't wait."
Brayden waved goodbye to Taylor.
Taylor smiled. "See you later."
Brenda grabbed Brayden's hand and walked out of the house, with Tango following close behind.
Christian watched them get into the car and drive off...
The next couple of weeks Brenda worked hard on getting settled in her new house.
She barely saw Christian, besides the couple of minutes it took for him or her to pick up Brayden.
They talked only when necessary and it was always about their son.
It ended up taking Brayden longer than expected to adjust.
He often slept in Brenda's room.
One night after he'd fallen asleep, she called Lois.
"Hello, Brenda, how is the new house?"
"I love it."
"How is Brayden liking it?"
"He is still trying to get use to things."
"Has he slept in his new room yet?"
"Not yet."
Lois tried to reassure her. "He will eventually, give him time."
Brenda walked over to the window and looked out. "Lois, I need to tell you something. I have to tell somebody."
Lois flopped down on her bed. "What?"
"Please, don't tell anyone."
"Bren, just spit it out!"
"I'm pregnant."
"Oh my God! With whose child?"
"My soon to be ex husband."
"Oh my God! And he doesn't know?"
Brenda started biting her fingernails. "No. I tried to tell him, but he wouldn't listen."
"And you haven't told Julia or Diana either?"
"No, Julia would tell Christian, and Diana would have a heart attack."
"How many weeks?"
"Fourteen."
"Oh my God! Brenda?! You are almost four months pregnant?"
"Almost."
"Are you showing?"
"I have a tiny bump, but I just wear shirts that have movement, and I'm fine."
"When are you going to tell Christian?"
"I don't know. I really wish I didn't have to. I don't want him to think I'm using this baby, to get back in his life."
"Why would he think that?"
"I don't know. But I'll wait till the divorce is final, and then I'll tell him."
"How long before it's final?"
"Sixty days."
"Brenda, you'll be almost seven months pregnant."
"I know."
"Brenda, you will be showing."
"I know."
"So, what are you going to do?"
"Hide."
"Geez...Louise. Bren!"
"I know Lois, I didn't ask his sperm to fertilize my egg."
"You weren't on birth control?"
"No, I had it removed."
"You should have used a condom."
"I should have done a lot of things."
"Brenda, you should just tell him. It's his child too."
"I know. I just don't want to be around him. He has been a son of a b*tch lately."
"Brenda! You injured the man! He had to get stitches! I would be a b*tch to you too!"
"I said I was sorry."
"He could've had you arrested."
"I know."
"Look, it's obvious it is over between you two. But you have Brayden, and another child on the way. You're going to have to be around each other."
"I know, Louis."
"Just tell him. I know you hate him right now, but it's the right thing to do. You won't be able to hide your growing stomach for much longer. In a few weeks it will get harder."
"I know. And get this, I'm having dinner at Christian's parent's house tomorrow. I didn't want to go, but they insisted."
"Christian is going to be there?"
"Of course, it's his parents house. I don't understand why they invited me? Christian and I are not together."
"You are Brayden's mother, and maybe to them, you are apart of the family."
"Maybe so. I just don't want to be around Christian."
"Get over it, you have at least 18 more years to be around Christian." Lois burst into laughter.
Brenda was not amused. "Ha...Ha. Goodnight."
"Love you."
"I love you too."
"Call me tomorrow and let me know how things went."
Brenda sighed. "I will..."
Christian looked around the small apartment.
It had to be a one bedroom, it was too small to have a second bedroom.
Just one hour ago, he was sitting at a bar alone. And now he was in this apt, with a girl he hadn't seen since high school.
A pretty blonde named Joan, who had long legs and big beautiful breasts.
She didn't give him the time of day in high school, or maybe it was the other way around. He couldn't remember, but they reconnected and here he was.
He got up and went into the kitchen.
He poured himself another drink, and downed it.
"I'm back."
He turned.
Joan was standing there…naked.
He sat his glass down, and walked up to her.
He pulled her to him, and kissed her hard, while at the same time palming her massive breasts.
She reached down and went to work on his belt buckle.
She unzipped his pants, and slipped her hand inside.
She broke the kiss. "Oh my God, you're huge."
She dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth...
Brenda pulled up to the house.
It had actually been awhile since she'd been there.
This was Brayden's first time visiting his grandparent's house, since he came back.
Maybe, that's why they invited her too. Well, more like insisted.
She didn't know why she was so nervous, well yes she did.
She didn't want to be around Christian.
Not only that, she was also worried that someone might hug her a little to tightly and feel her tiny bump.
Maybe, she could lie, and tell them she didn't feel well, and just drop Brayden off?
She looked in the rearview mirror.
She couldn't do that, it would make it seem like she was avoiding Christian.
She looked down at her ensemble.
She had on a black pants suit, with a cream colored loose blouse.
Her hair was pulled up into a ponytail.
She hoped no one could tell she was pregnant.
"You look pretty, Mommie."
She turned and looked back at Brayden, who was sitting in the backseat. "And you look handsome, Baby."
She got out of the car, walked over to the opposite side, and opened his door. "Let's go."
He jumped out and sprinted up the stairs.
"Brayden, slow down!"
He pressed the doorbell.
Brenda made it to the top of the stairs.
The door opened.
Grace smiled. "Welcome, we've been waiting on you two."
She leaned down and hugged Brayden. "Hello, Baby Boy."
Brayden smiled. "Hello!"
She stood up and hugged Brenda. "Hello, Brenda."
"Hello, Dr. Grace."
"Grace."
"Ok, Grace."
She moved to the side. "Come on in."
Brayden went in and Brenda followed.
She was expecting a house full of people, but it was just Carrick, Elliot and his date, Mia and her date, and...Christian.
Brayden smiled. "Christian!"
He ran up to this father.
Christian hugged him and messed up his hair. "How did you sleep last night?"
"Fine."
Mia walked up to Brenda.
They embraced.
The had become a lot closer.
Brenda felt like she owed her everything.
"How are you, Brenda?"
"I'm fine. Don't I look fine? Mia, tell me I look fine."
"You always look beautiful, but honestly you look like you want to run out of here."
"It's just awkward. We don't talk, well outside of Brayden. And now I'm here. It's too fresh. It's only been a couple of weeks, since we signed the divorce papers."
