(Mr Knowles Part 3)
Devante's had the best Philly cheese steak sandwich in the city and Grayson was glad Kathleen showed him the wonderful restaurant which almost left him breathless, she was a full bred New Yorkian considering the way she spoke about knowing all the hidden gems in the city unlike him who just fully relocated a year ago and traveling out consistently.
They both shared a sandwich and another shot of vodka which almost knocked her out but she remained strong, he was actually baffled and impressed at the same time with the way she was able to hold her alcohol—it was fun drinking with a woman who wasn't knocked out by the third glass of Martini.
Occasionally they both sent sultry glances at each other and Kathleen knew he wanted her, she wanted him too and going home with strangers on the first night wasn't her thing but Mathew Knowles was special—something about him sparked a flame inside which she didn't even know existed in the first place.
Finally he mustered up enough courage after an excruciatingly painful silence, ‘So can I still take you up on that offer?'.
‘It depends', she nipped on her bottom lip and then laughed nervously as she felt woozy, ‘I usually don't do things like this'.
‘We're both single I mean....'
She laughed again, ‘Wait you're single?? I thought you were a married man!!'.
‘Do I look like a married man?? is it the shirt??'. He joined in the joke.
She nodded, ‘Yeah it's the shirt'.
‘Dang it!'. He feigned disappointment and they both bursted into immense laughter again. Then they both fell silent and she saw that look in his eyes again, the warmth in them were met with the same fire in her eyes and she felt a lump form in her throat when he extended a hand towards her and lift her up to stand.
This was it Kathy, she told herself as he ushered her into his car which was in no way modest and if he was trying to come off as middle class income then he was failing miserably. The ride to his hotel was the most perverse experience she had to go through as she found her insides in all sorts of mess, her mind said one thing but her urges said another right until they got to the building.
There it was—the central grand hotel which was deemed one of the biggest buildings in the world, a room alone cost more than her yearly savings combined and she waited patiently as Mathew Knowles talked with the receptionist.
’You sure took your time over there'. She drawled and he placed a hand over her waist which made her gasp.
‘Let's go shall we??'.
‘The elevator to the rooms is that way'. She said as they were going in the wrong direction.
He smiled again, ‘Ohh we're not going to any of those rooms'.
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Kathleen almost squealed when he mentioned booking a suite instead, the cost alone could change her life forever but all that went down the drain when Mathew grabbed a hold of her, pinning her to the private elevator wall and rained down. She almost found herself breathless as he kissed her without decorum, his lips felt so fierce and powerful...so good too as she could still taste the tartness of the vodka they shared an hour ago.
She dug her fingers into his hair,parting her lips even wider and making him even more excited as she was the kind of woman he liked—one who wasn't shy and knew what she wanted....she wasn't a clueless damsel, she knew she wanted what he has to give and he sure did have a lot.
At this moment he was no longer a gentleman, he wasn't the charming Mr Knowles but a totally different person. He couldn't help himself just being in a cube and not being able to do anything, she was so beautiful and all he wanted was to kiss the lipstick she had on away which he held until he finally snapped.
The elevator door finally opened to the suite he ordered to be prepared for him and he hunched Kathleen up on his waist, hurling her purse across the room and straight onto the chest drawer next to the bed.
He couldn't get enough of her, something about this woman was driving him crazy, ways in which Charisse could never. She was a burst of freshness which he needed in his sexual life, one who received and gave too which made it all the more exciting. He finally broke away from her lips which took a lot of courage as all he wanted was to drink from the sweetness her mouth had to offer.
She released a moan as he worshipped her neck with soft kisses and felt his hand go all the way back to her zipper, at this point she didn't care if he was a stranger or not—he was a man who knew how to pleasure a woman, and she was a woman who was in dire need of good pleasuring.
Not like she was celibate, her illicit affair with Jake Coleman had a lot of sex in it, boring sex to be precise as he wasn't a man who was into foreplay and just went straight into action—she enjoyed it, most of the time but it didn't make her want to explode with the way Mathew Knowles was making her feel right now.
She also helped in taking his shirt off and he was a man adorned with tattoos which took her by surprise from the dazed expression plastered on her face, he looked like a responsible citizen but with his shirt off and the beautiful mural of a Chinese dragon on his back a couple few writings on his chest....he was in no way a responsible and upstanding citizen.
‘Whoa'. She laughed softly as the alcohol was starting to kick in more.
He looked down at his chest and smiled, ‘Well I've made a lot of choices I'm not proud of'.
‘You should be', she whispered and wrapped her arms around his neck to reel him down for a kiss, ‘You are one interesting man Mathew Knowles'.
