40. Chapter 40
Chapter 40
-Kace-
I t was quite a few blissful days with Anna that I entered. She did come find me if I was working, and it was easy to get distracted from my task when my wife looked so good.
I couldn’t think straight, and I had to have her, and she was more than happy to let me. She would turn so sweet when I fucked her just right, begging for more, wanting it harder or darker.
I was looking forward to exploring many things with her, and I was sure it was Anna who came to find me when I heard a knock on my office door one afternoon. But when I told the person to enter, I was shocked to be met by my grandfather, who had appeared much earlier than I had expected.
“Grandfather...” I whispered.
He entered with a few men behind him. He always had bodyguards surrounding him. He walked closer, sitting down in front of me and smiling as he took a seat.
“It’s been a while, Kace,” he said.
“It has,” I agreed.
“I heard about the accident. How awful,” he told me, but he did not sound sad.
“Yes, I’m sure you were very worried when I never saw you in the hospital,” I snapped.
“You recovered just fine, and I made sure to keep track of you.”
“I’m sure you did,” I spat.
“Too bad you weren’t able to get back your ability to walk,” he pointed out.
“I can walk. Just not as well,” I explained.
“As I said, it’s too bad,” he told me, making me roll my eyes.
“What can I do for you, Grandfather?”
“I have the perfect bride for you, but you already knew that, which is why you went ahead and got married to someone else,” he retorted, and I heard the clear accusation in his voice.
“I did,” I admitted, not caring if it pissed him off or ruined his plans. He smiled, though, and it was clear he wouldn’t let this stop him.
“You’re happy?” he asked.
His question surprised me, but I nodded. “I am.”
“She is the one?”
“I hope so,” I replied.
“You never seemed like the romantic type before. Maybe you hit your head hard in the accident?” he teased.
“I did hit my head hard. If you had been there, you would know I was in a coma for a little while. But you weren’t, so how could you know?” I shot back.
“I kept track.”
“Of course… Listen, I just realized I was ready to settle down,” I told him.
“Then why not wait until I had everything sorted with the other family?”
“Because, like you enjoy keeping track of me, I keep track of you, Grandfather, and I had no intention of ever getting married to that woman. I do not think we would ever fit,” I confessed.
“And this wife of yours, do you two fit?”
“We do, actually,” I replied.
“Not really your type, is she?” he taunted.
“She turned out to be. Now, since you can’t change what’s on paper now, are we done here?” I inquired.
“I really can’t convince you to change your mind?” he asked.
“You really can’t.”
I knew my words wouldn’t mean anything, though. I knew the bribing, the threatening, and the I’m-the-king-of-the-world speech would begin, but my grandfather shrugged, looking unbothered.
“Very well, then,” he said.
“What?” I inquired.
“Well, you’re right. I can’t change the paper,” he agreed.
“Has that ever stopped you before?”
“I might have changed as well,” he pointed out.
“You do not change, Grandfather,” I stated.
“Oh? You know me that well?”
“I could have if you cared enough.”
“I care,” he assured me.
“You care about the future I can bring, not me,” I reminded him.
“The future is what matters. We are all playing a part in life. No one matters.”
“Wow, how uplifting,” I retorted.
“You will understand once you grow older,” he told me.
“Yes, the old parent speech, because that works on me.”
“I’m only here to see how you’re doing,” he told me.
“You’re here to convince me to marry someone else,” I countered.
“Can I?” he inquired.
“No.”
“Then I’m not.”
“What?” I asked.
My grandfather smiled, leaning back in his chair and looking very satisfied. He didn’t seem to be in a hurry to get anywhere, and that confused me a great deal.
“Yes, I’m not going to convince you. You clearly have no interest in coming home with me,” he said.
“I don’t,” I confirmed.
“Very well, then, I can’t change it,” he said.
“You never let such things stop you,” I pointed out again.
“Oh, you want me to convince you?”
“I don’t. It’s just who you are.”
“I can assure you, Kace. I have changed as well,” he promised.
“I will believe it when I see it,” I told him.
“How are you doing?” he asked, changing the subject.
I raised an eyebrow, not believing he gave a shit.
“Fine,” I replied.
“Yeah? Don’t miss walking around?” he taunted.
“I can walk. I told you.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you can,” he retorted.
“If you ask me to prove it, I’m just going to tell you to leave,” I snapped.
“Don’t worry, I won’t be staying for long.”
“No?” I inquired.
“I simply wanted to see how my grandson was doing after everything.”
“Doesn’t sound like you,” I shot back.
“I checked up on you over the years,” he reminded me.
“Yes, to see if the future was still alive and going strong,” I retorted.
“You were raised by weaklings,” he spat.
“I was raised by good people, and it’s not like you stepped up,” I told him.
“Your father didn’t want me to. Your other grandparents were your godparents, meaning they were the ones who had rights to you.”
“Maybe there is a reason for that,” I said.
My grandfather raised an eyebrow, looking dissatisfied with me. But then he pressed his hands into the armrests and stood up. “Let me know if there will be a wedding to attend one day. I know how fast you got married, not doing anything glorious.”
“We don’t like glorious.”
“Sure, that’s why you live in a mansion,” he laughed, starting to walk away. I watched him, and he glanced over his shoulder and smiled before he walked out. I didn’t like it. He didn’t act the same. Why was that?