Love Thief: The Greystone Family: Stolen Hearts

Chapter 13

Chapter

Thirteen

What a fucking shit show. I can’t concentrate, Xander is all over the place, and those fucking women are doing my head in. I barred them from the studio in Devon within the first hour. Gabe and Levi don’t get it. It’s only the first day and Gabe has already traded Bells for fucking Texas, the beautiful brunette from the chateau birthday party.

“Can’t you get new ones, Gabe?” I grumble at him when it’s just us.

“What can I say? They’re on a rota. They go home for a rest, and then come back refreshed and ready to go again.” We all roll our eyes at him.

“More likely they’re spending your money and then come back for more,” says Xan.

“I don’t pay them. Fuck you, Xander. They work when they’re at home. They like to travel, and we enjoy each other’s company. No strings, all fun, what’s to say no to.”

“Well, when you put it like that, where do I sign?” Xander grins at him before turning his attention to Levi. “What’s up with you, Levi? You look well pissed mate, and that last drum section was a mess, brother.”

“I’d rather have no women here. Can’t you send them all home, Gabe? Then I can send Becky home. Or she’ll go because there’s no one here to mess with.”

We all turn stunned eyes to him. He’s never said anything like this before.

Gabe’s the first one to break the silence. “What’s going on?” He looks and sounds in full-on panic. “Who you gonna fuck if she goes home? Who am I, for that matter? No way, Levi. I can for a few days, but I’m fetching them back.”

A bang on the studio door interrupts his rambling.

“If that’s them you better go sort it, Gabe,” I tell him. “We are working here.”

Gabe heads out as Jurgen comes in. His, “Ready boys?” is a welcome relief over the inane prattle I was expecting from the women.

“Yes, we’ve just got to make sure there are no interruptions,” I tell him, my voice rising on that last part as I look towards the door Gabe just left through.

“Yes, I saw them all standing around plotting.” He laughs at us. “Are you sorted for the summer?” When we all nod at him, he tells us, “I’ve got some ideas around the new stuff. Make it even better, though they’ll still know it’s you. I”ve also contacted some of the Latin American agents to get some music sorted with the artists when down there. We can work on them and release them to help the tour.”

The boys all seem to be in agreement that it’s a good idea. Feels good to be talking music instead of that other bullshit. Well, at least something is going right.

We work all day, getting into some great music, and don’t leave the studio ‘til around 1am. I see all the girls still sitting around a table full of bottles and powder. Walking around the house to set off back to Marshall’s, Xan stops me. “Do you think we should go back this late? Marshall’s up early, we don’t want to piss him off.”

“Well, if we’re staying, make sure my door is locked. This lot are flying, and it could be trouble. I’ll speak to Marshall tomorrow to make sure we’re ok to go back regardless of time. I’d rather be there than here, who knew? God I fucking miss her.”

He grins at me, “Right with you, Marcus. Let’s see if there’s any food. I did see Nikki earlier. He loves cooking for Jurgen.”

We pile into the kitchen at Farm Cottage and find Jurgen tucking into some food. “Loads here, lads. Nikki’s cooking. It’s an amazing curry. Microwave there,” he points and pulls the naans out of the oven. “I’m stealing Nikki from Evie,” he says.

I laugh at him. “You’ve got no chance. He loves her. Been with her for fifteen years.”

“Not the infamous Evie again,” Texas drawls as she comes into the kitchen. “Hey, Marcus, great to see you. Been a while. Since we were in the white tents at your birthday, if I’m not mistaken. Fantastic night.” She fans herself. When I don’t even crack a smile, she falters a bit and looks for support from Tiff behind her. “You missed a fantastic event, Tiff. It was amazing. I’ll never forget how great it was.”

She’s staring at me, desire written all over her face, and I look over at Xander, who’s smirking at me. And then he shrugs when he sees me giving him a dirty look. He’s a total arsehole at times, he’s welcome to them.

“Great night, yay,” I say with zero interest, and 100% sarcasm.

“Have you seen Susie since?” she asks me, trying to maintain some connection she seems to think we have.

