Chapter 36
Gatsby
Daisy fell forward, and I threw my arms out to catch her before her face hit the tile. I hit the floor with her and pulled her into me.
“What happened to you?” Her tan skin was covered in scratches and bruises. She wore no shoes and was dressed in sleep clothes. “Daisy?” I called her name when she didn’t answer me. Her eyes fluttered open, and then closed again.
“I needed to see you, Gatsby. I’m... tired.” Her body relaxed into mine, dead weight. I looked around; the door was still wide open. I stared into the dark, wondering, had she been chased here? I decided that tomorrow morning would be time for questions. For now, I had to get her in bed, safe and warm. I hauled her up and kicked the door shut. I turned to take her to the elevator when I was stopped by Dewayne.
“Sir, oh.” He paused in his stride, his eyes flicking from me to the woman in my arms.
“Yes?” I asked, annoyed. Daisy was freezing. I needed to get her under blankets .
“Uh, the main course for next weekend’s dinner is here. It’s… quite large.”
The way he said and bore his dark brown eyes into mine made me nod. “Alright, I’ll be down shortly. Keep it in the kitchen until I can inspect things.”
“Yes, sir.” He left, and I moved fast to get her upstairs.
In my suite, I laid her on my bed softly and stretched her legs out. Concern washed over me as I stared at her legs. They were scratched all to hell and covered in dirt.
“Daisy?” I whispered.
She groaned, and her eyes flickered open.
“Gatsby. I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I just needed to see you.”
I dropped to my knees on the carpet and crawled closer to the bed. I stroked her hair and soothed her.
“Ssh, it’s okay. I’ve been wanting to see you, too. I don’t know what happened, but I’m glad you’re here. You’re exhausted. Please, sleep some, and I’ll be back in a bit.”
“You’re not coming to bed with me?”
My heart screamed for me to do as she requested, but the bull in the kitchen forced me to shake my head. “I can’t. I’m still working. I just need to finish up. I’ll only be an hour.” I stood and pulled the covers up to her chin. She snuggled into my Egyptian cotton sheets and closed her eyes.
“One hour, and then I’ll come look for you,” she swore as she closed her eyes. I swallowed. While it felt like a joke, I couldn’t take the risk. I watched her fall asleep, then checked my watch and left the room. I had one hour.
I took the elevator and, the moment the doors opened, I sprinted to the back of the house and into the kitchen. The moment I threw the doors open, I was greeted by an explosion of shouts and the jarring sound of metal on metal .
“Get him down!” Jules shouted as three men, including Dewayne, were running through the kitchen, their arms out and faces in a panic. I stood by the doors, taking in the scene. It was then that I saw our main course and the blood in my face drained. Dewayne hadn’t been lying; this man was huge.
How did no one notice that before we brought him in?
Taking action, I stepped forward and went to a counter, pulling a knife from one of the holders. I was going to make this easy. The sound of the metal being unsheathed caused everyone running through the kitchen to freeze. The bastard causing all of this looked around and found me. We made eye contact. I took a good look at him then.
His pale white skin was red with rage. His hair, red and disheveled, was as long as his beard, going down to his waist.
“Where the fuck am I?” he growled, his southern accent shaking the kitchenware hanging from the ceiling. He stomped his foot and turned toward me, his arms raised at his sides, and his eyes boring into me.
He was preparing to charge.
Feigning calm, I ran my fingers across the knife in my hand and looked back up at him.
“You’re in my kitchen, Ben Gaetz.”
“And who the fuck do you think you are? You stupid, rich motherfucker.” Ben snarled.
“I, don’t think I’m anything. I am Mother-fucking-Gatsby.”
I took a single step forward, and he charged. A smile curled my lips as I swiftly turned the knife toward him. He ducked under it as I plunged forward. He caught my legs, and I fell, the air whooshing from my lungs. Rolling quickly, I kicked out of his grip, landing my expensive shoe on his face. I kicked, and his head flew back, and I scrambled to my feet .
“Stand,” I ordered, forcing air back into my body. I gripped the knife tight. Ben Gaetz, pedophile, stood slowly, a rumbling laugh coming from his chest.
“What, you gonna stab me, little boy? You’re a quarter of my size. Gatsby, you said your name is?” He cocked his head, as if trying to remember where he heard it before.
As if he ever read the source material.
“Make one move, and you’ll die tonight, rather than next Saturday,” I told him, keeping the knife pointed toward him. He lunged for me again, and I was ready this time. I dropped to the floor and stabbed upward, sticking him in his giant belly. I rolled fast as he collapsed. He grabbed me as he dropped and tugged me onto him. I felt the wet squish on my stomach as our bodies collided. Pushing him away, I scrambled to my feet, staring down with a frown. I looked up at my staff, who had just witnessed it all, and sighed.
“Get him sewn back up, and then dose him again. God, this fucker’s huge.” I shook my head and looked down. My white dress shirt was completely covered in a bright blood stain. I stepped over him and straightened my jacket. “I’ll check on him in the morning.”
“Y-yes, sir,” Dewayne answered. I looked around the room. Everyone stared with their eyes wide and mouths open. They’d never seen me violent like this. I understood why they were shaken, but I was not interested in catering to their concerns tonight. I stormed out of the kitchen and returned to my suite upstairs. I glanced at my watch. I’d only been gone a half hour. Quietly, I creeped back into my bedroom. Relief and an immense amount of love and need washed over me as I saw Daisy sleeping soundly in my bed. I’d dreamed of this for so long, and now I had it.
I undressed as silently as I could, shoving the ruined shirt in the bathroom trash, and I washed any remnants of the altercation downstairs off me. I brushed my teeth, showered, and once I was dry, went naked to my bed. It was presumptive, but I no longer cared. She’d come to me when she was in need. Not Max, her betrothed. Me.
Mother-fucking-Gatsby.
The moment I was under the covers, I pulled her to me, pressing my hard cock against her backside. I inhaled deeply, the smell of her all-too familiar perfume consumed me, causing my cock to throb and beg for her to wake up. She heard my silent pleas and began to stir.
“You’re back.” She pressed her body deeper against mine.
“Did I ever really leave?” I murmured into her ear as I nuzzled her neck. My hands ran over her body, sliding under her clothes.
“Not once.” She sighed as she rolled onto her back. I moved over her, pulling her bottoms off, followed by her lacy top. The darkness enveloped us, but I didn’t need light to guide my mouth and hands. I explored her with my tongue, circling her nipple and tugging it between my teeth. She gasped and arched her back, her legs falling open. Her hands ran down my arms, then my torso, searching for my cock. I shifted up so that she could take it in her hands and stroke it. She only teased me briefly before arching again and begging me to take her.
Just like the only time before, no condoms were considered. I slid my cock into her tight, soaking pussy. She gasped and clutched the sheets as her pussy hugged my cock like it was her first time. She was so tight, my balls tightened, preparing to come. I froze, trying to steady myself. It’d been years, yes, but I needed to go slow.
We took our lovemaking slow, kissing and moving our hips carefully, each thrust conscious and controlled until she cried out in the purest of pleasures, and I gave myself permission to follow .
I collapsed against her, our bodies covered in sweat and each other’s scents.
“You’re my green light.” She sighed, rolling onto her side to sleep. I pulled her into my arms and closed my eyes.
“And you are mine, forever, Daisy.”