Gregory Kingston

I had returned to my office after leaving Carl and Paulina to themselves, however the smile on my face immediately dropped when I say the bastard sitting before me right now, waiting in the waiting area.

"You have your secretary to lie for you now Gregory Kingston!" Both the bastard and I look towards the door, Tabatha seeming to freeze in spot.

Amanda rushes comes in after her,
"I tried to tell her sir, but she would not believe me." She says slightly glaring at the woman.

"Thank you Amanda. You can leave." She nods, walking back past my wife, reaching for the door, making Tabatha snap out her shock state and move away so she can close the door.

"Such anger towards your husband Mrs. Kingston." The bastard says and she chuckles, masking her nervousness well.

"It's never nice to see you Mr. Kelvin." She tells him, walking over to me.
"What are you both talking about?"

I go to speak but he cuts me off.
"I was just talking your husband here about how saddening it must be for you all with all these rumors floating around right now. I simply came to give my support." I roll my eyes, and he chuckles.

"Well I won't stay any longer. You both have a good rest of your day, and don't be too angry at him Tabby, my appearance was quite sudden." He smirks, tipping his invisible hat before turning and leave.

I clench my hands in fists, wanting to punch that smirk completely off his face but I knew not to make a scene.

I look towards Tabatha when he is gone, her confident mask starting to fall and her true emotions begin to show.

"Do you think he's the one that brought Assad here?" She looks to me, worry drenched on her face.
"If he's the one that brought Assad here that means they-" I grab hold of her shoulders.

"Calm down darling." Her shoulders slack, and she close her eyes, taking a breath. I gently caress her cheek, the slight shiver of her body making me smile.
"Assad is not a fool Tabatha." She opens her beautiful brown eyes to look at me.

I love my wife. More than she would believe, but I knew our current situation would make her feel that statement to not be true.

"How are you so sure?"

"He would not work with our rivals to destroy us, when destroying us means hurting Paulina." I confidently state.

"You seem to have so much confidence in him. Well I don't." She admits.

"I don't trust Assad love, I trust the love he has for our daughter. He would never do anything to harm her." She stares at me.

"Why couldn't it be like that for us as well Gregory? You wouldn't do anything to harm me." I sigh, wrapping her in my arms.

"I-" The door suddenly opens and Robert enters with his briefcase in hand, pausing and staring when he notices us. I couldn't quite read his expression. Did he find this off putting?

"I will come back later." He says and Tabatha pulls away from me, and looks to him. I watch as her hard exterior reappears and she steps away from me, scoffing.

"Can't I have one moment with my own husband." She mutters under her breath, turning to leave.

"Tabatha." I call out to her but she ignores me and walks past Robert and out of the room.

"I did not mean to interrupt." I shake my head, sighing.

"It's alright Robert. What's wrong? Why are you here?" I sit down in my chair.

"So I did the background research as you said on Assad to make sure that his story adds up." He closes the door and walks in.
"He is a professional photographer, the only to come out of his village. He entered a contest in Preston Pemberton and one the grand prize of three thousand pounds and a job at the company for a three year contract."

"Which company?" I ask going to sit in my chair. He rests his briefcase on the desk, opening it and taking out a file, handing it to me. I open it reading over the contents amazed.

"He won the Photographer Challenge at Luminique Photography?" I asked amazed and Robert nods.

It takes much to impress that old woman, and for him to win meant he did exactly that. I turn the page and I see the picture taken that won him the competition; it was a simple picture of his mother smiling at a camera, with the clear view of their village behind them.

It truly is a great picture.

"I also looked up on that Eric guy. He also seems genuine. I would believe they met at the Ceremony for the Challenge, and became friends there." I nod, flipping to the last page and I freeze when I see a recent picture of his father. It says him and his wife are divorced and have been for...they separated a year after leaving our home.

"Dominic we cannot do this. I..."

"You kissed me Gregory. You kissed me." He says and I walk away from him, passing my hand through my hair in frustration. The atmosphere of my office was highly tense, and it wasn't because of anger or rage. I wanted him.

"I know I did—I just—" He walks up to me, turning me around to face him.
"I've never felt like this Dominic. Far less for a man. I love my wife."

"I love my wife as well Gregory, but I crave you just as much as you crave me." He wraps his arm around my waist,

"Can I kiss you?"

"Gregory!" I jump in fright, looking up to Robert with wide eyes.

"W-What?" His eyes search my face, making me feel somewhat self conscious.

"You are thinking of him?" I close the file, not responding.
"Tell me about him." I look back up to him shocked.

"You want to hear about him? Shouldn't you be angry that I'm thinking of another man." He chuckles, shaking his head.

"We are not official Gregory, plus you are married." I narrow my eyes at him.

"What is that supposed to mean? You can not sleep around with other men, and with me Robert?" I stand to my feet, surprised at my own anger.
"I won't have you shacking up with other men and then thinking you can come to me after." He chuckles again and I fold my fists in anger.

"I am not joking around Robert! I am serious!" He walks around the table to me, but I step back when he comes to stand in front of me, only for him to grab hold of my waist, pulling me back to him.

"Don't step away from me Gregory."

"Don't antagonize me Robert."

"I am not sleeping with any other man Gregory. Now tell me about your ex lover." I sigh, resting my hand on his chest.

