About that Night

Chapter 10

Grayson's been stressed the last six months, and so have I. My mother hasn't answered any of my calls. Kiki was arrested for two months and let back out. The judge gave her the assignment to go to therapy and win Rosalia's forgiveness. So I'll have to carefully keep an eye on both Rosalia and Micah, but I won't get in the way. Kiki is her mother, even if she hasn't been one. Grayson tries to bury himself in work whenever it's Kiki's visiting time on the weekends, but then he's missing time with Micah.

Back to my mother, ever since Grayson missed the birth of Micah and was at 'work.' She was so disappointed and left the hospital. I tried calling her a week later, but she didn't answer, and Talon said she blocked me, and I don't even know if I'm disowned or not.

I sit in the living room with Kiki, Rosalia, and Micah, sitting on me. Kiki was softly talking to Rosalia. I don't know what she was talking about, but I could feel her burning gaze on my son, and suddenly she blurted.

"Why'd you do it?" Rosalia perks up, and I blink several times.

"What?"

"Why did you sleep with Grayson and continue to do so after you found out he was married to me?"

Rosalia sighs and puts her headphones on.

"Kiki, I swear to you, I was drunk when I slept with him, and I didn't plan on sleeping with him again because when I saw him and noticed he was your husband, and then I found out I was pregnant."

Kiki moves closer. "Why didn't you get rid of it to save my marriage?!" Kiki tries to be calm, but there's a passive-aggressiveness in her tone.

I move Micah to my further side. "Kiki, you messed it up for yourself. This is none of my business, ok, but I don't want to seem like a b***h and move my son away from you, so go back to Rosa and leave me alone."

I put Micah on my lap and tried to look at the TV.

Kiki scoffs. "You didn't answer my question-,"

"It's my baby, not yours. I decided to keep him just as your mother decided to keep you!"

"Please, all they wanted was a boy, and I was not welcomed!" Kiki screams, catching Rosa's attention. I put Micah on the floor, seeing as he's almost six months old, he needed to start crawling.

"Kiki, that sounds a lot similar to what you were doing to Rosa!"

"No, my dad killed my mom when I was eight because he required more than one boy. I had eight siblings, seven girls and one boy, and mom wouldn't have it. She wanted to focus on us and her weight, plus she almost died giving birth to my brother and had five miscarriages when they were boys. He beat her to death and blamed it on the oldest for not being a boy, saying that my mom's family line is cursed and they can only have girls!" Kiki calms down. "I wanted to prove to that old bastard in his grave that I could have a son and make him regret what he said and did to us, to me. But believe it or not, I've been pregnant three times actually, and they were boys. I didn't tell Grayson because I wanted to surprise him, but then I would have a miscarriage, so I got a surrogate instead and told Grayson I didn't want to go through the pains of labor."

Rosa's jaw drops, and mine does the same.

"Kiki, you do know it's genetically up to men when it comes to gender."

Kiki furrows her brows. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Oh dear, I have a lot to explain. Rosa knows this but Kiki, a grown woman, doesn't...ok.

"Kiki, a woman only has x chromosomes that pass onto a child about to be made. It's up to the dad who has an x and a y chromosome to choose the gender. If one passes a Y, it's a boy, another X, it's a girl. It wasn't your mom's fault, neither was it any woman in the family history's fault. It was the men. Your dad was passing X's and blaming your mom,"

Kiki sits down. "But why do I have miscarriages?"

"How do you know if it's a boy or not, Kiki? You may not have the ability to carry your own child, and it doesn't mean what happened to your mom was happening to you."

Kiki starts to sob. "I messed up big time. I really did love Grayson and Rosa; I just wanted revenge first. Deep down, I knew I wasn't able to carry, but I thought of how my mother went through that after hearing it was a boy and assumed that I had lost baby boys."

Micah turns his head over with his eyes wide. Of course, babies want to see everything they hear and Kiki's sobbing.

Rosalia hesitates but then sits next to Kiki, comforting her. "It's ok, Kiki, but you're too late. Dad doesn't really love you anymore."

Kiki nods and gets up. "See you tomorrow Rosa,"

"Wait, Kiki-,"

She rushes out the door, ignoring me.

