A Little Bit Married

The Last Dinner

The dinner started out quiet, and even Samantha was doing nothing to cause trouble. Gray ate quietly, except for helping me with dishes that were too far out on the table or giving me something he thought I would like. I liked everything he gave me. Not just for their taste, but for the fact that he was giving them to me.

"Are we here to watch this public display of affection, or is there another reason?"

I sighed internally. This was the trouble I had been waiting for, and Aunt Maureen just had to be the one to start it.

Gray didn't reply, but he leaned back, pushing on hand into his hair as he sipped from his glass. A maid came up to refill his glass as he dropped it, but he waved her away, and all of the maids standing around and helping out immediately walked away, leaving just us.

My heart was on overdrive now, and it was honestly worse that I had barely eaten apart from the few bites that I had gotten from Gray.

"There are quite a few reasons we are all gathered here, but I was hoping to have a peaceful dinner. Seems that is not quite your strongest forte, is it?"

"I want to retire to bed," Aunt Maureen said, turning to me. "I have a feeling that whatever you have to say has to do with that woman, and that automatically makes it none of my business."

Gray didn't say anything, but Jeremy, the family lawyer, immediately brought out a briefcase and started to bring out a few files.

He handed one to Aunt Althea, Aunt Maureen, and then Samantha before he sat back down, then cleared his throat.

"What is this?" Samantha asked, looking up to Gray, but Gray still said nothing.

"That is a notice issued by Mr. Gray. It is an order for payment."

"p*****t?"

Gray slowly sat up, then took a slow sip of his wine. I was confused, too. What p*****t?

"For cohabitation. As the house is listed solely under Mr. Gray Gavin's name, including all other properties, he has decided to charge everyone living in this mansion, a monthly wage."

Aunt Maureen turned to Gray, who seemed quite ready for anything. "You are charging me rent for living in my child's house?"

"The only house your child has, Maureen, is six feet under."

"You took them there!"

"It doesn't matter how they got there. They are there now, and this all belongs to me. I will not have you drive me away from my own house because you think you have some sort of right to it. Pay to live here, pay for your own groceries, your own servants, your own utitlies, and stay the f**k away from my wife."

I swallowed, my eyes falling on Aunt Althea. She was saying nothing, and I pitied her. She seemed to be the only one who cared, even for me, and she was now affected by the wrongs of others.

"You could call this... the last dinner," Gray said, his voice low. "But I do not expect to meet anyone here anymore. You are paying only for your rooms, and you are not allowed to use anything else."

"This is unacceptable!"

"Then leave!" Gray said, his voice rising an octave. "f*****g leave if you don't like it."

The room went quiet again. Aunt Maureen was visibly seething, Samantha and Aunt Althea were deathly quiet.

"Think of this as... rent of sorts. And the only rooms I will give are the downstairs rooms. You have one day to move."

Aunt Maureen turned to him, but he didn't budge. I mean, I knew Gray wouldn't forgive the fact that we had to leave the mansion for a few days because of them, but I didn't think he would go all out like this.

"You can go on, Jeremy."

Jeremy cleared his throat, then brought out another file. He handed it to Samantha alone. I turned to her as her brows furrowed, and she looked up to the lawyer.

"What is this for?"

Jeremy cleared his throat. "All of the assets in that file that was earlier put in your name by Mr. Gray has been withdrawn. We need you to sign."

Her eyes widened, and she turned to Gray. "Gray. What are you doing?"

He shrugged. "Taking back my resorts. I remember putting them in your name because I believed we were to be married. Since we are not..."

"Gray, those wete gifts! I told you how much I liked the scenery in Macau and...."

"And why should I be obligated to fu d that lifestyle, Samantha? Why should I be obligated to keep three booming state of the art resorts in your name when my wife happens to have a name, too?"

"You are giving my resorts to her?"

I turned to Gray, my lips parting. I didn't even know he had any resorts, nor did I care for them. He leaned close, his eyes fixed on hers, but his hand gently resting on my thigh.

"No. I am giving my resorts to my wife. Sign them."

"I am not going to..."

"If you don't," Jeremy said, his voice a little irked, but still mostly professional. "We will have to see each other in court."

"Gray," she said, her voice now desperate. "How can you do this?"

"Oh, I am not done," Gray said, then turned to Jeremy again.

Jeremy looked up to Samantha. "The credit cards including a platinum black card issued to you by Mr. Gray are to be immediately recovered. With the reports we have, one of the cards has iver twentu five million in it, and that is the exact amount we are expecting to get back. They were conditional gifts with papers to prove them, and since the conditions have not been met, they will all be retrieved."

Samantha immediately went pale, and I almost felt bad for her. Flashbacks of everything she had done, however, stopped me, and I turned away, my eyes searching Gray's. He was neutral, but when his eyes met mine, they softened a bit, and he squeezed my thigh.

It helped reassure me, and I turned away again, my body heating up from the point where he was touching me to literally everywhere.

"Gray, please. Not the credit cards. Please. How do you want me to survive? How do you want me to pay rent? How do you..."

"Move out," he said simply. "Sign the papers. I have more."

At this point, I wasn't sure what else he would be taking from her. The table was deathly silent except for Samantha's whimper. Her mascara was running down her cheeks, and she looked like a nightmare. I don't think she anticipated any of this happening because of the soft spot Gray probably had for her.

I did wonder if he would have done this had I not been here.

She quietly signed the papers, and Jeremy collected it, checked everything, and then handed the papers back to Gray. Gray looked them over before handing them back.

"And then the last thing," Jeremy said, his eyes still on Samantha. I honestly don't think Samantha would be able to take anymore, but Gray didn't seem like he cared in the very least. "My client, Mr. Gray Gavin will be pressing charges against you for the following: assaulting Mrs. Evangeline Gray Gavin, breaking into their hotel room and stealing valuable property smounting tp up to thirty thousand dollars, and trying to take advantage of him in his sleep. I would advise you to get a lawyer."