"He was the first man to ever...you know." He nods.

"I had never experienced those feelings before and thought I was going crazy, but it was just always there. It slowly got worse to the point where I couldn't take my eyes off him, and then one day I called him to my office and I kissed him. He was shocked at first but then he pulled me back in for another and we made out for sometime before I pulled away and started panicking. I have a wife, Paulina was thirteen then, I couldn't my let feelings ruin that. But I couldn't suppress it, it just grew."

"And eventually Tabatha caught you guys." I sadly nod.

"The first time we had sex it was painful. He was very endowed and I was new to the entire thing. I couldn't have anyone go to purchase any lubricant, so we had to improvise with our saliva and foreplay. He seemed more experienced than I, so he made me orgasm first and then used my release to coat his member."

"That must have been painful." I nod.

"It was. The next time I had Smith get some lubricant for me, and that was how we were able to have a more enjoyable experience." I tell him.
"It was mind blowing to say the least that first time with proper lubrication. I couldn't seem to get enough. I would come home every lunch hour of every day for an entire week, so we can have intercourse. It was simply gratifying." He softly smiles.

"One Wednesday if I could recall, I left work as always and I went home for our annual 'lunch meeting' as I told my secretary, but I did not expect Tabatha to visit my office that day. She hadn't planned too, but I think she was suspicious of me cheating. Amanda had told her that I went home for our annual lunch meeting, and she lied and said she had forgotten about that being so busy and all." He chuckles.

"When she came home she found him buried deep inside me in the guest bedroom of our former house, and all hell broke loose; only for two days later as I told you before to catch Paulina and Assad." He leans in to kiss my neck, and I feel the tension I wasn't aware was in my shoulders slack.

"Your family is not as perfect as you guys claim to be Gregory." I chuckle, nodding.

"We know that. It's just the people that are not aware." He lets me go, stepping back.

"Do you still have sex with your wife?" He suddenly asks and I shake my head.

"She hasn't allowed me to touch her since she found out about you."

"Meaning you were active times before." I nod.
"If she desires for you to sex her will you?" I nod again.

"I love my wife." He nods, walking away from me to the front of the desk, closing his briefcase.

"Talk to me Robert, don't just walk away." I say going after him, grabbing his arm and turning him to face me. He doesn't respond immediately, simply staring at me.

"Talk to me Robert." I repeat and he sighs, walking over to the single chair sitting down.

"Your daughter said something to me some days ago that I have been pondering on." I look up to him confused.

"What did Paulina say?"

"She asked if I am okay with remaining your secret lover, seeing as we both know you would not divorce your wife." Oh.
"At that time I had yet to know the laws of your family, and I knew us being together officially would never come to be, so I have pondering on her statement."

"I...I don't...I..." He chuckles, leaning his elbows on his knees, but he only looked more handsome.

"What is to happen when you tire of me Gregory? Am I to simply just be your lawyer? Is this something of the long run, or simply just a moment's fling?"

"I..."

"You said you will go to bed with you wife if she desires, yet you also desire me? How does that work Gregory?" He says in a calm tone.
"Should we schedule the days for who should have you as well?"

"No—"

"Should we end this then?" He stands and I stare at him dumbfounded. What on earth is going on?

"I am so very confused Robert. What are you—"

"Are you to be with both me and your wife if she decides to accept you again, or shall we end this now, so I won't be thrown off to the side when that time comes?" He says in a more serious tone. My mouth opens and close as I try to figure out what to say.

"I never expected you to leave your wife for me Greg."

"Then why-I have..I feel so out of control right now." I say feeling angry at his sudden change in mood and myself.

He sighs, walking up to me and cupping my cheeks.
"I like you Gregory."

"I like you too-"

"No Gregory. I don't just like you because you fulfill my sexual needs. I like you. Maybe I should not have allowed it get this far, and should have declined Smith's offer, but I'm just selfish. I knew who you were when I allowed myself to be buried deep in your hole, and when Smith offered the job, I was even more selfish. I did not want to let you go, even if it meant sharing you with your wife but now..."

"But now?" I repeat, awaiting his answer.

"You tell me Greg." I sigh, stepping away from him.

"My love for Tabatha has never diminished. Not even with Assad's father. I still feel the deep rooted love for her, as when we got married. The need to have her by my side for the rest of my life, still sexually aroused by her beauty, and I still find pleasure in being with her. But if...if I'm to think of it...it's not that I am turned off by her, I can think of her beautiful naked frame and I will become stiff just at the thought, but there's a part of me that wants the roles to be switched." I honestly tell him. He pushes his hands into his pockets, staring directly into my eyes.

"Tabatha is submissive in every sense of the word when we are intimate. Though her personality exudes every essence of power and confidence which I greatly love about her, when we are alone, that persona goes to the back and she submits almost instantly to the slightest command of authority from me. You however," I step back up to him resting my hand on his chest.

"You're dominant by all means. You take control, you demand and command, and I love it. I love to be the one whimpering under you, begging at your mercy of pleasure. But I don't think I can always be that way, always submissive." His eyes search my own.

"Say something." I tell him, and he reaches out to me, wrapping his arms around my body pulling me closer to him.

"So you desire both you wife and I?" I nod.

"Yes."

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Gregory, Gregory, Gregory.

That's all I will say.