Sugary Goodness 24. The Questions

I decided to go with grandmother back to her suite when she invited me for a talk. She was pouring me a glass of wine, but I took a bottle of whiskey instead and she let me be. She handed me the glass and took a seat next to me on the couch.

"God Gary... maybe I should've told you about this earlier. I felt so relieved now, I had spent years trying to distance myself from you and your family. The dark past, the feud, all the family quarrels, was very upsetting for all of us. Your grandfather had died from a massive stroke because he was shocked at the fact that his only daughter had left him." She said to me while fiddling with her wine glass.

"I loved your mother, but I did blame her for taking away the one person that I ever love, and she had made me a very bitter old woman. I can't even look at your face without being reminded of her." She put her wine down and sighed then looked at me.

"So, you want to know who's your biological father?" She asked as she was trying to comfort me, by taking my hand in hers and rubbing it with her other one. I smirked at her, as we both know that this was the closest we had ever been in my entire life.

"No, I don't think I'm ready to face the fact that my rapist biological father had made me a bastard, and made our entire family fall apart." I sighed, as I took a big gulp of the whiskey.

"I really don't want you to know about this ever. But I know someday you will know, at least until I'm dead. I think your biological father had been waiting patiently until one day that I'm gone, and then he will finally find out who inherit my money, your family's fortune. But you had your mother's feature, I don't think he realizes it. But you had his talent of boxing." She told me as she sipped her wine again.

I was suddenly feeling drained like my insides just dropped down to the floor. It twisted me, agonizingly hurting my chest. I finally wiped my face with my palm roughly, getting rid of my fucking tears.

He also had to ruin the only thing I fucking love... boxing.

That finally break me, I was livid that she was defending herself. Saying she lost grandfather, but I had lost my goddamn self. I didn't even know who the fuck I truly am, besides that, I was the freaking son of a rapist that loves boxing.

"You... you're the grown-up. You should have fucking fix this and not leave me in the dark for years and even decades. I'm a fucking bastard child, now I know why mom would look at me differently. Why she would spat harshly at me and only me, every time she had her fucking breakdown. She never hit me, but the look she would give me...now I know why. I was the reminder of her being raped. The bastard son. Yeah....I'm a fuck up because you can't be the grown-up and explain the truth." I got up and poured more whiskey to my glass and drink it, it burned my throat, but the bitter the taste and heat were welcomed, as I was trying to numb my feelings.

"Maybe I shouldn't even ask. You know what? Forget I asked, I want to fucking forget about all of this. You...my dearest grandmother, you can take back all the burden and be the old bitter woman that you enjoy being. I'm not going to get sucked in into your pathetic life. I'm the fucking bastard, I'm going to do what I fucking want with my life. And I won't include my dearest grandmother." I put down the empty glass with a harsh force when she gasped, she was not expecting that I would be furious at her.

"Gary...."

"NO, don't! you had sealed my fate when you decide to keep me in the dark. You had molded me into the man that I am now. So, thank you, grandmother." I slammed her door, took the elevator and walked straight to the hotel bar, and drowned myself in more whiskey.

I didn't even know how it happened, but hours later I was being escorted back to Megan's suite. She opened the door for me in her sexy black robe. She thanked and tipped the hotel guy that escorted me back. He gave her a big smile and an appreciative look to her body, making me glared at him and close the door and leave him outside.

"Megan, my love...you shouldn't open your door with that thing. It's so fucking flimsy and sees trough. I can see your tits and the outline of your ass." I grabbed her and pushed her flat to the wall.

I kissed her hard and rough, she was moaning my name seconds later. "Love, I think I'm too fucking drunk for this. But I need you so much, so fucking much..."

She didn't say anything, she just let me use her body and let out my feelings. As she unties her robe and let it fall down and reveal her sexy body. She helps me with my tux and stripped me naked, then she was on her knees and fucking me with her beautiful lips. I groaned hard and I started to plant my hands to the wall, while she was deep throating me.

"Fuckkk! Megan...that was..." I pulled her up and started kissing her, I tugged her hair back making her moan harder, as I licked and sucked her neck.

Then I carried her to the bedroom, and fuck her over and over again. Until we were both sated, then I could feel as she pulled the comforter, and snuggled in closer to me. That night I was certain, that I had fallen in love with her. She didn't ask me any questions, she just took my worthless self and care for me.

That night I told her that I love her, as I was drifting off to sleep.

"I know ...me too, ssh...sleep now. I'll take care of you..."