"I know, but Mom thought it would be better if you two could be here for Brayden. He loves both of you so much."
"And we love him. And I love you, because we would have never seen him again, if it were not for you."
"God had me in the right place at the right time."
"Yes, HE did."
Mia sipped on her champagne. "Would you like something to drink?"
"Just water."
Mia placed her hand on her hip and cocked her head to the side. "Water?"
"I have to drive home."
"You don't have to, we can get someone to drive you and Brayden home."
"No, I just don't want any alcohol tonight."
Mia grinned. "Afraid you might end up in bed with your future ex husband?
Brenda laughed. "No."
"Ok, water it is..."
Brenda was so uncomfortable. She stayed as far away from Christian as possible.
She talked to everyone but him.
When it was time for dinner, Brenda was grateful that they were not sitting anywhere near each other.
He was sitting on the opposite end and the opposite side of the table.
She sat next to Carrick and Mia.
He sat next to Grace and Brayden.
Elliot and his date sat in front of her.
Mia's date was on the opposite of Mia.
She didn't have to see him…or talk to him.
She relaxed, and dinner turned out to be actually pleasant.
Brayden was a chatterbox that night..
He talked about his life at the boarding school and the chores he had to do.
Brenda and Christian already knew all about it. They talked to him rather extensively after he returned home. They wanted to know how he was treated and what life was like there.
According to Brayden, he was not mistreated.
After dinner was done dessert was served.
During dessert Elliot stated that he had an announcement.
He and his date Cindy, who he'd been apparently been seeing for awhile, were getting engaged.
Grace started crying and so did Mia.
They both seemed to like Cindy a lot. She was a slim red head.
He must have a thing for red heads. The last girl Brenda saw him with, had red hair.
Their glasses were filled with wine, and Carrick made a toast.
Brenda put her glass up to her lips, pretending to drink, and sat it down.
She congratulated them both, so did Christian, along with everyone else.
Grace wiped her tears away with a handkerchief. "Well, I hope you two have lots of grandbabies!"
Elliot looked like he was going to faint at the mention of babies.
"My Mommie is having a baby!"
The whole table got quiet.
Grace looked at Brenda then Brayden. "I'm sure she will give you a brother or sister one day."
"My Mommie is having a baby, aren't you Mommie?"
Brenda wanted to crawl up under the table. "Eat your cake...Brayden."
Christian looked over at Brenda, who was avoiding all eye contact with him.
He questioned Brayden. "How do you know that Brayden?"
"She told Aunt Lois on the phone last night. I'm going to be the best big brother. I promise. And her stomach is getting big, I saw it."
You could hear a pin drop at that table.
Christian stood up. "Brenda, I need to talk to you. Now."
Brenda looked down at her plate. (Oh, God. This cannot be happening.)
"Not now, Christian."
"Brenda, do you really want to have this conversation in front of everyone?"
(No, she did not.)
She stood up. He watched her walk around the table, and so did everyone else.
She walked out of the dining area, with Christian right behind her.
She stopped by the staircase.
Christian continued up the stairs. "We're taking this upstairs. I don't want Brayden to hear you scream, when I wring your neck."
She took a deep breath and followed him up the stairs.
They ended up in his old room.
Christian had his back turned at first.
Maybe he was trying to calm himself?
He turned and looked at her. "Are you pregnant?"
"Yes."
"Is it mine?"
"Unfortunately yes."
He looked down at her stomach. "How many months?"
"I'm fourteen weeks, Christian."
"You're almost four months pregnant?"
"You know how to do math. Good for you."
"When were you going to tell me?"
"After the divorce was final."
"After the f*cking divorce was final. Brenda you are f*cking unreal! When I think you couldn't possibly do anything else, you surprise me."
"I didn't want you to think, I was trying to hold onto you."
Christian frowned. "I would never think that sh*t."
"Look, I don't want to be pregnant, especially not with your child. We can't even be in the same room anymore. I wish to God this was not happening." She tried not cry. "You can move on with your life, because you aren't carrying a baby. I don't have that luxury."
Christian thought about the events that happened the night before. "I really wish you would have told me."
"It doesn't matter, Christian. You haven't missed anything. It's not like you are going to be rubbing my stomach and massaging my feet."
"When did you find out?"
"The morning after...our...talk in the bathroom, or our knock down drag out in the bathroom."
"It's what you were trying to tell me, the morning after we were together?"
"Yes, when you decided to tell me what you thought of me."
"And you decided to bust my f*cking eye open. If I would have known you were pregnant, I would have never let you leave."
"After everything that has happened you can say that? And with a straight face?"
"Yes, I can. Our problem as of late, is you wanting to run away. We're divorcing because it's obviously what you want. And I got tired of fighting."
"And I split your eye."
"That was the straw that broke the motherf*cking camel's back."
Brenda continued. "And you said you didn't want me anymore, and I was just like your mother."
"Ok, Brenda, that's enough of our stroll down memory lane!"
"You hurt my feelings, when you compared me to your mother."
"F*ck…you hurt my feelings, every time you think of a reason to leave! And you are in some ways just like her."
"You hate her."
"I don't hate you. Brenda, I'm going to always want you, that's just a fact, but I don't want to fight with you for the rest of our lives. And I want you to want me as much as I want you. Right now, you don't. But I'm happy you're pregnant. I don't want anyone other than you to be pregnant with my child, because of how I feel about you."
"So, what now Christian? Are we in a better place? Can we be in the same room, and it not be awkward?"
"As long as you don't throw anything at me."
"So, you're not mad that I didn't tell you about the baby."
"Yes, I am mad, and I really would love to wring your neck, but it might cut off the baby's air supply. I'll do it after he or she is born."
*silence*
"Brenda, I want to tell you something."
"What?"
"Last night, I went to a bar, and I ran into a girl I went to high school with."
She looked down. "I don't want to know, Christian. We are not together."
"I didn't f*ck her."
She looked up at him. "It doesn't matter."
"It matters to me. Just listen. She was getting ready to give me oral, and I stopped her. I couldn't do it."
She threw her hand up. "Why are you telling me this?"
"I don't know."
