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Gabriel

Ican’t believe she fucking shot him, even when I saw her walking towards him with the gun, I never expected it to end the way it did.

I envisaged her pointing it at him and waiting for Anders.

She was calm and in control the whole time.

The fact that she was wearing the dress that makes my dick twitch just looking at her, combined with the confidence and power that oozed from her I could have came in my boxers.

Her words in the shower, telling me that she will do what it takes to keep me, then telling me that she’s mine pushed me over the edge.

I never expected to have a woman in my life that would accept my lifestyle, let alone take it on herself, and gracefully.

It’s coming up to 10pm, the ‘cleaners’ will be here shortly.

Anders checked over the bar after the incident, luckily the silencer was attached to the gun, so nothing was heard in the bar, and everything continued normally.

Kelcie has been sitting on the couch since she showered, eaten take out, drank wine, and read, whilst looking content, as if she hasn’t just shot someone in the head.

How she has reacted makes me know that she belongs with me, in this world.

“Do you still want to work?”

My question makes her eyes shoot up at me from her book.

“Yes.”

Her response is blunt, it doesn’t matter how often I tell her she no longer needs to, she still wants to.

“OK, I have some applications for bar and waiting staff to replace you and Sarah, they have been vetted but I’d like you to go over them and see what you think.”

“I’m happy to stay on the bar, I like the bar.”

“You don’t belong on there.

You can manage the girls.”

She tilts her head and purses her lips together.

Before she managed to spit out a sarcastic comment, I cut her off.

“But you’ll need to go shopping and get some clothes, we have an image to uphold, and baggy t-shirts and sweats won’t cut it.

And no, you can’t wear the uniform, I don’t, so you don’t.”

The smirk takes over my lips and I watch her arch a brow in annoyance.

“There hasn’t been a manager before, why can’t they continue to report to the HR team?”

She is trying to keep herself from snapping.

“I didn’t have you before.” I state.

I had been contemplating recruiting a manager to take on the staff schedule and other tasks away from the HR team, allowing them to concentrate on the financial side.

The way Kelcie handled tonight, managing the girls shouldn’t be an issue for her.

“We can discuss what you are going to take on this week and you can start next week.”

I finish before she can argue.

We are home by 11pm and she’s already in her oversized t-shirt and sweats, even in these I can’t take my eyes off her.

I can tell she’s exhausted both mentally and physically even though she won’t admit it.

I wrap my arms around her picking her up, her legs naturally wrapping around my waist and her arms around me as she nuzzles into my neck.

I take her to our room and place her on the bed, and as I undress, so does she.

We climb into the covers, and she wraps herself around me, falling asleep quickly.

Nothing changed after Sunday, Kelcie continued as normal, happy that she is no longer trapped in the house anymore.

Over the week we discussed what she is going to take on, agreeing that she will manage the girls, including vetting who will be employed, managing the scheduling and their compliance with their contracts.

They will not see me, other than in the bar as a member, nor the HR team after they have been onboarded.

After a short period of defiance, she gave in and I took her shopping, and when she doesn’t look at price tags, she has good taste.

She’s slowly coming round to the fact, that she’s mine and that I enjoy taking care of her.

She still wants to keep her independence, which I understand when you’ve been on your own for that long.

Wanting to be proficient in her position, so that she ‘doesn’t look stupid in front of staff,’ as she put it, she spent the next few weeks behind the scenes getting to grips with everything, picking it up with ease.

It’s not easy keeping my hands off her, and what she wears to work makes it harder.

Tight-fitted pencil skirts that hug her legs and rest over her knees with simple fitted tops, and the Christian Louboutin shoes that I convinced her to get when I found her staring at them.

She wears her hair down, with big curls that frame her face.

Each time she walks into the office I think about putting her over the desk and devouring her, which for the first three days, I did just that.

It was only when she made the comments that she was there to work and not be my sex slave – not all the time, that I eased up.

I made up for it when we got home though.

As I watch her on the security cameras talking with the security team instructing them how she wants the staff looked after, my thoughts go over the months since I decided that I was going to make her mine.

I didn’t expect her to be something that I didn’t know I was missing.

Her loyalty and her willingness to give herself to me, has made me realise what my grandfather had with his wife and why he eventually wanted an out.

But his wife wasn’t involved in the business, and I don’t want an out.

What I do want is to make her my wife.

I see her making her way back to the office and decide that it needs to be known that she is mine, and that she is to be awarded the same level of respect from members that I am.

