"I don't make anyone pathetic Tabatha."

"Oh really? So what of when you see another colored man that you desire, are we to move on to him?" She folds her arms.

"It's not like that. I don't...I am attracted to colored men yes, but it is not all of them that I want. Assad's father was the first man I was ever with, and he had awoken my attraction towards colored men. Yes, I have seen other men that I have found attraction too, but Robert was the only one I was willing to actually make an advancement towards."

"Because you bonded over drinks and conversations." She sarcastically says but I nod either way.

I move to stand in front of her, wise to know not to touch her...yet.
"There was never a day that I lost interest in you Tabatha." She stares questioningly into my eyes.

"Is that so Gregory Kingston?" I nod, and she rolls her eyes.

"My love for you will never run cold Tabatha, nor will my desire for you. It is only because I knew you were angry with me, and had ordered that I do not touch you that I have done so, but not once have I lost interest in you. Me being with Robert does not lessen my desire for you."

"I want you both." I finally admit, feeling my confidence on the matter grow. Robert had told me that before we had any other relations, we were to speak to Tabatha first. One week had gone by and I was never able to will myself to speak to her on the topic. I knew she would have reacted as she had earlier.

"I explained it was as an itch I could not ignore, but it was more than that. I started to detest you for not being able to satisfy the need that was deeply rooted." She stares up at me with a dull expression, and I sigh.
"I am sorry I couldn't be the husband that desires only you Tabatha, but I do still want you." I slowly raise my hand to touch her face, smiling inwardly when she doesn't push me away.

"I've thought many of times what it would be like to have Robert thrusting into me, while you rode to your release on my face." Her eyes widen slightly, but she quickly becomes stern again, clearing her throat and stepping away.

"Such ideas are abominable Gregory Kingston. You both can be criminalized for such acts if anyone comes to know, and now you want to add a third wheel? What would people think if they come to know I tag teamed on the abomination?"

"No one will come to know Tabatha. We have kept our personal lives tightly locked. Nothing will happen." She glances at Robert, and he just stares at her, pushing his hands into his pants pockets.

She looks back to me, and I pull her by her waist to me again, but she pushes against my chest.
"You know I love you Gregory."

"I know."

"And you know I would have done anything for you." My shoulders slack as she steps back from me again. I'm truly starting to dislike the constant pull away. It's as if my hand is suddenly aching to hold her.
"But this is just far too much. How is this to be, when you only desire Gregory?" She asks Robert but her question was not as I expected.

"I'm not repulsed by you." He honestly tells her, reaching forward to touch her face. She flinched away slightly but I grab hold of her waist, muttering to her that it was okay.
"But I won't penetrate you." Her eyes widen.

"Because you strictly like men?" Robert glances at me and we both begin to chuckle.
"Did I say something wrong?" She asks, looking between us.

"No you didn't. But yes, I like only men. However I have come to the understanding that in order for this to work, some compromise is necessary." She furrows her eyes in confusion.

"But you said you would not penetrate me." He smirks, and I feel my own lips lift up.

"I don't have to penetrate you to compromise  Tabatha. There are many other things I can do."

"Oh." She looks down, and I don't immediately move to lift her head, allowing her a moment to process her thoughts.

"This is not heard of." She softly mutters looking back up to me, a look of vulnerability in her brown eyes.
"It is not honorable. We will be penalized, ostracized, even blackmailed if anyone comes to know. What of the promise to our parents?" I place my index finger to her lips to stop her ramble.

"We have kept our promise to this day Tabatha. We have yet to destroy the legacy of the Kingston and Gardia names." She stares into my eyes, and I watch as she goes through a mental battle, tears coming into her eyes.

"We should leave before the rain begins to pour." I tell her, taking hold of her hand.

"Tabatha-"

"How can they be gone Gregory? We just celebrated our wedding day and suddenly they are all gone." She turns to look at me, long tears falling from her eyes.

"What are we to do? How are we to go forward?" I cup her face, wiping away her tears with my thumbs.

"We'll make the Kingston name greater than it ever was before. We'll become standing pillars of society, just as they had envisioned for us."

"I can't run father's-"

"Don't worry about the Lounge Tabatha, I'll take care of it. I'll make it into the luxurious haven he wanted it to be I promise you that."

"And I promise to not let anything or anyone tarnish the Kingston Name."

It is expected for those who possess great wealth to have many enemies, yet its truly most saddening when said enemies are within your own family. My father's brother filled with jealousy schemed a plan believing we were all to be on that private plane that day. Thought he could rid of us all with one strike, but Tabatha and I had travelled first class by Imperial Airlines to go to England.

We had to immediately fly back to Pemberton, condolences given far and wide. They had reported to us that both engines had suddenly exploded and the plane crashed on the runway.

How?

How can a plane that was checked by the engineers and declared fit to fly, suddenly have both its engines explode.