*silence*
She sighed. "You could have at least waited until the ink was dry."
"I didn't plan it."
"Whatever, Christian. But this is exactly my point. You are free to do whatever. I can't, because I'm pregnant with your child."
"You want to see other people?"
"Yes, just like you."
"Brenda, do you really want to see other people?"
"We're getting a divorce, remember when we signed the papers, and I moved out, and you let some nasty wh*re suck your d*ck?"
"She didn't suck it, I didn't let her."
"Did she touch you?"
"Yes, but nothing happened."
"Did you touch her? Kiss her?"
"Yes."
She buried her face into her hands. "Oh my God. Why did tell me anything?"
"I regretted it."
She glared at him. "You didn't waste any time that is for sure."
"I was missing you. Can you believe that? Even though you almost took my eye out, I was missing your a**. At first, I didn't know how I was going to get through one night, especially knowing you were so close, but so f*cking far away. So, one night I went to a bar."
"And took that tramp back to our house."
Christian corrected her. "It was her house."
"You should not have told me. Are we done here?"
"No, I would love to touch and see your stomach."
"No, not right now. I don't want you touching me."
She walked towards the door.
She opened it, but felt the door slam shut.
She turned.
Christian was standing there.
"Christian, we have nothing else to talk about."
"Yes, we do. You wanted the divorce. You wanted me to be able, to do what I needed to do. Those were your f*cking words."
"You could have waited more than a couple of weeks."
"Brenda, I don't want her."
"I don't want to talk about it anymore. In fact, I'm ready to leave."
"I'll be coming to your doctor's appointments from now on."
"Will you be getting your d*ck sucked before or after you leave the appointment?"
"Does it matter?"
"F*ck you, Christian. And no, it does not."
He moved closer.
She stepped back, her back pressed up against the door.
Christian leaned in.
She turned her face. "Don't you dare kiss me, Christian."
He ignored her.
He kissed her exposed neck.
He reached up and slid his hand up under her shirt.
She felt his hand on her stomach.
"I thought I said I didn't want you touching me."
"I didn't hear you."
He started unbuttoning her shirt...from the bottom.
He released the last button, and opened it.
His eyes widen.
Yes, she was pregnant. And her clothes hid her growing stomach very well.
He placed both hands on her stomach. "Baby...you are beautiful."
He leaned down and kissed her stomach.
He trailed kisses up her body, all the way to her neck.
She pushed him away. "I asked you not to touch me. You never listen to me. If I tell you I don't want to have sex, we'll have it anyway. I have issues and you do too." She started buttoning up her shirt.
"I can tell when you don't really want me, and I can tell when you really do."
Brenda sighed. "You are extremely skilled when it comes to sex. So, of course my body is going to respond. But if I say no, I mean it! Don't touch me, if I don't want you to. It's my body. Damn it, Christian."
"Ok, I won't touch you if you don't want me to."
"Thank you. Look, we have to go. I'm sure Grace is wondering what happened. And it's Brayden's bedtime."
He nodded.
She opened the door, and they left...
To their surprise no one left, they were all still waiting downstairs.
Brenda didn't want to pretend like they didn't hear what they heard, so she went ahead and told them that she was indeed pregnant.
Grace was ecstatic and so was the rest of the family.
Carrick started lecturing them on how they were going to have two children, and maybe this was a sign they should get back together.
Grace intervened and put a stop to the lecture. She didn't want Christian losing it, and he looked close to it.
She knew how private he was and he didn't like anyone telling him what to do.
They ended up leaving an hour after returning downstairs.
Christian followed them home.
He helped Brenda take Brayden inside.
After putting Brayden to bed, she walked him to the door.
Christian looked around. "I like this house."
"Thanks."
"And I think you should move back home."
"No, Christian."
"Brenda, you are going to need help when the baby comes."
"I'll hire someone."
"We're not going to argue tonight. It's late, we'll talk tomorrow."
He pulled her to him, and kissed her hard, then started down the stairs.
"I didn't say you could kiss me."
"And you didn't say I couldn't."
"Go kiss your wh*re."
He shot her a look, got into his car, and drove off.
She closed and locked the door. "The man does not know what the word boundary means."
She turned on the alarm and went upstairs...
"You're pregnant?"
"Yes, Julia, pregnant."
Julia screamed. "Oh my God! We're having another baby?!"
"Are we taking turns carrying it?"
Julia screamed. "Hell no!"
They burst into laughter.
"So, what did Christian say?"
"He is happy, at least he said he was. Brayden outed me. He heard me talking to Lois."
"You told Lois before me?!"
"You would have told Christian."
"Yeah, you're right. So, are you two getting back together?"
"I don't know. He is being a lot nicer, but I don't want him to want me now, just because I'm pregnant."
"Brenda! Are you on some type of drug? You asked for the divorce, and clobbered him upside the head."
"It was his eye."
"Whatever! You better stop playing these games. He loves you, so much. If you keep it up, he will find someone else, and you will only have yourself to blame.
"He probably already has, I don't care."
"Yes, you do! Stop saying that. He is not Sonny or Jax. He hasn't left, you are pushing him out of the door."
"Are you my sister, or his sister?"
"Brenda, when you are wrong, I'm going to tell you. If you keep this up, he is going to find someone else. Mark my words..."
Brenda opened the door. "Christian, what do you want? Brayden is not here, he's at your house."
"I came to see you. I left Brayden with Taylor."
She moved to the side and he step inside.
She closed the door. "Ok, what do you want?"
"I wanted to talk to you about the divorce."
Brenda rolled her eyes. "What about it?"
"I think we should call it off."
"Christian, before you found out I was pregnant, you wouldn't say two words to me. I don't want you to want me, because I am pregnant."
"You have got to be bullsh*tting me?! You wanted the damn divorce. You said too much has happened, and for a minute I believed you. I still want to be with you, as crazy as that sounds."
"What about that wh*re that you made out with?"
"What about her?"
Brenda threw her hands up, and walked towards the staircase. "Bye, Christian."
"Where are you going?!"
"Upstairs."
"Brenda, I am trying to talk to you."
She continued up the stairs. "I don't want to talk to you."
Christian followed her.
He grabbed her arm.
She tried to pull away, but she lost her footing, and went tumbling down the stairs.