“Thursday evening, you’ll be joining me downstairs, at my booth for a drink.”

I haven’t even let her walk all the way into the office, before opening my mouth.

“Is that an order, demand or request?”

She poses.

“Is there any difference?”

“One is from my boss, one is from my controlling man and the other is asking me if I would like to join you.”

“I’m not your boss Kelcie, I’m your partner, both at home and here.”

Her brows pin together in confusion.

“I’ve had you added as a partner to the business, only a limited few are aware, it provides a legal assurance that if anything were to happen to me, you would get everything.

The same with the house, and the accounts.

I don’t expect you to take on anything, I just wanted to ensure that you would be OK if anything were to happen.”

She’s stood in front of the desk, eyes fixed on mine.

I can see her mind working on what she wants to say to me.

“You’re a prick Gabriel.”

She turns and starts walking out of the office, I can’t control the smile taking over my lips.

“Shall I see you at home?”

I shout after her.

“Fuck you.”

She shouts back, as Anders starts walking through.

A laugh escapes me.

“Boss, I don’t know if I’d piss her off if I was you.”

A smile also takes over his face, something I haven’t seen in a while.

“Everything all good?”

“Yes, everything seems to have smoothed over.

David still has some guys watching over the place, but no rumblings heard.”

“I’d like to keep them on for a bit longer, I’ve told Kelcie she is to join me in the bar on Thursday.”

He gives a nod in agreement.

After he watched her take out O’Connell, he’s come around to the idea of her working closer with me.

I had my driver take me home around 9pm, Kelcie had him take her home when she stormed out of the office earlier, he messaged and let me know.

I still know where she is at all times regardless that there is always someone with her.

I walk into the kitchen, she’s there at the breakfast bar, in an oversized tee, sweats, and hair in a messy bun.

My eyes widen with lust and a need to taste her as I haven’t since this morning.

She has a glass of wine and is pouring me a whisky, I can see she is pissed off.

“What the fuck Gabriel”

she snaps.

“What’s the problem?”

I’m genuinely unsure what has got her so worked up.

“The business, the house.

It’s too much.”

“I’ve made you mine, you’ve said you’re mine, now everything that I have is yours too.

No more worrying about anything, can we just live our lives now?”

I state matter-of-factly whilst taking a drink.

I see her eyes narrow as she is thinking how to respond.

“Fine, I’m going to buy a car.”

She says trying to test me.

“OK, you don’t need to ask.”

I respond trying to keep the smile from my face but failing, so bite my bottom lip.

I want her to have no worries or concerns, including financially and the fact that I can provide her that security pleases me.

I walk around to her, her legs open allowing me to step close to her.

The fact that her body is always willing to give me anything I want turns me on.

She turns her head away from me, taking a sip of her wine trying to ignore me.

I brush my knuckles over her jawline, and I can see her nipples harden through her t-shirt at my touch.

“Let me protect you, anyway I can.”

My words are soft and devoted.

I will do anything and everything to keep this woman in my life.

She puts her glass down and looks up at me, I can see the love and unease in her eyes.

She’s never had someone want to take care of her, she is independent, strong, and it seemed, prepared to be on her own.

“OK.”

Her simple answer said quietly through a breath.

I lean in, my hand on the nape of her neck, my lips so close to hers that I can feel each of her breaths, her body is tense, turned on.

I keep my eyes locked on hers.

“I love you, Kelcie.”

Her eyes widen, her breathing deepens, and I feel her chest rise like she is trying to fill her lungs, I don’t give her a chance to respond, and I press my lips to hers.

As she kisses me back, I deepen it, devouring her like it’s the first time I have tasted her.

Her arms reach up around my neck, and I lower my hands to her waist picking her up off the stool, her legs again wrapping around my waist.

I lift her higher placing her on the breakfast bar, not releasing my lips from hers.

I grab the waistband of her sweats, pulling them down she leans back lifting her arse slightly so that I can take them down her legs.

After I pull them off her, I place soft kisses from her ankle up to her thigh, my tongue tickling in between them, her head falls back pushing her chest out further, her erect nipples visible through her tee.

As I reach her pussy, I kiss it over her black lace thong, before pulling her top up over her head.

As she lifts her arms, I take a nipple in my mouth, sucking on it and gently biting down making a groan release from her mouth.

She moves back so that she is resting on her forearms, as I stand looking at her, admiring her, my hard dick pushing against my slacks demanding to be released.

