ANDRE Two hours later. "I am ready," Catherine said, and I immediately turned to look at her. She walked down the stairs in the dress I had bought for her.I was awestruck. I hadn't seen her in a year, and she was more dolled up for me. My jaw dropped as I saw her. I didn't know what to say. Nana gasped as she held Brian; she smiled and sighed. I could see how happy she was. I smiled as Catherine got down, and I walked up to her. "You-" My gaze assessed her, and I saw how her curves came out and how gorgeous she looked.Fuck, Catherine should be every man's dream, and she was mine. "You look ravishing." I smiled at her and gripped her hand."I know, thank you." She replied. Catherine seemed shy towards me, or I imagined it because she was anything but shy to those men at the stinking bar where she worked at. The thought of her working at the ridiculous bar made me angry, and the fact that she did that for over a year. I sighed, but I didn't like it to ruin my night. "Okay,
CATHERINE. I wouldn't deny I didn't love how he spoke and acted like a true gentleman.And the best was he was humorous. He didn't look as angry as Andre, or maybe I shouldn't compare both men."Swayed you? I barely did anything." I said.For once, I knew how beautiful I was and how easy it made men lose their jaws whenever I was near. I had seen many men eyeing me without hiding. They all stared at me openly and even whispered some words which I often heard as they weren't quiet enough.I was that confident until Andre decided to betray me. I lost my senses as well as confidence all at once.Brushing the thought of his painful reminder aside, I gazed at the hot stranger. I wouldn't want to be too forward with him and lose favour. Instead, I'd played dumb and switched it up, and if, by chance, all went well, I could move on to him.Perhaps, it was silly of me to think so. But I feel better chemistry towards him than Andre. Did I, or was it just a spur of the moment? "Oh, you did. Yo
CATHERINE“No, Andre! I am no longer the puppet you can throw around in the name of a wife!” I screamed into the phone, all my pent-up and hurt emotions bubbling up to the surface.“I am done with that hellhole you call a marriage! Nothing can bring me back to you after you had the nerve, the audacity and the disrespect to cheat on me with my sister!”His voice on the other end of the phone oozed anger, the deep baritone almost forcing me to surrender to his will. But he had hurt me too much for that to work now. “It was a contract marriage. I am not obligated to you, Catherine, now fucking listen to me—”“I am not obligated to you, either! I have always listened to you and where has that gotten me? Hurt and pregnant.” I yelled him down with a cracking voice, making sure he could not get a word in. “I am not your property, Mr. Gray, and you don’t own me.”“That’s where you are f*cking wrong.” His reply was venomous. “I own every inch of you, Catherine. From the moment you signed thos
ONE YEAR LATER.“Hey, Cat!” One of the waitresses, Nina, called out to me the moment I hurried into the club from the back entrance.“Are you just f*cking getting here?” She asked chewing her gum with a smile. She was vulgar but I was not surprised because she had always been like that.Her pretty midnight-black eyes held pity but I ignored it.“I barely managed to hide your absence from the manager!”“Thanks, Nina, I owe you one!” I panted out through heavy, hurried breaths, giving her a guilty and thankful look as I practically ran past her to the changing rooms.My ears twitched as banging sounds and vibrations of music came through the walls from the main bar area. That meant the club was already in full swing.Shít.In record time, I pulled my waitress clothes out of my locker in the staff changing rooms while stripping off my regular clothes at the same time. At my other job, I was made to work overtime today and that was why I got here so late. I could not neglect Brian at his
ANDRE POV I was f*cking pissed off.First I was furious at that ball of meat that had the nerve to put his hands on what was mine. Now, all of my anger was directed straight at the woman trapped against the wall in front of me.After a whole damn year of looking for Catherine and the baby she took from me, here she was. Here she f*cking was. In some ridiculous club in the middle of New York City.And worst was, she was working as a waitress. A freaking goddamned waitress.How the hell was she even taking care of my child with such a nauseating job? Did she even have the time to take care of the helpless baby when she was here serving drinks to horny assholes?All those thoughts ran through my head but I brushed them aside to concentrate on her.Catherine, my gorgeous Catherine. Perhaps, I didn't have the right to call her that now.But until the moment she fled, she had been my wife and no proper separation document was made.Needless to say, she was still mine.Her beautiful hazel
CATHERINE “Where is my son?” The question hit me hard and fast, like a club of solid iron, and I found myself taking a few steps back. My heart raced faster than ever, and I swallowed, breaking my eye contact with his probing green stare.My voice was suddenly very small in the shadows of the night. “H-how did you know it’s a boy..?”He must have been stalking me to know. Yet, he was a powerful man that could get any information he needed in the twinkling of an eye.My head reeled. I could not let Andre go anywhere near Brian. Never. He was my baby, my son alone. Not the son of a merciless and remorseless cheat.Andre scoffed, brushing a hand through his hair to push back some loose strands. Reluctantly, I watched him, with a familiar feeling pooling in my gut. Him touching his hair that way was familiar. It dug up memories that I had painfully buried, and it made me feel hurt and vulnerable again like I felt a year ago.“Don’t question me, Catherine.” He grunted. “You lost that r
“No!” I screamed.The sound was deafening, and I ripped the papers apart. “I will never hand my son over to you! You can’t take him away from me!” I kept on shrieking as I had finally lost my mind, tearing the documents over and over again so they floated to the floor in tiny pieces. I hurled the rest of the shredded paper at him with tears running down my face.“I will never let my son come anywhere near you, Mr. Gray!” My anger at the pure injustice of this world was rattling, and my tears flowed faster. “You got these fake documents in my absence and you think you can fool me into surrendering my child to you?! Your plan has failed miserably!”“Fake?” He said that word like he was unfamiliar with it. His tone lowered. “Fail?”He chuckled. It was dark and intimidating. He stepped closer to me, with a sadistic smile and I took a couple of steps back. He kept following me till I had nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide from him. He was standing right inside my personal space, his hard to
ANDRE POV I dug my hands into my pockets and watched her with a smirk on my face. She could resist all she wanted, but I was going to get my son back.Nothing could stop me. Not even her. She stared down at the documents, and her hands trembled like she was going to rip through them again. She could rip it to pieces all she wanted, that was the only thing she had control over. I had control over the rest of what happened in her life. I had control over what she did. Over her. My gaze fell over her body again. This time, in the privacy of my hotel suite, the waitress's uniform suddenly did not look that bad. It only looked more seductive now. From the rough way, I had handled her to get her into my car, and up here in my suite, her ponytail had become loose. The beautiful auburn hair now hung low, flowing down her slender shoulders and back in thick, soft curls.My fingers itched as the urge to wrap the curls around my fingers filled me.Not only that, my cock heated when I reme