Don't Look Down (page 9)
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Justine was in the middle of cooking some dinner for herself, when she heard the front door open and she wondered if perhaps Gordon had returned home early tonight. She glanced up as Krista walked into the kitchen, she felt her heart sink a little.
“Hey, welcome back,” Justine smiled at her despite the disappointment, “how was it?”
“Oh it was just what I needed,” Krista smiled back, “I missed Gordon so much, I can’t wait to see him.”
Justine took baby David from Krista’s arms after switching off the stove.
“Why don’t you get settled in and have a break while I put the little ones to bed?” Justine suggested, stepping back into her role as the children’s nanny.
“Thank you,” Krista sighed with relief, nodding and heading into the living room to relax.
Justine took Savannah by the hand and went off to get her and little David to bed, she knew it was too good to last but at least she’d been able to have something with Gordon, which is more than what most people could say. She reflected on their time together and smiled dreamily, glad that Savannah was so well behaved and did not argue when she got into her cot. Gordon and Krista were fine parents, especially for a couple of first timers, they were naturals. Given poor little Savannah’s worrisome beginnings, she was the picture of health now and such a happy little girl, too. Little David was definitely not wanting for anything either, they had nothing to fear from Justine, for whenever she looked at their sweet, little faces; she just knew that no matter how much she wanted Gordon for herself - she simply could not break up this beautiful family. If there hadn’t been children involved, she would have absolutely tried her best to perhaps steal his heart but it just wasn’t meant to be.
After the little ones were sleeping, Justine ventured back down into the kitchen to finish making her dinner. She poked her head around the corner of the living room door to ask if Krista might like to join her, but she found the poor woman in tears. She hurried in and sat beside Krista on the sofa, immediately placing her arms around her.
“Krista, what’s happened?” Justine asked her, “what’s wrong?”
She felt her heart racing madly, what if Krista had enjoyed herself so much that she was thinking of leaving after all? Gordon would be devastated! Krista turned towards Justine and hugged her back, trying to stifle her sobs.
“I just feel like such a terrible person!” Krista said quietly, sniffling and grabbing some tissues, “I hope you took good care of Gordon while I was away being selfish.. “
“Oh Krista.. “ Justine rubbed her arm comfortingly, “you weren’t being selfish at all, you have to look after yourself, too.”
“I know,” Krista nodded, “but I just feel so bad about it, how did Gordon cope?”
“He has been really good,” Justine reassured her, “he really misses you but he’s doing well, I’m taking really good care of him, I promise.”
Krista smiled a little more easily now and she exhaled, relaxing somewhat.
“I’m really glad to hear that,” Krista sighed, “I thought he might get depressed and start drinking.. “
“Don’t worry,” Justine smiled back at her, “I kept him busy enough, he didn’t have time to drink more than a small glass.”
“I’m so glad you’re here,” Krista enthused, “I could never have just left him here alone without panicking every five minutes. I just knew that somehow, you’d be able to fill in for me.”
Justine tried hard not to look smug, for she had indeed filled in for Krista, in every possible way she could think of. The front door suddenly burst open and Krista stood up with a startle, her heart thumping in her chest. Gordon had seen her car in the driveway and was keen to see her, he threw down his keys onto the table and looked around, trying to contain his excitement so as not to awaken the little ones.
“Krista?” Gordon called her name as loudly as he dared to, keeping his voice down.
“In here,” Krista softly called back and within seconds they were in each other’s arms.
Gordon felt every ounce of tension and anxiety just melt away as she wrapped her arms around him and squeezed, Krista felt tears welling up into her eyes as her own body was embraced by his loving arms and she once again felt safe, secure and loved. Justine had to smile, she really couldn’t help it and her feelings of jealousy just set themselves aside. She slipped quietly back out to the kitchen, it felt good to have Krista home again, she could just sense Gordon’s relief and affection as it flowed through the entire room in just those few moments.
“I should never have left,” Krista whispered, burying her face into his broad, muscular chest, how she’d missed it so. Gordon hugged her more tightly, there simply was no question of his intense love for her, so now what of Justine? Would he just ignore her?
