Inspiration Song: Me and Mrs. Jones, Billy Paul
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A few weeks back I thought about doing a Taylor/Gail story with the baby but i decided that I would just add chapters of them in this one. So when its a Taylor/Gail chapter I am going to call it Stop Taylor Time... If you guys like it let me know and I will do more.
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Here we go... Taylor's POV...
Stop Taylor Time:
Have you ever have one of those moments when everything clicks and feels right, even among the insanity? Those kinds of moments are rare, seldom to the point of non-existent but then Gail said she was pregnant I was blessed to have one of those moments bestowed on me. Here we were standing in the middle of Hurricane Dickhead and my sweet Gail tells me that she is having my baby. I never thought I would have more children, I never thought I would love a woman again, yet here I am pushing forty (okay thirty-seven but it makes Gail feel better when I say I am pushing forty), in love like a teenager about to be a father for the second time. In that moment when my arms wrapped around Gail's body and I could almost feel the baby everything became clear, I saw the next fifty years of my life spread out before me and I knew that I would be happy. I knew that we would be happy.
The first time I set eyes on Gail she was icing a cake in the kitchen at Escala. It was seemingly innocuous thing but watching her spread that frosting, well it was sexy as fuck. She was standing at the counter her pale blonde hair pulled into a twist, a black pencil skirt hugging her in all the right places, and apron tied around her waist and she was icing that cake like she knew I was watching her. Her hips swaying with each pass of the knife, licking her thumb.
I had just gotten the job for Grey after a lengthy vetting process: A level three background check, blood work, two signed NDA's and a three hour interview with a twenty two year old billionaire. I was expecting him to be a snide snotty over privileged little fucker but he was a quiet arrogant damaged little fucker instead.
When he showed me his "playroom" I understood the need for two non-disclosure agreements. This guy was a cluster fuck of crazy but I needed a job. My divorce had cleaned me out, the bitch monster from hell formerly known as Catherine Taylor made it her personal mission to exhaust all of our assets and then claim hardship. Grey was willing to pay me three times what I was making working security in the private sector. Granted he wanted me twenty four seven but it was worth it. In the end I could rebuild my wealth and provide for Sophie.
Grey was giving me a tour of his apartment and there she stood, licking chocolate off her thumb and I knew my life was about to change in more ways than one.
"Mrs. Jones…" Fuck did he just say Mrs… as in married?! "This is my new head of security Jason Taylor." She lifts her head and focus away from the cake and see me for the first time. I think I can hear her inhale sharply but I wasn't sure. Gail smiles broadly, her blue eyes shining and extends her hand which I promptly take in mine. It's is small and soft and slightly sticky from sugar and her tongue. We touch and I feel this surge go straight to my dick. This is not good, this is work. I have to keep my junk in line. "Taylor this is my housekeeper Gail Jones."
"It's nice to meet you Mr. Taylor." Her voice is soft and kind, a sound I could listen to forever. I imagine her beneath me saying my name…What the fuck is happening? I don't have sappy silly thoughts. Pull your shit together Taylor, this is a co-worker. Gail is a no fly zone. Shut it down! It's a good thing I have a poker face because the sound my name coming from her chocolate scented lips makes my dick twitch.
"It's just Taylor and it's a pleasure to meet you too Mrs. Jones." We gotta thing going on… Me and Mrs… Mrs… Jones…Awww fuck now I am going to have that stuck in my head all dammed day.
"If you have any allergies or preferences just let me know. I do my shopping on Sunday mornings but we keep a well-stocked kitchen here." Preferences, I have preferences…Shit. No fly zone.
"Mrs. Jones is the best cook in all of Washington." She blushes under her bosses praise and it pisses me off. I wonder if she has been literally under him, the kicky fucker. Somehow I don't think she is his type, thank Christ for small favors. I don't think I could stand the idea of being in this apartment and the two of them together in that red room of what the fuck.
"I am like a goat; if I can eat MRE rations then I can eat anything." I think she wants to ask me a question; she opens her mouth to speak and then stops herself turning away from me and to Grey.
"Good to know. Mr. Grey I have finished the cake for Mia's birthday. I am going to wrap it up. Don't forget to take it with you."
