Page 17 of Gentleman's Anger
“Right you are, love,” he says, taking off in the direction of North London.
“I understand milord, I’m a one-cock girl. Your cock,” she whispers in my ear after she gives the address to the driver.
“Fuck, duchess. I’m a one-pussy guy. Your pretty, pink,kissablywet pussy. Yours alone,” I rasp into her ear. She shivers and hold her tighter.
“Oh God, we’ve got to get out of this taxi.”
“Is something wrong?”
“Yes. No. Who comes just from words? No touching?”
“You do,” I say proud as fuck. “I take it that’s never happened before?”
“Just with you,” she says.
“That’s just further proof that you’re mine.”
* * *
When we get to the house, her parents, all of them, are welcoming. I sit with Renee, Rita, Ray, & Roger while Patience changes her panties and gathers some clothes.
“So just what are you intentions with our daughter? We saw Twitter but we’ve learned to take everything on social media with a grain of salt,” Ray says. At least I think it was Ray. I learn their names.
“Well, Ray,” I begin. When no one corrects me I continue. “I will be marrying your daughter as soon as humanly possible, but definitely before May when she begins shooting her next film.”
“The Debauched Duchess. Are you okay with that? This will be her first role that will require nudity,” Renee says.
“As I have every intention of being the duke in that movie, it will be fine.”
“You act and play rugby?” This from Roger.
“Not since I was in high school and I think I was knight, it doesn’t matter.”
“What makes you think you’ll get the part? Rita asks.
“The power of persuasion. It’s not unheard of that an athlete try a different field.”
“True, but are you any good?”
“This might sound crazy or controlling, but I’ll be the best damn duke on the planet if it keeps her from making that movie with some other man.”
“A little controlling, but I like it. I like you, Logan,” Rita says smiling. “What did I say, Renee. I knew going to the club would change her life.”
“You did say that, Mama,” Patience says coming back into the room carrying a small overnight bag.
“That’s all you’re bringing?”
“It’s all I need for now. I’m technically on vacation. I don’t plan on doing much of anything.”
“She has been working non-stop since last August.”
“Really?” I say.
“Yes. Oh, you’ll come to my premiers right?”
“Of course,” I say.
“Sit down, Patience. You’ll stay for dinner,” Rita says.