It was past eleven at night when Justine was done eating and now soaked in the hot tub, relaxing with her eyes closed and nearly falling asleep. She looked up as the door slowly opened and she smiled as Gordon walked in, buck naked, squinting into the light of the bathroom and stumbling as though he’d just woken up from a deep sleep.
“Gordon,” Justine said softly, “what’re you doing up?”
He knelt down beside the tub and leaned in, kissing with her. She readily responded, feeling his hand under the water to run along her thigh, up over her stomach and coming to grasp and fondle her breasts while they made out. He withdrew slowly, leaving her in a haze.
“G’nite,” he whispered, silently leaving the bathroom and Justine sighed and smiled. She held no doubts now that he wasn’t going to just behave indifferently towards her, the feeling of guilt for even questioning this crept into her at that moment but it was short lived because she was still happy and on a high from his goodnight kiss. Gordon got back into bed and fell straight back to sleep, Krista was so tired, she hadn’t even woken when he’d left.
*
The next few weeks were smooth enough, Gordon was excited to have his family home and it showed through at work, much to the dismay of the Hell’s Kitchen directors, who were looking for more angry outbursts to showcase than what Gordon was offering to them. Krista was relaxed and happier and thus more tolerant of his fussing whenever he got home and sought to cuddle with her or spend time with his little ones. Justine easily fell back into her job as the children’s nanny and she found that Krista and herself got along a lot better now that Krista had taken some time to herself and there was a lack of jealousy due to the fact that Gordon would always make sure neither of them felt left out or forgotten. Naturally polite, he wouldn’t leave anyone out of a conversation and during cuddles on the sofa with Krista, Justine would be busy doing her jobs anyway. Krista would go off to do some grocery shopping, leaving Justine and Gordon alone sometimes if she took one or both of the children.
This made for plenty of time spent together, often talking while heavily petting but he never would ever finish inside of her if they did copulate at all. She understood though, he’d been there once before and he’d learned his lesson the harshest way possible, he wasn’t about to make that error again. Visits and playdates at the park or some other interesting and exciting place were commonplace now, more often than not, David and Iman would accompany Gordon and Krista, keen for their kids to have some companionship together and for them to all keep in touch in general. Gordon confided in David about his affair with Justine, it was met with disapproval but a vow of silence just the same and Gordon appreciated this very much. David gently warned him that Justine had his balls in a vice, but Gordon was convinced that she’d never use it against him.
The finale of Hell’s Kitchen was fast approaching, it was a big night and Gordon was keen to show off his little family during the celebrations but this was where the harmonious atmosphere at their home was suddenly shattered. Krista was not so eager to have her baby on camera for the entire world to see, Gordon was very sociable and often snapped his wife and children on camera to put onto his social media outlets such as facebook and twitter. He loved the attention and publicity it offered to him, but Krista simply didn’t share his outgoing views. She liked the way David and Iman kept their daughter’s face out of the public eye, her privacy was paramount to the more introverted couple and Krista wanted to do the same with her little ones.
Justine was not able to really judge one way or the other, she really didn’t see either one of them as being right or wrong and she wisely kept out of it. Frustrated, Gordon would walk away from the heated arguments and leave Krista shaking from the fear that he might shout at her like he had done once before but he never did, always managing to stop himself and take a breather before he could reach that point. As the day loomed closer and closer, the fighting about whether the children would be attending the show grew more intense but in the end, Krista had her way and Gordon was forced to relent.
A compromise was made afterwards, they could go but would remain behind the scenes and not on display for all to see. Low-key, no great fuss and Gordon agreed, the fight was finally over and Justine was glad of it because when Gordon was fighting with Krista, it made for a very unhappy and awkward household atmosphere BUT it also made him angry and rough when they got to be alone together and that was just about the only good thing to ever come of the whole situation.