But you see, enemies will do anything to get their way. The bastard may have been able to keep his performance top tier in front of the crowd but he could not fool me. I knew he had something to do with the plane crashing.

Flashback

"Please Mr. Kingston, I-"

"Was it Jacob?" I ask the engineer that was in charge of checking the engines that day. His eyes widen in fear and that was all the confirmation I needed to know I was right.

I turn to leave but he rushes forward to grab my right hand, pleading with me that he had only done this for them.

"You did nothing for your family Mr. Hosha. This was for you. You lack nothing. Your wife is not ill as you lord to me earlier, and you are as rotten as my uncle for the way you treat the ones that love you dearly."

"I...P-please Mr. Kingston, I will testify that it was him. I will...please I don't want to die." He cries and I pull my hand away from him.

"You were going to testify either way, but on the matter of death, that is something only the court can decide."

I arrived home at our former mansion, after calling for a family meeting, and it was as if he knew that I knew it was him. Though he tried to play confident and tried to use the power of the Kingston Law no. 4: Kingston's never inform on each other, yet it seemed he had forgotten the clause of that law. Though we do not inform on each other, Kingston's protect their own. Even from a Kingston.

Both men were sentenced to death, as both estranged wives received all assets and possessions. My uncle's ex wife currently lives in Paris with her new husband and their son. However I don't think I'll ever forget her parting words to me.

"Are you sure you will be well. His execution is tomorrow." I ask her as we stood near her gate at the airport.

"Don't worry about me Gregory, I will be well. I have no desire to see him for a last time." I sadly smile, pulling her into a hug once more, just as the gate agent approaches us, notifying us that they are ready.

She turns to leave, but suddenly freezes, turning back to me.
"You know Gregory, I thank God he had not given me a child with that man. The world feels a lot more livable knowing his bloodline ends with him."

"Gizzella, I-"

"Be greater than them all Gregory." She tells me and walks off without another word.

I worked hard from that day onward. Channeling my pain and anger, and using that as fuel to make the Real Estate Empire that my grandfather built, along with Tabatha's father's lounge, even more successful than they did.

The Kingston name holds power, and Tabatha more than Paulina and I, remains keen to the upkeep of our reputations but I truly believe it is costing her to lose relationship with her daughter, and the enjoyment of life.

"I will keep my promise to them Gregory." She says and I sigh, letting go of her.

"I know it was much to ask of you Tabatha, I do not blame you for refusing." She stares up to me, eyes flashing with many emotions, even glistening with tears.

"I can't pretend to not want you Gregory. You are my husband. The Lord knows I..." Could she...
"I am a woman who has her own sexual desires and needs. But this.." she points between Robert and I. "This was not how I saw our future. I never envisioned sharing you one day with a man."

"I'm-"

"Stop apologizing." She cuts me off.
"Bloody hell, I can't believe..." She passes her hand through her hair, sighing in frustration.
"Do you really still desire me?" She softly asks, and my eyes widen in surprise, but I quickly snake my arm around her waist again, pulling her body closer to me.

"As I need air my love." I mutter leaning down to kiss her, and she melts into the kiss. God I missed her.

She loosely wraps her arms around my neck, softly whimpering against my lips.

I felt it. Dammit I felt it too. The aching need, the lack of intimacy, finally being able to touch her again; It was painfully gratifying.

We slowly pull apart and she rests her forehead to my chest, both of her chests raising and falling heavily.

"No one is to come to know of this Gregory." I hear her say, and I look to Robert who moves to stand closer to us. As if sensing his closer proximity, she raises her head, looking to him and then to me.
"If anyone comes to know of this arrangement outside of our family and trusted staff, I will take extreme measures."

"Funny of you to say that in front of the man who would have to represent you in court for murder." Robert declares, making the bold move to hold face. She surprises us both by leaning into his touch, and even initiating the kiss between them.

The sight of watching the man and woman I love kiss, was more than just arousing, more than just the cause of my cock hardening, there was something deeper there. The tightness in my stomach, and overwhelming feeling of...I can't seem to find the write words.

Tabatha pulls away first, breathing even more heavier than before, her face flushed a deep shade of red, her eyes filled with lust.

"How exactly is this to work?" She breaths out. "He said he will not penetrate me, but he will compromise with other deeds. You will touch me but will be the only one to penetrate me, but Robert will penetrate you."

"Can we stop using the word penetrate so much." Robert says and she blushes in embarrassment. Robert stares at her intently, and she shyly looks down, a look of understanding passing through his eyes when he looks to me.

"Can I..." We both look back to her, but she had yet to raise her head.

"Can you what love?" I ask, lifting her head so she can look at me.

"How...How do you both even have intercourse?" Her face flushed even more red, and I glance at Robert who chuckles.

"Would you like us to show you?" She looks at him, amazed.

"You mean I'll watch you both?" He nods.

"Oh...um..okay."