Kiss the Kitty: (Her Dad’s Best Friend) Page 8

  “Okay, now you’re just trying to twist everything around, like you weren’t the one who went crazy,” Paul said.

  Katherine was visibly shaking with rage. She’d clearly had enough, and she wasn’t going to hold back much longer.

  “All right,” James said to John, “let’s break this up before she gets arrested for assault.”

  Paul, apparently too arrogant to know when to stop, went on, “I came here to talk to you about this, assuming you’d be able to discuss it like a sensible adult, but obviously, I was expecting too much of you.”

  That was it for Katherine. “You entitled piece of shit.” She charged at him with her shoe again and managed to get in a few jabs before James and John intervened.

  They pulled her off him just as the police arrived.

  “Crazy bitch,” Paul yelled as he got up on his feet.

  They were holding Katherine back so she couldn’t reach him, but that didn’t stop her. Instead she kicked out at him, and the stiletto she was still wearing went flying through the air, hitting Paul right in the nuts.

  He buckled forward, howling as the police officers grabbed him and dragged him away.

  The crowd around them broke out in cheers and applause, and that’s when Katherine finally noticed her audience. She bit her lip and looked up at James. “I’m sorry for causing a scene.”

  James pulled her into his arms. “God, I love you,” he said, holding her tight.

  Maybe a little too tight. “Love you too…also, air,” she squeaked.

  “Oh, sorry.” He loosened his hold. “Are you all right?” he asked, cupped her cheek and kissed her lips.

  “Yeah, I’m good,” she said looking up at him. “That idiot drugged me,” she added as if it was still sinking in.

  “Yes, I suspected something was…" he trailed off, deciding to give her the story later, because at that moment, he realize John was standing beside them with a look on his face that said, for him reality had sunk in.

  “I’m going to wring his fucking neck,” John said in a deadly tone.

  “Dad?” Katherine released James and looked at her father with concern.

  “Oh God, sweetheart.” He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tight. “I’m so sorry that I didn’t listen to you, that I doubted you.”

  “Come on dad, let’s not pretend I’ve never given you reason to.”

  “It’s no excuse. You could have been seriously hurt.”

  Katherine looked up at him. “That is in no way your fault. Please, don’t go there,” she said in a serious tone.

  John’s expression softened as he looked at his daughter. “I don’t deserve you, but I promise I’ll do better from now on.”

  A sweet smile appeared on her face. “Let’s both do better,” she said and pulled him in for another hug.

  John wrapped his arms around her and looked over her head at James. “Thank you,” he said.

  James gave him a nod in response.

  “That being said,” John continued, “if you hurt her, I will kill you.”

  James smiled. “I’d expect nothing less.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  James

  One month later…

  Sitting by the window, James put down his newspaper and chuckled at pair coming up the driveway. Katherine looked put together, energetic and absolutely beautiful, but John?

  Good God!

  But seeing them like this was a heartwarming reminder of how far they’d come.

  After the incident, John had had the hardest time coming to terms with what had happened. He was out for blood. He wanted to see Paul rot in jail.

  So far, he’d been expelled from school and was being kept under strict control by his family. They weren’t defending his actions, but took matters into their own hands. And with the stain he’d put on the family’s image, they weren’t likely to take their eyes off him for decades to come.

  But he wasn’t going to rot in jail, they all knew that. He might even get off with a little community service. Not only because of his family’s connections — though, they were now operating without the assistance of John’s firm — but mostly because there was nothing else on him.

  There had been a thorough police investigation. John and James also had their investigators looking into it. And while they could all agree that Paul was an arrogant prick, used to getting his ways, they hadn’t found anything suggesting that he had done anything similar or worse to anyone.

  That had been it for Katherine. She wasn’t out for revenge, but relieved that no one else had gotten hurt. She wanted to put it all behind her, let the justice system do its thing, and move on with her life.

  And seeing how great she was doing, James got onboard.

  But John? Not so much.

  He was worried she might be traumatized, and became overly protective of Katherine. Treated her like a porcelain doll, and agreed to everything she said.

  It was creeping her out.

  She knew it all stemmed from residual guilt, but wanted him to get over it, and move on too. So, she’d spent a lot of time with him, doing things together, trying to make him see she was fine. She’d even resorted to messing with him a little, here and there, but it had all gone over his head.

  That was until the day he received the package.