Funnily enough, the last two competitors of the Hell’s Kitchen season finale were Rick and Simone. The odds of that happening were unreal, but there it was. The stakes were high, Gordon was on edge more than ever before due to Simone’s habit of flirting with him and he was hesitant to get too close to her in case she tried anything foolish. There would be eyes everywhere, more cameras and photographers than what had currently been in place, nothing would go unnoticed on the biggest day of the season and he couldn’t afford for anything to go wrong. Everyone was there, including David and Iman.
The fact that these two were present did a lot to calm Gordon’s nerves, David was just so much like a father to Gordon that he sometimes actually called him ‘dad’ but if it bothered the rock star any, he never made it known to Gordon at all. Throughout the entire day, it was a combination of things that helped Gordon maintain his cool. Krista’s presence along with Justine and his two children, David’s grins and reassuring shoulder squeezes whenever he got the chance, Iman and little Alexandria in the wings with Gordon’s family, but it was Simone who was undoing it all with her tendency to try and get Gordon’s attention when she thought it was safe enough to do so. He really wished she’d take it more seriously, this was it, win or lose, there was no second chance to be fought for now.
“So what’s happening once this is all over?” David asked Gordon during a break.
“A week off,” Gordon replied, taking a breather, “then it’s time to get down to making arrangements for Hotel Hell.”
“You’ve done that once before, right?” David asked innocently.
“Oh don’t give me that bollocks!” Gordon called him out amusedly, “you’ve watched every episode.. “
“Yeah I have,” David smirked, “you know the screensaver on my laptop is a screenshot of your backside in the shower.. “
“I’ll fucking bet it is,” Gordon laughed with him, though they both knew it wasn’t true.
It was David’s flirty sense of humor that was winning the day for Gordon, it kept him down to Earth and made him feel more playful rather than all serious business and this resulted in a much more relaxed atmosphere despite the fierce competition. This in turn helped Rick and Simone to stay calm and not make many mistakes, taking deep breaths to try and stop their hands from shaking right up until the last reveal. They each had their hands upon the door handles, their hearts thumping like mad and Gordon stood behind them, ready to give them permission to try their doors. Whoever had the unlocked door, was the winner of Hell’s Kitchen and Simone closed her eyes, putting her head down and whispering pleas over and over for her door to open.
“Simone, Rick.. “ Gordon started their hearts pounding all over again, “good luck.. “
They both thanked him shakily, gripping their door handles tight.
“You can open your door.. “ Gordon paused for effect, “..now!”
There was a huge celebration as one door opened and Simone stepped out, her hands suddenly over her face as she broke down into relieved and happy tears. The rest was so surreal to her, she couldn’t believe she’d won but since their last encounter that night a few weeks back, she had behaved herself rather well and really picked up her game from then on. Gordon struggled to find fault with her in the kitchen, his only problem being with her flirting but that had become minimal to almost non existent in the lead up to this day. Simone had wanted to win at any cost, she thought that flirting with Gordon would get her somewhere but it only got her in trouble, so she’d won today due to her own merits and skills and it felt really good to win honestly and without cheating.
There was an after party for everyone, including the families of the contestants and then there was another one after that, just for Gordon and his friends and family. It was held on Gordon’s yacht and it was a generally calm and relaxed atmosphere now that the event was over and it was time to kick back and enjoy themselves for a while. There was plenty of alcohol around, so the little ones were sent home with their nannies, since it was getting late by now anyway. Justine was happy to do this, she’d had a long day and the thought of putting the children to bed and getting some sleep herself was just what she needed.
Krista and Gordon sat with David and Iman, drinking and laughing and just generally behaving like a group of teenagers on spring break. But then, so was everyone else and it was a lot of fun. Gordon was crept up on and doused with a beer keg, soaking him from head to toe and luckily it was a warm night or he might have got sick from the chill. It was all in fun and jest, so he took it well and he was intoxicated anyway by that point. He put his arm around Lucas, who was also drunk and he leaned in close to Gordon, sucking the dripping beer from the chef’s neck. It made Gordon blush and laugh, pushing him away but nobody really took it to heart, they were all good friends here..