I undo my belt and pull it free from the loops, she watches me licking her lower lip.

I lay the belt down next to her, stroking her pussy over her thong, feeling the wetness in them.

Pulling it to one side I glide my thumb over her clit, her chest rises with the breath she takes, and I tease my fingers around her pussy never actually pushing them in.

“Gabriel.”

My name freed from her mouth in a breath, she’s frustrated, wanting me to push into her, make her come all over my fingers.

I pull away, she pulls her head up and looks at me, her eyes full of lust and desire to be taken.

I undo my shirt slowly so that I can watch her desire to be fucked increase.

I discard it on the floor, before pealing her soaked thong from her abandoning it with my shirt.

I grab her ankles and place her feet on the seats on either side of me, she’s wide open and ready for me.

I lean down taking her clit in my mouth, sucking on it making her moan before I run my tongue from the base of her pussy up to her clit, wanting to taste every part of her.

I slowly slide a finger into her, teasing her with tiny circular movements as I move it in and out.

I reach up and pinch her nipple, making her body start to tremble.

I move one finger to two, pushing in and out of her slowly speeding up, my tongue still working her clit.

As her wetness covers my hand, I push in a third making her moan louder.

I undo my slacks pushing them down my thighs with my boxers, my dick hard ready to enter her.

I stroke my hand up and down my hard shaft whilst continuing to finger fucker her.

I stop suddenly making her stare at me.

“Turn around,”

my words demanding.

She assesses her position before turning, resting a knee on each stool she leans over the counter.

She wobbles slightly as she balances herself, her pert arse and waiting wet pussy ready to be mine, she slightly wiggles her arse making me release a quick breath.

“Arms behind you.’ She lays flat and crosses her wrists behind her back expecting me to wrap my belt around them.

She has her head turned to the side, trying to look over her shoulder.

I grab my belt, threading it between her arms and back just above her elbow, I fasten it and pull it tight.

As I pull it tight, I pull her up and kiss her neck.

“You’ll always be mine Kelcie.”

I whisper into her ear, her breathing increases.

I have her back to my front, holding onto the belt with one hand I push my fingers back into her still wet pussy, she moans causing my dick to throb more.

I push her down, so she’s laid back on the counter and thrust my dick deep inside her with one single movement.

She screams in pain and pleasure and her legs shake.

I let go of the belt and grab hold of her hips.

The hunger that I have for her is still ravenous even though I’m inside her.

I continue to thrust harder, and harder, grabbing hold of her messy bun which has dropped down in her hair.

I wrap it around my fist and pull her head up slightly, as I thrust, her juices pour around me, and her pussy starts to clench around my dick.

“Not yet.”

I demand as I continue thrusting deeper.

“Gabriel, I can’t,”

she manages to pant out.

Her legs tremble and her pussy clenches harder, she’s about to come.

Letting go of her hair, I push my thumb into her soaking wet pussy next to my dick, stretching her that little bit more.

I slow my pace before removing my thumb and withdrawing all but the tip of my dick from her.

“Gabriel,”

she cries, wanting me back deep inside her, as I push in, I push my thumb into her tight ass, causing another scream to pass her lips.

I thrust back and forth, her moans filling the kitchen, she’s back at her peak, her body being taken over by her impending orgasm.

Her ass tightens around my thumb, as her pussy does my cock making me reach my own climax.

I thrust hard, filling her.

I circle my thumb that’s still inside her, causing her whole body to shake and I can’t stop the moan escaping me.

As her body goes soft, I pull my shaft and thumb out of her slowly, our cum dripping down her thighs and around my dick.

I loosen the belt and pull it off her arms.

She lays still, exhausted from her orgasm.

With my boxers and slacks still around my thighs I pull them up, then help her up, resting her back against my chest.

I wrap my arm around her waist, helping her lift her legs off the seats.

Turning her, I lean her back wrapping one arm around her back and one under her knees, lifting her so she doesn’t have to attempt to stand on her uneasy legs.

As I carry her up the stairs, her arms reach around my neck, her breathing slowly returns to normal, but her eyes have barely opened.

I place her in our bed, she rolls onto her side, I push my slacks and boxers off and climb in beside her pulling her close.

She turns into me, and I push the hair away from her face.

As she falls asleep, I feel her body relax and sink into me further.

“I love you,”

I whisper to her, knowing that nothing will ever compare to her.

It’s like I can feel my heart beating when she’s around as if it’s her presence that keeps the blood flowing through my veins.

I need her and she will always be mine.