Christian tried to catch her but it happened too fast.
He yelled. "Brenda!"
EIGHTEEN MONTHS LATER
Diana plopped down in the chair next to Brenda.
"What color are you getting?"
Brenda smiled. "Do you have to ask?"
Diana rolled her eyes and nodded. "Black."
"It's my favorite."
"Try another color. Please, for me."
Brenda sighed. "Ok. You pick."
Diana squealed. "Blood hooker red!"
Brenda laughed. "I only like red lipstick, I hate red polish. You know that."
"You're going to love this one. It's deeper."
She jumped up and ran over to choose a shade of red.
She returned.
She handed it to Brenda's nail technician.
Diana leaned back. "What time are you expecting Christian?"
"Twelve, I think?"
"How long has he been gone?"
"A week, which is an eternity to Brayden. Taylor didn't go, so at least he had some male companionship. He really loves Taylor. He's like a second father to him."
"I know. And Taylor loves him."
"They have a wonderful relationship."
Brenda's chair started vibrating. "I'm having an affair with this chair."
Elena walked in.
She threw her hand up.
Brenda threw her hand up and Elena continued on to the back of the shop.
Diana shook her head. "I can't believe how civil you are being."
"I still can't stand her, but when Brayden...when we thought Brayden died she reached out to me. And when we found out he was alive, she was one of the first people to send her congratulations. I think the b*tch was sincere."
Diana laughed. "Ok, so tell me…when are you and Christian remarrying?"
"What? Where did that come from?"
"You two are always together. It's like you two never divorced."
Brenda grinned. "We are just co parents."
"I don't believe you. Tell me, are you two still having sex?"
Brenda frowned. "No, of course not."
"Not even when he spends the night?"
"He sleeps in the guest bedroom, just like I do when I stay at his house."
Diana leaned back. "You two still act like you are married. I haven't seen him with anyone else, and I know you haven't been dating."
"Who knows, maybe I will meet someone tonight at the charity event?"
Diana rolled her eyes. "Over Christian's dead body."
Brenda laughed…...
Brenda managed to make it home around eleven thirty.
The house was quiet.
She leaned down and picked up a couple of toys, on the way up the stairs.
She showered and slipped on a pair of sweat pants and a tank.
Her hair was still wet, so she piled it on top of her head.
*doorbell*
She ran down the stairs.
She opened the door and smiled. "You look...tanned."
Christian looked her over. "You look...wet."
"Just got out of the sho-"
She looked over his shoulder.
He turned.
An SUV pulled up to the house, and parked right behind his car.
Brayden jumped out and sprinted towards the house. "Daddy!"
Christian picked him up. "Hello, Sport!" He placed him on his feet.
Brenda walked past them, meeting the middle aged woman, who had been working as her nanny for the last year.
She took the small child out of her arms. "Hello, Belle. Look who is here, it's your father."
Belle's eyes lit up. "Daddy!"
That was the only word she could say clearly.
Christian met her. She handed him Belle. "Hello, Princess." He kissed her cheek, and started nuzzling her neck.
She squirmed and giggled.
They made their way into the house...
Brenda looked on as Christian talked and played with Brayden and Belle.
She thought back to the day she fell.
She almost lost Belle that day.
She was so scared.
With the amount of stairs she fell down, she should have lost her, but she didn't, and she was so grateful.
After finding out that everything was going to be ok, Christian and Brenda decided that their relationship was just too volatile.
Their divorce was final a couple of months later.
Christian was there, at her side, when she gave birth to Belle, via C section.
He was wonderful.
The fall mellowed Brenda out.
She could have lost her child, because of how she was behaving.
She didn't blame Christian, she knew it was all her fault, and she made sure he knew it…
Brenda joined Christian and the kids.
Brayden was telling Christian about everything he had done while he was gone.
Belle had fallen asleep in his arms.
Belle, unlike Brayden, look more like Brenda.
She even had a beauty mark on her cheek.
Brayden went into the kitchen to get a snack, leaving Brenda and Christian alone with a sleeping Belle.
"By the looks of things you had a nice vacation." Brenda cleared her throat. "I meant business trip."
Christian shot her a look. "It was a business trip."
"How exactly was Hawaii?"
"It was fine, you and the kids should have came."
"You would not have gotten anything done. For example..." She touched his arm. "This glorious tan."
"Not true"
Brenda looked down at her freshly manicured nails. "Are you going to the charity event this year? Or did the flight wear you out?"
"Yes, I'll be there."
She looked up at him and smiled. "Are you taking your friend?"
"What friend?"
"Your submissive."
"Brenda, I'm not discussing that with you."
She placed her hand on her chest. "Are you trying to tell me to mind my business?"
"That would be correct."
"Ok, I'll mind my business." She stood up and he handed her Belle. "I'll go put her down, like a good ex wife, who only speaks when spoken to."
Christian laughed...
The annual charity event was being held at a hotel.
Brenda and Diana decided to get their hair and makeup done at Brenda's this year.
The kids were playing in one room and they were getting pampered in the next.
After they finished with hair and makeup, Diana left..
She had to go home and get dressed.
She also had to take Ariyanna over to her grandmother's house.
Brenda would be meeting her at the event later.
She was going alone.
Christian offered to take her but she declined….
Brenda stood in the mirror and did a three sixty.
Her hair had deep big waves, which were pulled to the side, like a pinup of the 1950's.
She wore a black evening gown.
She put in a lot of hours with her trainer, in order to wear that dress.
It had spaghetti straps, and a dangerously low back.
Once she was satisfied, she grabbed her purse and left…..
Brenda pulled up to the hotel.
Valet took her car.
She looked down at her watch.
She was an hour and a half late.
She walked into the building and rushed onto the elevator.
The door was just about to close, when a hand appeared.
The doors reopened.
A very handsome tall blonde guy boarded.
He smiled. "Hello."
She returned his smile. "Hi."
At that moment five more people boarded, and they ended up on opposite sides.
The door stopped on another floor, and another group boarded.
And that was the last she'd seen of her handsome stranger...
Brenda looked inside of the event, it was so crowded.
She would be sitting at Diana and David's table.
She walked up to the welcome station, gave them her name, and she was given her table number.
