Owning Her| OLD

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Grayson

Two years later

Sicily sat at the table eating her cereal. She was on her phone watching something on Netflix. I opened the fridge and got a water bottle out.

"Sicily," I called.

"Master?"

"I'm going on a run, I will be back in an hour," I said.

"Okay, can I have a kiss please?" She asked.

I walked over to her and placed a kiss on her lips. She smiles and goes back to watching her show and I leave the penthouse. I made my way down to the lobby.

I headed towards Central Park and listened to the noise sounds of New York. I moved to New York a year ago and I finally got used to be being here. I couldn't live in LA when she was all around the house. I needed a new change around me and so I moved here. I opened up two more clubs while being here.

Elijah stayed in LA to keep teaching and he ran the club in LA. We speak here and there, but not as much as we used to. We know the reason for the rift, but we don't speak about it. We occasionally check in with Solana make sure she's okay.

We send her money every month and she insist we stop. We send her more than she needs, but we try to make sure she lives as comfortable as possible. Elijah or I would fly out and check on her. We stopped asking about her, because we didn't think she was coming back. It's been two years and not even a single word from her.

I walked into the park and tried to clear my mind of her. It's been two years and yet I still worry about her. I may have a new sub, but she still lingers. I have had plenty more of submissive and slaves and yet I still think about her. It could be five years and I would still think about her.

I started to jog around the park and distracted my mind. I needed to go to the club today and Sicily likes to go. She likes to be watched by others when being punished or rewarded. She doesn't mind if other touch her as well, long as I have given her permission. I liked Sicily, she isn't to clingy. She's always behaves herself and listens to me. She liked to be marked.

I bumped into someone and she starts to curse. A sound of a baby starts crying and I apologized. I didn't even see her.

"Are you blind?" She scowls.

I look at her and she had brown her eyes. They were big and innocent. Her eyebrows were shaped perfectly and not a hair was out of place. She had big pouty lips and I looked back up at her.

"Iris."

"Grayson."

We said each other's names at the same time. She  looked down at the crying baby and it was a newborn. She had a baby? She took the baby out of the stroller. She got a toy and dangled it in the babies face.

"You have a baby now?" I ask.

"No, it's my friends baby. She just needs help taking care of him and I offered to," she explains.

The baby stops crying and she puts him back in stroller. She gives him the toy and I take in her body. She had gained weight, but it suited her. She was wearing a wig, because her hair was ginger and flowed down her back. She was wearing a gym set. A black sports bra and black shorts. She shouldn't be out here wearing such and outfit. She looked healthier and happier.

"How have you been?" I asked.

"Good, What about you?"

"I have been better," she nods.

"I can see you look..."

"Sober, I know. Four months," she smiles.

"That's good, it's just you haven't called your mom," I stated.