I knew even then that I loved her; it hit me like a bullet. A burning, fiery pain tearing through my body. In an instant I felt devotion, lust, jealousy, desire and fulfillment all at once. It exploded inside of me like a warning flare stretching across the night sky over Baghdad. A woman like Gail could make you forget all that you have seen and done. A woman like Gail could wipe your slate clean and make everything alright. I woman Like Gail makes you want to stop the insanity and be a man, a whole man.
Since taking this job with Grey insanity has been my new norm, this man craves and breathes crazy and for the life of me I can't understand why. My childhood was no cupcake, my old man was fast with his insults and his fists, my mom drank a little too much, okay a lot too much. My early teens and twenties were spent in the desert killing people and married to the bitch monster from hell and you don't see me beating the shit out of sweet young girls. Although taking a belt to Catherine once or twice would have been a great idea, hindsight.
The shit I have seen and the messes I have had to clean up all in the name of his demons is crazy, lucky for him I signed two NDA's because I could write a book. Hell I could write three books all dedicated to the fucked-upness of my employer. Six years of subs and contracts, each and every one of them leaving angry or heart broken or both. Six years of Elena Lincoln and her Machiavellian shit, six years of BMSD clubs, you know what it's like trying to run a security detail in a place like that. The mess with Leila Williams, we are still trying to figure that one out. Six years of dealing with a twisted fucker like Grey can take its toll but Grey has another side too. He donates more then ten percent of his wealth every year to charity and universities. Not his company's wealth but his own personal money. GEH donates on its own too.
He has a soft spot for abused children, recovering addicts and the the hungry, millions of dollars every year sent to Africa in food and supplies. He is the silent benefactor for a woman shelter in Seattle, where they take in battered woman - ironic don't ya think? So for all his shit( and there is a boat load of shit) there is a god man in there and I am just hoping to all hell that Ana can set him on the right path but after what I saw today, my hopes are fading…fast. Ana was different from the start, she was not a sub that was as plain as the nose her face. She challenged him, pushed him and I respected that. Years of watching girls sit in the back of the Audi, eyes down, yes Sir… No Sir… It's fucking nauseating.
Ana has made him more human. They go to the movies, the supermarket, he plays with Olivia and the red room has been locked for months. Now don't get me wrong, a little kink never hurt anyone, I myself have a few things…nevermind. The point is fucking in all varieties is fun but you don't need a room dedicated to your dysfunction. The red room was more about Christian didn't want then what he did… you don't need to be a fancy shrink to figure that one out.
"Gail I don't feel right about leaving Ana alone with him." Gail had to pull me out of the kitchen even when Ana asked us to leave but I felt like she still needed a wall in between her and the crazy town. It took every ounce of self-control not to beat his smug ass into the floor today. I think of Ana like a sister, after watching that tape of her and Hyde I felt like it was my job to protect her, even if that means protecting her from Grey.
"She is going to be fine, Ana can handle herself and honestly Taylor the thought of you and Mr. Grey coming to blows is something I rather not see." The concern on her face makes my stomach drop and then it hits me again, Gail is having my baby.
"Gail…baby why did you tell me?" She blushes and tucks a stray hair behind her ear and damn it I have never wanted her more. I place my hands on her shoulders and push them under the thin cotton of her pajamas. Her smooth skin feels cool under the heat of my hands.
"I just found out for sure today, honestly Jay, I thought was going through my change. I was embarrassed. But then Ana heard me throwing up in the powder room yesterday and ran out with Sawyer to get me a test. I was shocked, I still am shocked. I never thought I would have children of my own…" Her eyes fill with happy tears as I wrap my arms around her.
"It's my super sperm…" She laughs into the crook of my neck and I can feel the tickle of her hot breath. "So Mrs. Jones when are we going to make you Mrs. Taylor?"
"Jason we don't have to get married just because we are having a baby."
"Uh, yeah we do… I have asked you how many times to marry me Gail… How many?"
"A few."
"And you always said what…"
"There is no reason to get married because we don't have kids…"
"Now that rule no longer apples… So I will ask you again… Mrs. Jones when are we going to make you Mrs. Taylor?"
"Jason we don't have to discuss this now do we?" She starts to stroke my cock through my sweatpants and I know she is using sex to distract me and I let her, I am just a man after all.