She walked in, grabbed a glass of champagne, and set out to find her table.
She made her way through the crowd.
Brenda spotted Diana and walked up to the table.
Diana stood up. "Brenda!"
Brenda smiled. "I thought it was going to take me forever to find this table."
Brenda looked down at the number on their table, it did not match her card.
Brenda showed Diana her card.
Diana laughed. "He did it again. Are you sure you two aren't secretly still married?"
"Of course not, stop saying that."
"I can't. You haven't been on a date with anyone else, and you two are always together."
"We have kids, Diana."
Diana grinned. "Ok, Brenda."
"I guess I should go find my table, dinner is about to be served."
Diana grinned. Yes, you should."
Brenda shook her head and walked off...
Brenda approached the table.
Mia smiled. "Brenda."
She stood up and they embraced.
Brenda also hugged Grace, Carrick, Elliot, and his wife, Cindy, who were also sitting at the table.
Carrick had warmed up to her. She didn't really think he liked her when he first met her. Maybe, he thought Brenda was after Christian's money. Christian must have told him she had her own, or maybe it was Mia or Grace. It had to be one of them, because Christian could care less what anyone else thought.
After greeting everyone, Brenda found her seat.
She didn't see Christian, but there was an empty seat next to her, so she knew he'd be coming.
She picked up her glass and took a sip.
She was talking to Elliot's wife, when he sat down.
He whispered in her ear. "Where is the back of your goddamn dress?"
She turned to him. "At home in the trash. You don't like it?"
"Your a** is almost hanging out."
"No, it's not. And why do you care ex husband?"
"Because you are the mother of my children."
"You are the father of my children, and I'm not trying to tell you what to wear."
She reached up and touched his tie. "Armani?"
He nodded. "Brenda, you shouldn't wear things like that. It attracts the wrong type of attention."
"What kind of attention is that? Attention from other men?"
Christian shot her a look, picked up his glass, and finished it off.
"Christian, did you change my table again?"
"What do you think?"
"Why would you do that? We aren't married anymore? You're not trying to draft me as your new submissive are you?"
"My mother still sees you as family, she would have been disappointed if you sat at another table."
Brenda nodded. "Oh."
"See, Miss Barrett, everything is not about you."
"I know, because normally it's about you."
He smiled...
After they finished dinner, everyone got up and started to mingle.
Brenda was making her way through the crowd, when she ran into her blonde stranger.
"So, we meet again?"
Brenda smiled. "I don't think we ever met."
He extended a hand. "James Prescott."
She took it. "Brenda Barrett."
He nodded. "Nice to meet you. Are you enjoying yourself?"
"I am."
"I'm enjoying myself too. I think my eyes are really enjoying themselves, because their looking at you."
She laughed.
"It's not a pick up line, it's the truth. You are beautiful."
She thanked him.
"Don't thank me, it's the truth." He looked down at her left hand. "No ring?"
Brenda held up her hand and wiggled her fingers. "No ring. I am divorced."
He smiled. "Pity, are you seeing anyone?"
She shook her head. "I am not."
He smiled. "It must be my lucky day. Miss Barrett, would like to dance?"
She smiled. "Sure..."
Christian grabbed another glass of champagne.
He finally got a moment alone.
These type of functions always turned into small business meetings.
He looked down at his watch.
He just realized he hadn't seen Brenda in over an hour.
Mia walked up. "What has you in a bad mood?"
"I'm not in a bad mood. Where is Brenda?"
"She is on the dance floor, dancing with some blonde stallion."
Christian handed Mia his glass, and walked in that direction.
Mia laughed and took a sip.
Brenda and James didn't know when one song ended and the other started.
They'd been chatting it up since they hit the floor.
He was forty, single, never been married, and had no kids.
He was also a self made millionaire and on top of that he was very charming.
"When can I see you again?"
She grinned. "When would you like to see me again?"
"Tomorrow."
She nodded. "Ok."
He pulled out his phone and handed it to her.
She entered her phone number and handed it back to him.
He slipped it back into his pocket. "Thank you."
She smiled. "You're welcome."
Christian was standing there watching Brenda when he heard a familiar voice call his name.
"Christian Grey."
He looked to the left.
It was Joan and she had her breasts on full display.
She walked up to him. "Enjoying yourself?"
He looked out on the dance floor at Brenda then back at her. "Not particularly."
"Dance with me."
His eyes roamed over her body. "Ok."
He grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor.
She pressed her body against his, crushing her breasts against his chest.
She whispered in his ear. "Why didn't you let me finish?"
Christian scanned the floor for Brenda.
He spotted her.
She was still looking into that jackass' eyes.
"Christian Grey, answer me."
He answered. "It was the wrong time."
"When is the right time?"
Brenda looked over and saw Christian dancing with some blonde, whose breasts were hanging out of her dress.
She was dancing dangerously close to him.
He turned and his eyes met hers.
He smiled and nodded.
There used to be a time, he would kill any man that dared to touch her.
He was extremely possessive.
She was his, and God helped the man that even looked at her too long.
Times had changed.
James led her off the dance floor.
They continued talking...and drinking.
For some reason she couldn't stop thinking about Christian. Her eyes fell back onto the dance floor.
She wondered where he was and if he was still with that blonde.
She didn't see them.
After a couple more drinks Brenda found herself dancing with James again, but that didn't last long.
Brenda felt someone pulling her in a different direction, and before she knew it, she was dancing with Christian.
James was standing there…confused.
Brenda looked up at Christian. "Christian, what are you doing?"
"Rescuing you."
"I didn't want to be rescued. Christian, that was rude."
"I don't give a f*ck. I'm taking you home, you've had too much to drink."
"Who died and made you the king of Brenda?"
He pulled her off the dance floor.
"Brenda, I'm not going to argue with you.
She jerked away. "Christian, you can't just announce you are taking me home. You didn't ask me."
"You are impaired, at this point it doesn't matter how you feel….."
They ended up leaving a little while after that.
Brenda knew she had too much to drink, and they left without incidence.
That didn't mean she was not angry with him.
"Christian, that was really rude of you. I was trying to get to know him."
"Glad I interrupted. Brenda, he is just a playboy. I know a little about him."