“No,” I snap, walking out of the door towards the guest room I had last time I stayed here. Texas follows me out and I whirl on her, seething at her inability to take a fucking hint. “Texas, go back,” I snarl, standing still and pointing at the kitchen.

She stops and smiles coyly at me. “They said you were married, but where’s your wife? She’s the same woman who bailed on you after the black tent, right? Can’t handle you, I suppose. I can. And I’m happy to play with you and anyone else you want.”

“I’ll play,” Xander says quietly from behind her, “but just me. I’ve got plans that don’t involve him.” She nods as he moves quickly and pins her up against the wall, his hand wrapping gently around her throat. “You want to play, Texas? I’m game, sugar.” She’s smirking at him now as she looks at his deadpan face.

I smile knowing she’s in for a night and a half. Walking over to where he has her pinned up against the wall, I croon, “I need to FaceTime my wife.”

“Kiss her for me,” he says to me, still staring intently at Texas.

“I will.” I kiss him on the cheek and he turns and smiles genuinely at me.

“Is that all I get for this?” He nods his head towards the panting Texas.

I lean forward and kiss him on the lips, gently. “Owe you one,” I say and leave.

IFaceTime Evie knowing she’s asleep, and it takes at least three ring backs to get her. A normal person would be shouting at me, not her.

“Hey, what time is it, are you just getting in?” she asks sleepily.

“Are you naked?”

She smiles at me and my fucking heart starts to race. I can’t get enough of the woman. She says nothing, but pulls the sheets down, her skin seeming to glow in the darkness of the room. It has a light all its own. A shimmer hovers over her body.

And now my speech has deserted me.

“You look good,” she tells me, her voice low and husky.

Jesus fucking Christ, I’m not going to survive the time away from her. I knew it’d be a nightmare. I need her here.

“Do you smell as good as you look?” she asks.

I watch as her nostrils flare and pupils start to dilate. Why the hell is that so erotic? Because she is.

“I wish I had your scent all over me. I want to drown in it, Kitten. I could hardly concentrate today,” I admit.

“You looked gorgeous this afternoon singing. I knew you were singing to me.” She smiles from the bottom of her soul, and it fills me up. Re-energises me after all the hassles today.

“When did you see me?”

“Xan facetimed me from your studio. So I could see how gorgeous you were. He said he’d never heard you sing so well. Look so good.”

“Wow, he never said.”

“I’ve been thinking about you ever since. How I wanted you here, in my office, on my desk.”

I set off panting again, rasping out, “I’ll fuck you in it when I eventually come home. Spank your arse on that desk.”

She nods enthusiastically at that. “Ring anytime.” Her voice is light and airy, and I can’t help my laugh at that cheeky comment. “Even between zoom calls. Or I’ll even cut it off and you can watch me in my office.”

“I should have known Xan was up to something. He wanted me to kiss you from him,” I tell her.

She shakes her head and smiles. “Give him a big fat one right on the smackeroo,” she laughs.

“I’ll let you go. I can sleep in, but what time are you on site?”

“6 a.m. I’m making everyone come in early so I can get everything sorted in time to come down to Devon.”

I feel like shit now. “Sleep, Kitten, we’ll speak tomorrow.” I blow her a double kiss and I hang up. Fuck, I want her here.

Xan’s right, we need her here.

After a much needed shower, I get a drink from the kitchen. The house is quiet but I hear a noise from the newly refurbished dining room. Taking my drink, I stick my head in, and smirk.

Xan has Texas tied up in the corner and has a crop in his hand. Levi is straddling a chair, turned to watch the fun. I look around because that’s a weird one. But then I spot Becky underneath Texas, licking at her, pushing her fingers into her. Fuck, Xan’s gone postal.

He looks around and sees me. “Did you give her a kiss for me?”

I stroll up to him. “I did. She sent this back.” Without warning, I grab his head hard and kiss him full on the mouth.

“Fucker,” he says when I release him. “I’m hard now.”

I laugh and walk out the door, leaving him to take out his frustration on whoever.

By day two I need to leave, and by day three I do. I head out before anyone can collar me, taking the helicopter I had ready at Marshall’s.

Mick is shaking his head at me. “You’ve lost it.”

“I don’t give a fuck, just get me back asap. Where is she?”

