Chapter 8
“YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU ARE ACTUALLY GOING TO brING THAT BITCH INTO MY HOME?” Vivian screamed so loud down in the kitchen that I could hear her as I was coming down the hall to go downstairs.
“NOW YOU’RE JUST TREATING ME LIKE ONE OF YOUR KEPT GIRLS,” she hollered. “BEST KEPT WOMAN!”...FUCK YOU ROBERT! FUCK YOU IN YOUR FAT ASS!”
I heard a crash and then the sound of falling glass.
Probably the sound of Vivian’s cell phone biting the dust. When I made it down to the kitchen, I could see that Vivian was vibrating because she was so angry.
I also saw the window over the kitchen sink is busted out.
Probably where her phone exited the house.
“The hell with that jerk! Let him play daddy with all those young girls and show them off to his equally sick buddies,” I told Vivian when I pulled her into my arms for a firm hug.
“I promise to give you all of my attention and treat you like the woman you are,” I told her as she sniveled in my arms.
“You would do that?” Vivian sniveled. “More than that Vivian! I am going to take you away from my father altogether,” I announced while I kissed her forehead. Without a word, Vivian crushed her lips to mine and kissed me more passionately than I have ever been kissed.
“I’ll do anything you suggest,” Vivian told me as we broke from the kiss. “Okay! Let’s move all of your stuff out of dad’s bedroom and bathroom and move it over to my room in the east wing,” I suggested.
While we were traveling back and forth from between the west wing and the east wing, Vivian told me that she would like to start working again. “I happen to be a very good interior designer and could probably run my own business from home,” she informed me.
“What a great idea! Since we’ll both be earning our own way in life, we can tell my dad to shove his money up his ass,” I told Vivian. “Yes, we could at that,” she agreed.
It was almost dinner when I received a call from my dad. “I need you to do me a favor Jack,” Dad announced just as soon as I answered my phone. “Vivian is quite mad at me right now and I need for you to keep her company. I want you to make her as happy as you can,” he requested.
I gazed over at Vivian who was all dolled up to go out to dinner with me. “Yeah dad! I’ll keep her company! I will doing anything she asks of me to keep her happy,” I answered her while I winked at Vivian.
Heads turned when Vivian and I got off the elevator into the expensive restaurant on the in downtown Seattle Having a billionaire father gets you in doors easily with little more than a phone call.
“Your father has never taken me anywhere this romantic,” Vivian told me while we sipped our white wine before dinner looking out over the sound. “Good! That means that I will get to be the first one to treat you like you should be treated,” I told her.
“My-My Jack! You really know how to make a girl’s panties wet,” Vivian purred. “Is your pussy wet for me baby?” I asked with a wink. “I bet it’s not as wet as it was in the pool this morning,” I joked.
Vivian and I had a lovely dinner in the slowly rotating restaurant that gave us a 360 degree look at the entire Seattle area. She clung to my arm as we took the elevator back to the ground. And down the two blocks we walked to a popular dance club.
“Uh-Oh,” I might run into some of the college boys I fucked in here,” Vivian. “No problem! I will be pleased to tell them that you are my woman now,” I answered with a smile. Vivian clung tightly as we entered and found ourselves a table near the dance floor.
Our first round of drinks had just been delivered when a good looking college age kid approached. “Hey Vivian, remember me?” the young man asked cheerily.
“To tell you the truth, I am a blackout drinker and if we were ever together, I don’t remember one minute of it,” she told the young fella. “Now I don’t drink as much and I have a man that I remember every minute with,” she added with a smirky grin.
“Sorry to bother you! I just thought…I’ll just be going,” the young fella stammered.
When he went back to the bar, several college age men looked over at us.
I just smiled broadly at them and winked.
“Just think sweetie, you gave some college boys some memories that they will never forget,” I chuckled as I reached over to put my hand on top of hers.
“Now it is my intention to give you many memories that you will never want to forget,” I added.
We danced and cuddled on the dance floor for the better part of an hour keeping our drinking to a minimum. Then, we left the club arm in arm and went home.
One the drive back to dad’s mansion my eyes repeatedly glanced at the bare left leg sticking out of her insanely short black dress and at her tits that were practically falling out the front of the dress.