Parsons that he should give all his money to his wife, but he thinks I'm crazy." I do too. Why should he give her his money, especially if she already...has so much?" I don't know. It was an idea I had. He could show her she's more important to him than his money is." Would you do that for me, Kenny? Give me your money to show me that?" You mean what I have now, or if I had twenty two million?" Twenty two million. What do you have now, fifty dollars?" About that, maybe a little bit more. It's the. I dont like her over you Cayla I said, turning back toward her to look at her. She was about to say well. But I covered her mouth and spoke again. Im in love with her. Youre still my best friend. But shes my Love. And your not going to change that I said slowly, I think I smirked, but I didnt mean to. Watch me Cayla replied winking. She tiptoed up to kiss me, and this time reached. It was different to kissing Nikkie, with Nikkie it was passionate and meant something. With Cayla, it was rash and. Her expressive little face open and happy."Where are you taking me, Gavin?" Home. To my condo up there in the Mews."She looked around, wide eyed, as we stepped through the door."Hey, this is pretty fancy," she exclaimed.She darted over to a painting to peer closely at it."Wow, French impressionist. Is it real?"She bent to read the brass label."Hungry, Marly?" I swatted her butt lightly. She swiveled her hips, offering the other cheek. I obliged her."Whatcha got?" she grinned, putting a sparkly. When I pulled my cock out of her throat she coughed in-between each desperate breath she took. I yanked her head back and admired the mess that her face had become. The lipstick she had carefully applied had smeared and faded across her lips, chin and the sides of her mouth. Her mascara had bled out and formed meandering streaks that followed the tracks of her tears down her cheeks and the corner of her eyes.“Now you’re fucking beautiful,” I grinned down at her. With a turn of my wrist I.