Krista smiled as Gordon’s friends gathered around him and made him relax and laugh, she was content to be there among all of their mutuals and non mutuals alike. She knew better than to get jealous of drunken shenanigans, as long as it didn’t go too far. She found it cute how Lucas would keep cuddling up to Gordon but after a while, it started to bother her because Gordon was starting to look less amused and more uncomfortable as the evening wore on. Lucas was constantly whispering things into Gordon’s ear, resulting in gentle shoves away from the increasingly embarrassed chef but Lucas simply wasn’t seeming to take the hint.
Eventually, Gordon just gave up, he wasn’t fighting it anymore and Lucas started kissing his neck, trying to rub his thigh and get him to wake up a bit and snap out of it.
“Lucas!” Krista called over, “leave him alone!”
Lucas glanced her way, a smile on his face as he pulled Gordon closer once more.
“We’re just kidding around,” Lucas promised her, “aren’t we?”
Gordon rested his head on Lucas’ shoulder, his eyes closing of their own accord by now, he was exhausted.
“Oh dear,” Krista stood up and approached the two males, “would you help me get him down below?”
“Sure thing,” Lucas agreed, unbuckling Gordon’s belt eagerly, until Krista stopped him.
“That’s not what I meant,” she scolded him firmly, “help me get him downstairs, he needs to sleep it off.”
“Oh!” Lucas laughed, “sorry Krista.. I meant no harm, we go a long way back, him and me.”
“He’s drunk,” David wandered over, “and so are you.. That means no consent, go on, move over.. Here, let me help.”
Krista was relieved and Lucas just sat back in his chair, watching the world spin as David helped Krista to move Gordon to the below deck. There was a bedroom that he could rest in, the bed was big and comfortable and she hoped he wouldn’t throw up all over it later when he awoke.
“Thanks David,” Krista sighed with relief.
“Try not to worry,” David reassured her, “I think everyone’s about the same right now.”
It was almost accurate, just about everybody was either drunk or on the verge of passing out at this hour. Except David and Iman, they weren’t very heavy drinkers at all and simply enjoyed the gathering of friends and family without feeling the urge to overdo it. Krista was watching her own drinks intake, making sure she was alright to get them both home but it looked as though she and Gordon would be spending tonight onboard the yacht.
“David.. “ Krista spoke slowly, uncertain as to whether this was appropriate or not to ask right now, “is um, is Gordon.. You know?”
David looked at her questioningly for a moment or two, not quite following her.
“Sorry?” he wondered, “is he what?”
Krista blushed, looking at her passed out husband on the bed.
“I mean, does he enjoy attention from.. from men and women the same?” Krista tried again, not wanting to make David feel uncomfortable.
“Oh.. “ David caught on, “well, I think perhaps that’s a question you need to ask him, love - Not me.”
Krista nodded, feeling really self conscious just then.
“I’m sorry,” Krista apologized quickly, “that was inappropriate.”
David just smiled warmly at her.
“It’s alright,” he reassured her, “I know why you asked me of all people, but you’re on the right track. Just.. Be careful, alright?”
He winked at her and left to return to his wife’s arms, Krista sighed and sat down on the end of the bed. She didn’t want to just leave him down there alone, but he was unconscious and there were still guests to entertain, so she reluctantly got up and went back upstairs to make sure everybody had a good time and eventually got off the yacht safe and sound. When she was certain it was just her, she cleaned up and went below deck to check on Gordon. But he wasn’t alone and Krista quirked a brow at the scene she found there on the bed, Gordon was stripped down to his briefs and Lucas lay on the floor, up against the wall with blood coming from his nose. Krista shook her head, she could guess what had happened here and she knelt down to make sure Lucas was alright.
“I guess there’s a time and a place for this sort of thing,” Krista told the dazed man, as she helped him to his feet, “this is neither one of them, I’ll call you a cab okay?”
Lucas nodded and she soon had him in a taxi, then she returned to Gordon’s side and lay down with him, smiling proudly as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
But was it okay, really?
How did she feel about this?
What would Gordon tell her if she confronted him?
*
Things were back to normal by lunchtime the next day, Gordon was buzzing around in the kitchen and Justine was bringing the children to the dining room to eat after helping Savannah to wash up. Krista took little David to feed him in the living room, where Gordon brought her a plate when he’d finished making lunch for them all.