I look at Rosa, but she shrugs. "I don't have time to think about her. She hasn't made any bones in my body feel good. I have a sleepover with my friends, so if dad asks, I'm at Ava's." Rosalia goes into her room and gets her duffel bag.

"Be careful."

She giggles and kisses Micah on the cheek. "I'm always careful."

She waves and calls Ava, taking Winston the dog with her.

Back to Grayson, as I said, he's been a little off, so I wanted to surprise him with sexy lingerie tonight. I know it's a big step. I mean, I don't know if he's in the mood, but I'll still try because I want a little sexy time, so it's kind of for me.

I'll send Micah off to sleep, and usually, that's hella easy.

My son takes after me.

Then I slipped into my sexy lingerie. So far, it's going so well. I've already forgotten about Kiki, put Micah to bed, and I'm in my lingerie putting makeup on and setting the candles and roses.

The lingerie came with a fake gun, so I'm going to cosplay as a murderer, convincing my lawyer to help me stay out of prison. Hopefully, he plays out.

Grayson comes at exactly 11:30 pm, and I know because when Kiki doesn't visit, he comes back at 8:10 pm. It's 11:28 pm, Micah's asleep. I just checked in with Rosa, and she's not in danger, and I sit on the bed seductively as I hear the elevator ting. I bit my lips as I anxiously waited for Grayson. He takes his time and comes in, and he immediately calls for me in a confused tone.

"Winston?" I hear him open the closet and throw his things in there. I'll excuse that for one night. He finally opens the door, and his jaws drop. I smile, playing with the toy gun in my hand.

I get up. "Mr. Taylor," I circle him with my black pumps clicking against the floor. Grayson's hair is messy, just as I like, and he took off his suit and had a black top and black pants.

"What-?"

I put my finger over his lips and shush him softly. "Mr. Taylor, I've been accused of murder." I smile and lick my lips as he catches on.

"And you want me to want to defend you when you murdered someone?" Grayson whispers.

I nod, biting my lips. "Mr. Taylor," I run my hand down his chest. "If you help me, I'll be at your every mercy." I whisper.

Grayson's bottom area show starts to lift, and he smiles.

Skinny jeans on him are so sexy. Grayson gets closer and notices something on my lingerie. "A leash?"

"Call it a bonus. I'm not a dog, Mr. Taylor; I just want you to help me stay a free woman." Grayson pulls on the string, yanking me closer.

"With pleasure." Grayson grabs me, takes my gun, and throws it away while kissing me. Not wasting any time, he pushes me onto the bed and rips off my underwear.

"Mr-,"

"You're at my mercy," He slides his hand down. "One or two?"

"What?"

Grayson chuckles. "One or two, Winnie."

I shrug, not knowing what he meant. "Two."

Grayson raises an eyebrow and shoves two fingers into my hole.

I gasp loudly. "M-mr. Taylor!"

"What?" He says teasingly as he starts to move in and out slowly.

I claw the bedsheets trying to keep a straight face. Grayson notices a challenge, and he moves faster, up and down.

"Oh, Mr. Taylor!" I arch my back a bit, wanting more.

"You like that, don't you?" He whispers in my ears.

I nod profusely as he chuckles again. Grayson kisses me softly, going down my body until he reaches my core. He picks my legs over his shoulders.

"Wha-," before I could speak, Grayson began to lick me, moving his tongue in a figure-eight motion. I grab onto his hair and moan, rocking my hips a little. "M-mr.-" I couldn't even finish my sentence. Grayson sucks on me, licking faster and faster. "OH, GOD!" I c*m, shaking. Grayson stands up, licking his lips, and pulls his pants down.

He gets on top of me and French kisses me.

"I might be able to pull some strings for you." Grayson smirks as he comes crashing into me.

He goes hard, never stopping. I scream with pleasure as I c*m multiple times.

"Grayson!" I squeal before I orgasm, squirming and shaking. We fall next to each other and smile, and it turns out he wanted it more than I did.

"Thank you," Grayson says.

"No, thank you, Mr. Taylor." I giggle as Grayson pulls me under the blanket.