My Little Farm Girl

I changed direction and sat her on the toilet while I ran her a cool bath and stripped her. “Sit here for a little bit baby while I make a call.”

Who the fuck was I supposed to call, her mother? No, as stupid as it sounds I wanted someone closer, I couldn’t call my assistant because she didn’t know Kitten. Robyn.

“Mr. O’Rourke?”

“Robyn, I need your help, uh, shit, fuck, it’s Kitten, Gabriella, she has her uh, and she doesn’t have any of those things and she’s in pain.”

“Wait what, start from the beginning.”

“I went through the same spiel and this time she seemed to get it because her next words to me were, ‘I’ll run to the pharmacy and be right there just tell the doorman to let me in.”

“Thank you I owe you one.” I went back to her and she was asleep in the tub with her legs up and the water running. It was much warmer than I’d made it. I guess the heat was good for her cramps.

She started groaning again and I wanted to snatch her up and head to the nearest emergency room. I had no experience with this shit. I wasn’t in the habit of entertaining women on their periods for fuck sake.

“Baby?” She turned red bloodshot eyes to and she looked so sad in that moment I think I felt a tear in my heart. “Oh baby, come here.” I pulled her into my chest probably destroying my suit in the process but who cares?

“Robyn’s on her way over with what you need. Baby why didn’t you call me when this first started?”

“It wasn’t twelve thirty sir.”

“It wasn’t…hey, look at me, you do not have to wait until twelve thirty to call me, especially not if you’re in pain and writhing around on the bathroom floor.”

“I didn’t want to bother you, this always happens only this time it seems a little worst than usual.”

Maybe because I’ve been fucking the shit out of you for the past week or so, probably knocked something off center or some shit. Later for that I had to deal with her new brand of fuckery.

“Do you understand this relationship at all Gabriella?” Don’t get pissed at her now Callan that’s fucked. Yeah well she shouldn’t say stupid shit. She looked at me with the sad face and I almost caved.

“What the fuck do you think I am? You think I brought you here just to fuck you, to have a plaything at my beck and call? That contract I had you sign did you not notice that it listed my part in this deal as well? Which part of that shit gave you the idea that you’d be bothering me if you were sick and needed me?”

“I didn’t mean it like that I just meant…”

“I’ll let you off the hook because I know your shit is all out of whack about now, but please don’t be stupid in the future. Now tell me what I need to do for you.”

“Well momma usually gets me the hot water bottle for the first day and then sometimes if it’s really bad I might take some pills. Daddy always jokes he’s gonna give us horse tranquilizers because momma has the same problem and he says we get ornery and makes a man’s life miserable. But I won’t be any trouble I promise.”

She tacked on that last bit in a hurry like she expected me to pack her off somewhere until she stopped bleeding. I just glared at her and ignored her while calling Robyn to grab a hot water bottle at the pharmacy.

Half an hour later Robyn showed up and I was kicked out of my own bathroom. I hung around outside the door listening to what the fuck was going on to be sure she wasn’t keeping anything back from me, I’m gonna have to deal with her little ass about keeping shit from me.

All in all it seemed she’d told me all there was to know. It seems with the new career and the monumental change of having a man in her life not to mention having sex for the firs time, the time had gotten away from her and her period wasn’t even on her mind.

I sat in my study while the two of them went to her old bedroom and did whatever ritual women did around this time. I was a little disappointed when it finally sunk in that she wasn’t pregnant. We had plenty of time but I was really hoping, I’m greedy that way.

When an hour went by and there was still no sign of movement from in there I decided to brave it. Robyn had kicked off her shoes and the two of them were curled up watching movies and eating what looked like a mountain of junk which I wouldn’t have let her have in a million years.

“Kill the glare lights boss, I’m the one eating the junk she didn’t have any, just a piece of chocolate, though I have to tell you, this time of the month a girl needs her junk.”

“Do you want to have that stuff Kitten?” She looked at the bags of crap that was spread out in the middle of the bed between them before shaking her head at me. She was lying out her ass but I decided not to call her on it.