"Maybe, I wanted to be played? It's my life Christian, I don't tell you what to do, or who to spank."
Christian shot her look.
Brenda continued. "I haven't been kissed or had sex in a very long time. I'm not dead, it's time I get back out there."
"Not with him."
"What about the girl you were dancing with? The one whose breasts were hanging out?"
"What about her?"
"I didn't interrupt you."
"There was nothing to interrupt."
"Oh, please. Her breasts were pressed up against you. I'm surprised you could move."
Christian smirked. "Were they?"
"You know they were!"
"Are you jealous?"
She rolled her eyes. "Of course not."
"Don't be, her brain is in her breasts. I don't find that attractive."
"What do you find attractive?"
"You."
She shook her head and laughed. "You don't even like me."
"I like you."
Christian pulled up to her house.
They exited the car.
He followed her up the stairs.
His eyes…resting on the small of her back.
She unlocked the door and they went in.
Brenda kicked off her shoes and picked them up. "I'm just going to check on the kids."
Christian followed her. "I'm coming with you."
They checked on Brayden then Belle.
They both were fine and sound asleep, as she knew they would be.
She had an excellent nanny.
She worked for Julia for years.
One of the reasons Brenda was able to relax and trust her.
It was hard trusting anyone after what happened with Brayden…..
Brenda went into her room with Christian still following.
He sat down on the bed.
"Christian, you can sleep in the guest bedroom, if you don't feel like driving home."
She went into her bathroom to wash off her makeup.
Christian stood up, removed his jacket, and placed it on a chair.
He started unbuttoning his shirt...
After washing her face, Brenda walked out of the bathroom.
Christian was in her bed.
"Christian, I didn't say you could sleep in here."
"You didn't say I couldn't either."
"I'm not having sex with you."
"I don't want to have sex."
That surprised and disappointed her. "Oh...well...just...stay on your side of the bed."
She went into her closet and took off her dress. She put on a tank, and a pair of shorts.
She brushed all the curls out of her hair and pulled it up into a high bun.
She got into the bed.
Christian's eyes were closed.
"Christian?"
"What?"
"Have you ever thought about doing some research on your real mother? Just to get to know her better."
His eyes opened. "Brenda, where in the hell did that come from?"
"I just always wanted to ask you that."
"Hell no, for what?"
"I don't know, just to find out what life was like for her. Why did she end up the way she did?"
"I don't give a f*ck."
"Well, I think you should. Maybe it will help you understand her better. So that maybe you can forgive her."
"Brenda, my mother was a b*tch, and I hate her. I would never let a motherf*cker hurt any child of mine and live to tell about it."
Brenda instantly thought of Leila.
Christian knew exactly what she was thinking, he could see it in her eyes. "Brenda, just let it go. What's done is done."
Brenda hated Leila for what she had done, but she was thinking more in terms of rotting in prison, not death.
And Leila was dead.
She didn't know how she felt about that.
She turned her back to him and moved further away.
"Brenda, don't run away from me."
"I'm not."
"You are."
"You shouldn't even be sleeping in here. We're divorced."
"Would you like me to leave?"
*silence*
He asked her again. "Would you like me to leave?"
"No. Just go to sleep, Christian…..."
Brenda stretched and opened her eyes.
She looked at the clock, it was still early.
She looked over at Christian.
He was still sleeping.
She was facing him, and sometime during the night, they moved closer to each other.
It had been so long since she was this close to him.
God he was beautiful.
She was still attracted to him, but hell who wouldn't be?
It had also been a while since she had sex, and she was so horny.
And not just horny for any man, she wanted him.
Who better to have sex with than him?
She already knew him, and she knew the sex would be great.
It always was.
She didn't know how he would feel about it, but she could not picture him turning her down.
Before she could talk herself out of it, she leaned over and kissed him.
His eyes opened.
She kissed him again.
To her surprise he didn't kiss her back, he just looked at her.
She felt so embarrassed. She quickly apologized. "I'm sorry. I didn't...I don't know what I was thinking. Christian, you really shouldn't have slept in here."
"Now, it's my fault? I didn't ask you to kiss me. Why did you kiss me?"
"I don't know. It was a mistake."
"Be honest, Brenda. Why did you kiss me?"
She sighed. "Ok, I'm horny, Christian. I haven't had sex in a very long time."
"Do you want me?"
She answered. "As crazy as this may sound, yes."
He leaned over and kissed her, slipping his tongue inside of her mouth.
He quickly moved on top of her, moving her legs apart with his.
He pressed his manhood against her love, and started grinding his body into hers.
She moaned into his mouth. "Christian…"
"Mommie? Daddy?"
They froze and looked up.
Brayden was standing there, holding Belle.
Belle smiled. "Daddy!"
Christian quickly moved off Brenda. "Hello, Princess."
Brenda jumped out of bed.
She took Belle from Brayden.
Brayden looked up at her. "Are you two in love again?"
Brenda looked over at Christian. "Um..."
Christian sat up. "Yes."
Brayden smiled. "Are we going to all live in the same house again?"
Christian answered again. "Yes."
Brenda shot Christian a look. "Brayden, wait in your room. I'll be down in a minute."
He nodded and left.
Brenda made sure he was gone before speaking. "Christian, don't do that."
"Do what?"
"Get his hopes up."
"I'm not. I think you should move back home."
"We are divorced."
"Do you have the divorce papers?"
Brenda's eyes widen. "What does that supposed to mean?"
He got out of bed and walked up to her.
Belle reached for him.
Brenda handed him Belle. "Answer me, Christian."
He leaned over and kissed her. "Nothing."
"I don't believe you. Christian, are we divorced?"
"What did your lawyer say?"
"Nothing. You told me the divorce was final. Christian, are we still married?"
"Brenda, I have to go home and get dressed. I have a meeting in a couple of hours."
He handed her Belle.
He slid on his pants.
"Christian, answer me. Are we divorced?"
He slipped on his shoes. "I told you, I would never divorce you."
Her mouth dropped open. "Christian, I cannot believe you."
He threw on his shirt. "Well, believe it. When I married you it was until death do us part. We both are still breathing."
Brenda was furious. "I don't even want to know how you stopped the divorce."