  At one point, Katherine had signed them up for a marathon, and even though John wasn’t much of a runner — he was more of a weights kind of guy — he’d agreed to it and they had begun their training.

  That on its own hadn’t changed much, but then Katherine decided to go shopping for matching running outfits.

  Pink, all pink, from top to toe.

  The look on John’s face when he opened the package was priceless. First the horror, as he realized he would actually have to wear the thing, and then he finally got it, and burst out laughing. He laughed so hard, tears were streaming down his face.

  “You’re still a brat deep down, aren’t you?” He’d said.

  “That’s what I’ve been trying to show you,” she’d told him.

  James got up from his chair and headed for the door, opening it just as they reached the front stoop.

  “I think we’re making great progress. Maybe we should set our goal even higher. You know, aim for a better time,” Katherine said.

  “Not a chance, sweetheart. I make it through this alive, it’ll be a miracle,” John said, wiping sweat of his forehead.

  Katherine winked at James, “I’m just messing with him,” she said, coming towards him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him before heading inside.

  “Hey man,” John said following her, in his pink outfit.

  “You look ridiculous,” James said trying not to laugh.

  “Yeah,” he said, his smile revealing that he didn’t mind at all.

  “Oh, I missed her,” Katherine said, her eyes on the boxes her friend had just delivered. Opening one of them, her eyes lit up, and her lips curled into a smile. She went over to John, “Great run, dad. See you later,” she said, giving him a peck on the cheek.

  “See you later, sweetheart,” he said.

  As she passed James, on her way back to the boxes, she whispered, “Don’t be long. You are going to love this.” She gave him a wink, picked up the box she’d just opened and headed upstairs.

  James kept his eyes on her until she was out of sight. “I’m going to marry her,” he said as images of her swollen with his child flicked thorough his mind.

  He looked over at John who nodded. “Yes, I suspect you are.” He gestured towards the remaining boxes. “Is this the last of it?”

  “Yeah, her friend just dropped them off. She’s all moved in now,” James told him with great satisfaction in his voice.

  “Which friend?” John asked.

  “Oh, from the sorority house, her name was…um…it’s on the tip of my tongue,” he said trying to remember.

  “Was she…pretty? shy, sweet? really pretty?” John asked.

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bsp; “Um…I suppose.” James looked at John curiously.

  “Penny….it was Penny,” John said, avoiding eye contact.

  “Right, Penny. Nice girl.”

  “Yeah,” John agreed. Then, seeing the knowing look on James’ face, he changed the subject completely.

  They talked for a little while before saying their goodbyes, and James headed upstairs looking for Katherine.

  He stepped into the bedroom calling, “What’s this thing I’m going to love so much?”

  “Give me a minute,” she called from the walk-in closet. “Oh, and take a seat.”

  “Okay,” he said. Wondering what she was up to, but doing as she asked, he sat down on the edge of the bed, and suddenly, music started playing.

  “Remember I told you I might show you sometime?” she said stepping into the bedroom.

  “Sweet Jesus,” he muttered.

  She was wearing her stripper outfit. An angel costume — a black angel — one of the wings slightly bent, probably from her fall. Nevertheless, it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen, and he was incredibly relieved that she never made it on that stage.

  “A fallen angel,” he said.

  “Yeah, literally.” She glanced at the crooked wing and bit her lip.

  He wanted her so fucking bad, he couldn’t contain the strangled sound that escaped him.

  She began dancing, swaying her hips to the music as she came towards him. With every step she took, his need for her grew until he was almost dizzy.

  He reached out for her, but she stopped him. “No touching, remember,” she said playfully.

  Groaning, he fisted his hand in the sheets as she continued teasing him. She trailed a hand from his shoulder down to his crotch and began opening his pants, freeing his raging erection.

  She got down on her knees, looked up at him as her tongue snaked out and licked a drop of pre-cum off the head of his cock, moaning as she tasted his arousal.

  He couldn’t take it anymore. Grabbing her around the waist, he lifted her up on the bed so she was straddling him. “Fuck, you are a naughty one,” he said as his hand moved between her thighs. Pulling her panties to the side, he slid his fingers between her lips, finding her wet and ready for him.

  “Hmm…and you like it,” she moaned.

  Growling, he pulled her down his length, burying his cock in her tight pussy. “No, I fucking love it,” he said and took her mouth with his.

  THE END

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