(A night to remember....or forget)The bright Thursday sun of New York city shone brightly into the grand hotel's private suit and thus waking Kathleen from her slumber. She groaned under her breath and opened her eyes only to be bombarded by the most excruciatingly painful headache, she reluctantly sat upright and scratched the back of her head wondering what was going on.....and then the haze in her eyes cleared. She wasn't at her apartment!.A loud scream left her as she looked down and found herself naked, she yelped and jerked out of the bed in a midst of panic and looked around wondering what had happened the night before, and what she was doing in an obviously luxurious suite with her clothes on the floor and her panties on a chest drawer.She panted heavily and started to retrace her steps. She went to the club, then she met a beautiful charming man.....there it was Mathew Knowles! she met Mathew Knowles and they bot shared a delicious sandwich and she had the most beautiful,
(Mr Knowles is Mr Gray)‘Are you here for the interview?''Y.... yeah'‘Goodluck then. I hope your pretty face works in your favour', he laughed nervously, ‘That came out wrong didn't it??'.‘Ohhh you're fine'‘Well then', he nodded and stretched forth his right hand, ‘Jacob Hempstead. Internal relations manager....in other words I work here so no pressure'.Kathleen forced an awkward smile, ‘I'm Kathleen....Kathleen Turner but I go by Kathy or at least that's what people call me'.‘Nice to meet you Kathy and good luck with the interview. You're going to need it and take it as a tip—Mr Gray loves a good resumé'. He smiled and walked away.Kathleen wasn't sure why he was giving her such a tip but she appreciated it nonetheless. He was really lanky with frizzy blonde hair and nerdy glasses, he was handsome and charming too but she'd had her fair share of charming men—she had a one night stand with one of them and was abandoned in a hotel suite.Taking a deep breath she walked into the b
(All men suck!!)‘All men suck!', Kathleen could feel the tears brewing in her eyes as she plopped down on Gloria's couch, sipping a cup of coffee as she was ready to tell her best friend how embarrassing her interview went.Gloria sighed deeply, ‘I can't believe he lied to you like that'.’Ohh he didn't just lie', Kathleen hissed, ‘He acted like he didn't even know me. Like I was charmed by this man Lorie, for the first time since a few hours ago I had a glimmer of hope....only for me to be abandoned at an hotel with two hundred bucks like I'm some cheap hooker'.She was bitter, she was bitter and angry to the point where she felt like she would start crying. For the first time in her life someone made her feel so cheap that it hurt her ego, he stared right into her eyes and denied ever knowing her even after making her feel like she was special the night before—but who was she kidding anyway? a man like Grayson Hunter didn't go for the likes of her....poor and in debt.Gloria could
(The first day is always the worst day)Grayson knew he was in for a long ride when he spotted Kathleen standing right in front of the door with a cup of coffee ready for him. She was even more beautiful than the last time he saw her, her pencil skirt accentuated her curves and the green blouse with a little flower by the side just made his mouth water—the winning part was her hair, long, lustrous, shimmering and he knew she came from a line with good genes.With a hard lump formed in his throat he walks towards her and the plastered smile on her face threw him off guard for a moment, ignoring her greeting, ‘Where's my coffee??'.‘With no cream and two cubes of sugar as you requested sir'. She responded still with a smile which he was starting to find annoying. Honestly she didn't seem to be as shocked as she was two days before—a part of him found her determination impressive.His brows morphed into a frown as he took a sip, then it changed into a scowl, ‘Follow me into my office Mis
(In a monster's hole)For the rest of the week Kathleen had made a total of twenty-five coffees, thrown out ten packs of doughnuts which she didn't throw out of course but kept safely in Ophelia's cubicle, and had been yelled at thirty eight times over the darndest things.If his coffee wasn't hot she got yelled at, if it was too hot she got yelled at, if it was warm she also got yelled at for it not being too hot. He was at his worst after fighting with board members and she was at the receiving end of it, getting yelled at for even the paperweight not being placed correctly on the table.She was exhausted and not only was she exhausted, she was mentally and emotionally drained. There were a lot of times where she wanted to quit, slam his head against the wall like she always dreamed off and walk away in the most powerful stride ever.... but here she was, on her lunch break, in the employee lounge, eaten a stale macaroni salad given to her by Nana willow with the most depressing expr
(I hate my boss)Grayson was taken aback, he was expecting something else but certainly not her using the bathroom to defecate. It was already embarrassing as it is and he could see her eyes glistening with tears,no one wants to be in her kind of situation so she was dismissed with the wave of a hand to make light of it.Kathleen nipped on her bottom lip as she walked out of the office—the cowardly voice peered it's ugly head out urging her to quit, to walk away without paying her shame any glance but she was broke....she was out of groceries and hasn't had water in her apartment for a week. All she needed was a fat avaricious paycheck as compensation for her woes.The hours went by quickly and she wasn't yelled at or called in by Mr Grayson, which was a miracle as she couldn't bear looking him in the eye after knowing she had clogged one of his toilets. Her work hours was finally over when she was called in, rolling her eyes she walked into the office and noticed he took his jacket o
(Criminal)‘Hey you look tired'. Jacob walks up to Kathleen's desk the next morning with two cups of coffee in his hands.Stretching her arm as she was just interrupted from her open-eyed slumber, she yawned loudly, ‘Yeah I had a rough night'. By a rough night she meant having to iron out two extremely difficult suits, with so much tremble to not burn the delicate material that it was, go through a huge file case and was up until 3am having to figure out her outfit for work tomorrow..... yeah she had a rough night.‘Well you're in for a treat', Jacob smiled, ‘The coffee shop right across are having a party so I got us free coffee and a cream cheese bagel to go with it. Ophelia mentioned you've been eating bagels a lot'.Kathleen's cheese rose with color of embarrassment as it was the pure truth—she'd been eating bagels a lot for lunch as it was the only thing she could get, by that she meant the free box of bagels she in a dumpster near a Costco supermarket. It wasn't expired and unop
(Back to the roots)‘Hello Miss Turner'.Kathleen was puzzled, gobsmacked to say the least. Her boss was standing right in front of her! it wasn't a dream, nor a prank, neither a simulation of some sort which she prayed for it to be.... Grayson Hunter was standing right in front of her—in her apartment building—while she was wearing the most atrocious looking flip-flops worn out sweatshirt....he was standing in front of her!.I hope he didn't hear it, she thought as she blinked endlessly until she could muster up the courage to speak, ‘Wh... what brings you here sir?'.‘You', he responded, ‘I came here for you'.Now Kathleen wasn't sure by what he meant, coming here for her could mean a lot of things and she hoped it wasn't the latter she thought of, ‘Uhhh you came here for me??'.‘Yes', he nodded, ‘I need you to get dressed and meet me outside immediately. No questions asked Miss Turner'.‘I don't work outside work hours s—'‘I'll pay you extra so are you coming down or not??'.mHe