“Going out for dinner with Kasey.”

“She better fucking not be. What the fuck does she think she’s doing? She doesn’t get it, what he’s like. She thinks everyone’s a fucking friend.” I throw my hands up.

“Jonno’s going with,” he interjects.

“Thank fuck, someone with sense.”

“There’s a lot of fucks coming my way, Marcus.”

I roll my eyes at him. “She makes me crazy, what can I say? Not my fault.” We both laugh at that.

I get to Vincenzo’s and Mick spots the two women I know will be pissing Evie off. I can hear Kasey telling them to fuck off, and revealing his identity. He’s a dick at times, but at least this time that behaviour is aimed in the right direction.

Stalking up behind them, I growl, “There’s only two people at this table who are pathetic, and it’s you two.” Evie stares at me in disbelief, and I smile. “Hey, Kitten, missed me?”

I don’t wait for her answer, I need to feel her. Pulling her up from the table, I drop my lips onto her and just keep going. “I missed you, so fucking much,” I tell her as I go to put her back in the booth, away from these two bitches.

I get Mick’s attention, telling him, “Deal with these two will you, Mick. They’re bothering us.”

The bitch Grace tries to land a punch, spewing lies about me and Becky. No matter, I didn’t fuck her, Xan didn’t either as far as I could tell, but I think she’ll be gone soon anyway. Levi is well pissed about her constantly pressing him to marry her. He’s annoyed at me for doing it, for getting married, but it’s not my issue. He shouldn’t have let her leave her job. I warned him, told him not to do it unless he was certain, but he was pussy blind and deaf at the time.

Seems I’ve arrived just in time, though. That fucker Becker is calling Evie ‘Kitten’ and me Kellen. He’s a dick of the first order, and he needs to go.

The thought of him alone with Evie for another day grates at me, and I stay for two days, ignoring calls from everyone.

Xan is threatening to come back and get me, but I can’t leave. My arm aches from spanking her, my dick aches from fucking her everywhere, including on her desk as promised, and I’m as happy as fuck. I need to leave, but am so deranged, I make her travel with me to the airport so I can fuck her in the car. I mark her with my cum and tell her not to wash. I’ve officially lost it.

I land back in Devon and arrive at the studio on a total Evie high and ready to work. We crank out some seriously good tracks and get them sorted. We’re late back to Cornhill again, but I need to see her.

“Are you naked?”

“Is that your new greeting? I like it,” she laughs at me.

“Get that fucking dress off.” I can see it’s still ripped from the car.

“I didn’t shower. I can smell you on me.” She props up the phone and touches her tits where I came on them.

I tell her, “I can still taste you on my hands, on my face. Run your hands down your body and open your lips to me.” I know I’m all domineering and I don’t give a fuck. “Well, as you were good and never washed, I’ll let you show me how you touch yourself. I want to watch your pussy come.”

She angles the phone so all I can see is her pussy, her lips, her arsehole, her fingers moving around and around her clit, her hips moving.

“Talk to me, Kellen. I like it.”

I laugh. “You are a very dirty girl. Those buildings not doing it for you, and you want me to?”

“Always.”

“I want to bite that pussy. I want to tongue fuck you, imagine that, how that’ll feel, how it feels when I run my tongue around your arsehole. I want to bite it, fuck it. You’ll let me, Kitten, won’t you.”

“Yesssss,” she breathes out, and my tongue is literally hanging out of my head.

“Remember in the dark, how I held you, your throat, tied and gagged, my cock in your arse, how good it was.” I can see her hand moving faster and faster. “Come, baby, and you can watch me, how much I want you.”

She shouts out incoherently and I wonder if she’s soundproofed the bedrooms at her flat. Kasey won’t hear, he’s too far away, but the boys might.

When she brings the phone back up to her face, her eyes look so beautiful, nearly all black with pleasure, a ring of grey around them, drooping eyelids, the desire on her face intensified. I won’t survive any time away from her, never mind her following me around. I’ll go wherever she asks me to.

I think my heart is going to jump out of my chest as I come and come, shouting out, telling her everything I’m going to do to her. We both sit on the phone, neither of us wanting to hang up. I let her go eventually, counting the fucking days till she gets here.