"Good, because I wouldn't tell you."
"I'm going to file again."
"And I'll contest it, and drag it out for years. I'm never divorcing you."
He looked at the time. "I have to go, we will talk later, when I pick up the kids."
He kissed Belle. "Goodbye Princess."
He grabbed his dinner jacket and left...
Brenda could not believe Christian. She should have known. It was so unlike him to give up so easily. She never actually seen the divorce papers, but she was so busy with Belle and Brayden, that she never thought to ask her lawyer. Her lawyer…who had to be in on it too.
She took Belle to her room and got her dressed.
She spent the day with Brayden and Belle, but she couldn't stop thinking about what Christian had done.
He was still trying to run things, so when James called, and asked her to dinner…she accepted.
Christian was running late so Taylor picked up the kids.
Damn, she wanted him to see her all dressed and ready for her date.
That was her whole purpose for even going on the date.
Now, she really didn't want to go, but she would never stand anyone up, so she went anyway.
She ended up meeting James at a restaurant in the city.
He was the perfect gentleman.
He was also funny and charming, but she couldn't stop thinking about Christian.
She smiled and laughed at all the right times, but she really couldn't wait for the date to be over.
And finally it was.
At the end of the date James walked her to her car.
She thanked him for a good time, told him she'd be in contact, he kissed her, and she left.
The kiss was sweet and appropriate.
After Brenda left the restaurant, she headed straight for Christian's...
Brenda used her key to get in.
It was after twelve.
She was on her way up the stairs, when she heard Taylor.
"Brenda?"
She stopped. "Hello, Taylor."
"The kids are asleep."
"Yes, I know. I'm here to see Christian. Is he alone?"
Taylor looked confused. "Of course."
She nodded and continued up the stairs.
She looked in on Belle and Brayden, before heading down to the master bedroom.
She didn't knock, she just opened the door.
Christian looked up at her.
He was in bed looking at some papers.
He looked her over.
She was wearing a black cocktail dress. Her hair was pulled up in a chignon.
"Where have you been?"
"On a date."
Christian placed the papers in his brief case. "With Prescott?"
"Yes, and I had a very good time. He was the perfect gentleman."
"Did you f*ck him?"
"I only f*ck you, remember."
"Brenda, don't f*cking come at me with that sh*t. I am not in the mood. I know you did not let that motherf*cker touch you."
"What if I did? We aren't together. We are supposed to be divorced. I can do who I want to do. And I did say I was horny."
"If he laid a hand on you..."
Brenda knew Christian was crazy, she didn't need him tracking down James, so she decided to tell the truth. "I didn't sleep with him, Christian. Although I should have. How dare you play with my life?"
Christian ignored her question. "Did he kiss you?"
She didn't respond.
He jumped out of bed, grabbed her by the arm, and pulled her into the bathroom.
"Christian, what...are you doing? Let me go!"
He drug her over to the sink.
She struggled to get loose, but he used his body to pin her against the sink.
He turned on the water, wet his hand, and wiped her lips.
Brenda tried to turn her head, but he held it there, until her lips were wiped clean, and no trace of lipstick remained.
Her hair fell down her back, during the struggle.
She yelled. "Are you crazy?!"
He released her. "Are you crazy?! I can't believe you let that motherf*cker kiss you. You did that sh*t to piss me off."
"Yes, I did!" She asked him again. "How dare you play with my life?!"
"I didn't play with your life. I just wanted to share mine with you. F*ck, Brenda."
Her heart melted. "But...you were going to divorce me after the bedroom incident."
"I was angry, but I would have never divorced you."
"You signed the papers."
"Are we divorced?"
"I don't know, and you wouldn't talk to me?"
"I was angry, Brenda. I was also frustrated, from trying to hang on to you. You make things so hard." Christian looked down. "You are everything to me, and you know it. Nothing has changed. Aren't you tired of playing this game? Because I am. There is no one else out there for me. And you know there is no one out there for you." He looked up at her. "Come here."
She obeyed.
He slid his hand up into her hair, grabbing a handful, and pulled...hard.
He latched onto her neck.
Brenda grunted. "Ugh!"
He grabbed the front of her cocktail dress and ripped it open.
Brenda was excited but also nervous at the same time.
It had been so long and Christian had a very dark side.
A side she tried to keep her distance from.
She was more than nervous, she was scared.
She felt his lips on her breasts, which felt great, but...she just couldn't relax.
"Christian."
He picked her up and took her into the bedroom.
He placed her down on the bed.
He reached up under her torn dress, and pulled her panties down her legs.
"Chris-"
He moved her legs apart, pulled out his manhood, and pushed himself deep inside of her.
She dug her nails into his arm and gasped.
He collapsed on top of her.
He didn't move.
He couldn't move.
It had been a long time.
A long time for them both.
He was trying to calm himself.
He had to.
There were so many things running through his head.
He lifted his head. "I don't want to hurt you."
Brenda knew what that meant.
He was angry with her.
She apologized. "I'm sorry."
"For what, Brenda?"
"Everything."
He leaned down, kissed her, and slowly started moving his hips.
He moaned.
She was so tight.
Christian didn't think he could last much longer.
In fact he knew he wouldn't.
It had been too long.
"Brenda, sh*t.." He had to cum. He sat up pulled her legs apart, gripping each one, and pounded his body into hers.
She wanted to scream, it was a combination of pleasure, but there was also pain.
Something she came to expect from Christian.
She grabbed the sheets, as he f*cked her hard and fast, his moans got louder, and his strokes wilder. He was going to cum.
Christian closed his eyes and buried himself in her.
Brenda could feel the hot liquid running out of her body.
They struggled to catch their collective breaths.
He pulled out of her.
She inhaled as he exited her body.
He moved next to her.
He leaned over, kissed her, wrapping his tongue around hers.
He moved down to her neck and then her breasts, pulling each one into his mouth and sucking firmly.
Brenda arched her back and encouraged him. "That feels so good, Christian."
He moved down her body and pushed her legs back, and stuck his tongue deep inside of her.
She moaned.
He reached up and stroked her button with his thumb, as he tongue f*cked her.
She grabbed a handful of his hair, and held him there, as she grinded her sex into his face.
Brenda's hip speed increased and Christian could tell she was going to cum, but then he stopped, and lifted his head.
She looked up at him…confused.
"Do you want to cum?"
She nodded. "Yes…just like you."
He smiled. "You will, but not that way. I want to f*ck you until you cum."
He reached down and started stroking his length.
She was so turned on…but also frustrated.
She had to get a release.
She reached down and started touching herself.
Christian removed her hand. "Don't do that, Brenda."
He leaned down and pulled her most sensitive spot into his mouth.
She threw her head back. "Christian, please."
He looked up. "I know, Baby."
He kissed her inner thighs and stood up. "Flip over."
She flipped over.
"Face down, a** up."
She obeyed.
Christian ran his fingers up and down her slit.
She was so wet.
It was a mix of him, her, and his salvia.
He pushed two fingers into her.
She moaned. "Christian….please."
He pulled his fingers out, reached down, and pressed them up against her lips.
She licked and sucked until they were clean.
He moved behind her and moved his stiffness up and down her moist hole.
She was so hot for him.
"Brenda, I'm going to smack your a**."
"Ok."
*Smack*
She grunted. "Ugh!
*Smack*
She moaned.
Christian struck her one final time before pushing himself deep into her. "F*ck me, Brenda."
She grabbed the sheet for support and moved back and forth on his hard length.
Her a** slapping against him.
Christian threw his head back. "That's it, Baby. Aaaaah….."
"Oooh, Christian. Ooooh, Baby."
Christian grabbed a handful of her hair, and rammed his body into hers, knocking her down onto her face.
Brenda yelled. "Oooh, sh*t! Christian, that's it! That's it."
Christian pulled out.
"Christian, goddammit!"
He leaned down and kissed the back of her neck, and sunk back into her.
He moved his hips slower…deeper.
He whispered in her ear. "Cum, Baby."
She closed her eyes.
He sped up and now his body was slapping up against hers.
He could feel her p*ssy convulsing all around him as she came…
Brenda woke up and looked around the room for Christian.
He was standing by the window.
She looked at the clock, it was four in the morning.
"Christian, come back to bed."
He walked back over and slid in next to her.
He questioned her. "So, are you officially my wife again?"
"I've never stopped being your wife remember, we are still married."
"Yes, but you were not mine."
"I haven't been anyone else's. I don't think I ever stopped being yours. Christian, have you...do you have a submissive?"
"No."
"Have you been with anyone?"
"No."
She sat up, pulling the sheet up with her. "I don't believe that. Sex is everything to you."
"No, sex is not everything to me. You and the children are everything to me. I don't need sex, but I do need you and our children." Christian stared up at the ceiling. "I will never understand how my mother could treat me so badly, and let others abuse me. Belle and Brayden are my life."
"Christian, something made her that way. We are who we are because of our pasts."
"I had a horrible childhood, but I would never do anything to hurt either one of my children."
"Apparently she wasn't as strong as you are, and I really don't think you hate her, as much as you claim. I think you are just hurting."
Christian remained silent.
She didn't want to push too hard.
The fact that he listened to her, without losing it was good enough.
Brenda decided to change the subject. "How long were you going to pretend like we were not married?"
"However long it took for you to wake the f*ck up. And when I saw you dancing with Prescott, I knew it was time to tell you."
"How do we make this work, Christian?"
"We don't leave. Sh*t Brenda, we are never going to be perfect. We're too f*cked up. You have your issues, and I have mine, but we can't give up. Not as long as our feelings are so strong. And they are strong."
"You frustrate me sometimes."
"And you frustrate me...all the damn time. But my life would be nothing without you. And I mean it. I'll never leave you, but you can't have one foot out of the f*cking door Brenda. Both feet have to be in."
"I'm so scared, Christian."
"Of what, me? I'd never hurt you. I would never harm a hair on your gorgeous head."
"We are going to need constant counseling. Together and apart."
"I agree."
"I love you, Christian. I have never stopped. I've been telling you, but there are times when I haven't shown you. I'm sorry. I plan on showing you each and everyday, just how much I love you."
Christian smiled. "What are you're going to do suck me off everyday? Now that's love."
She laughed. "Ha ha ha. Some things will never change."
He leaned over and kissed her. "You're right some things will never change."
He ripped the sheet off her and trailed kisses down her body.
He took her legs and pushed them back.
He looked up at her. "You could really show me you loved me, if you let be f*ck this a**. That would make up for everything."
She grinned. "My a** is off limits, Grey."
He spread her cheeks wide. "Not for this tongue."
He leaned down and buried it in her a**...
Brenda woke up early.
She asked Miss Thomas and Taylor to watch the kids, her and Christian wanted to spend some time alone together.
She walked back into the room.
"Brenda, what in the f*ck is this?"
"Don't talk unless I tell you."
"Brenda, take these motherf*cking things off."
"Only if you do as you're told."
She took off his shirt.
She was only wearing jeans.
A pair of his jeans, which happened to be too big, but she made it work.
She straddled him.
"Brenda, I'm not f*cking joking. This sh*t is not funny."
"Who's laughing?"
She grabbed a blindfold and placed it over his eyes.
She started rubbing her breasts against his chest. She moved down his body.
He was already naked.
She moved down and took his manhood into her mouth.
Christian moaned. "Oh sh*t, Brenda."
She pushed his legs back, and started tickling his a**hole with her tongue, while playing with his twins.
"Oh, f*ck, Brenda."
She reached over and grabbed the vibrator.
Christian heard the buzzing sound.
"Brenda, what in the f*ck are you going to do with that?"
She slapped the side of his leg. "Hush! I want to make love to this glorious a**."
"Brenda, I'm not f*cking joking with you. You better not do that sh*t."
"Why not? You'll love it."
"No, hell I won't."
"Yes, you will baby, I'll be gentle."
She moved the vibrator up his leg.
"Damn it, Brenda!"
She cut it off and started laughing.
She removed his blindfold. "Were you scared?"
"Un-cuff me."
She laughed. "Ok, punk."
She took the handcuffs off.
As soon as Christian was free, he flipped her over and handcuffed her to the bed.
"Christian!"
"You started it. Now, let's play..."
*One more chapter left, Sorry it took me so long to update*