“Gordon,” Krista looked up at him as he set the plate down in front of her, “can I talk to you about last night?”
Gordon sat down across from her and nodded for her to continue.
“Of course,” he consented more clearly, “what’s wrong?”
Krista did not want to upset him, so she tried to choose her words carefully.
“I was just wondering about Lucas,” she said slowly, meeting his gaze to try to gauge his reaction, “and.. and you.”
Gordon sat back a little, he really didn’t like where this was going just now.
“Can we not?” Gordon spoke firmly.
“I’m just curious,” Krista pressed him, deflated by his clear and obvious reluctance to even talk about this with her, his wife.
Didn’t it mean anything to him that they shared everything except this? He remained silent, eyes averted and head turned away from her. Krista sighed softly, if he was unsatisfied and unhappy with their marriage, it made her feel terrible to be responsible for that. She really needed to know his true feelings, to have it all out in the open and let there be no secrets between them.
“I just need to know that you’re happy,” Krista prompted him. His following frown and puzzled expression when he looked back at her just made her wonder more, did he even understand what she was trying to say?
“Krista, if I were any happier with you I’d fucking burst,” Gordon told her outright, “why can’t you see that?”
He felt disappointed with himself for not showing her enough affection, for making her question his love for her. She could see him taking this conversation as a failure on his part and it bothered her, because he hadn’t failed her at all but she wasn’t quite sure how to bring the topic out of the hole it had sunken into.
“It’s just a simple yes or no,” Krista tried the direct approach.
“Followed by more questions,” Gordon countered, showing further reluctance to have this talk right now. She backed down, just because David wouldn’t talk with her about it, perhaps some of Gordon’s other friends could fill her in without her needing to make Gordon uncomfortable in the meantime. But would they kiss and tell?
He certainly wasn’t.
Gordon sensed that she was done and stood up, but he didn’t go to the kitchen and instead headed out the front door.
“Gordon!” Krista called after him.
“I need some air,” he said grumpily, slamming the door shut as he stepped outside. Justine slowly walked into the living room, seating herself where Gordon had just been sitting a moment ago.
“I couldn’t help but overhear,” Justine said apologetically. Krista leaned back and kept nursing little David, making sure he was feeding comfortably.
“What do you think then?” Krista wondered.
“I don’t think it matters much,” Justine shrugged, “the point is he comes home, right?”
Krista nodded, but it wasn’t as simple as all that.
“Why does he hide it?” she asked with a frown.
“Maybe he’s ashamed,” Justine replied gently, “some guys are just like that. He loves you so much, Krista. Every time you two have a fight, I can see his heart breaking in two.”
“Don’t you think I know that?” Krista demanded, “of course he loves me, I love him too! But if he’s needing something more than I can give him, I want him to know that it’s alright.. I don’t mind.. “
She lowered her gaze.
“There.. are other ways, Krista,” Justine said softly, “just because you’re a woman, doesn’t mean you can’t satisfy that other craving.. “
Krista looked up again and Justine pursed her lips into a knowing sort of smile, then she stood up.
“Think about it,” Justine told her, “use your imagination.”
She walked back to the dining room to make sure Savannah had finished her lunch and Krista thought about what she’d said just now. Of course, Justine was talking about Krista wearing a strap-on but Krista hadn’t taken it quite in that way. She was thinking along a very different line, one that was probably going to erupt into a very uncomfortable conversation at bedtime tonight, despite her very best intentions upon trying to follow Justine’s misguided advice. Both of them meant well, but this was probably going to end in tears anyway.
That night after dinner, Krista went ahead and arranged a special night for her and Gordon to share in and she hoped that he would enjoy it after their bristling conversation earlier on in the day. He’d returned in a better mood, but she could still sense that he was putting a lot of effort into not being upset with her. She couldn’t figure it out and she wanted him to open up and just tell her, but he just wouldn’t and so she went ahead without really thinking it through and now she just hoped that it worked out tonight. Gordon entered the bedroom to find it candlelit and smelling of perfume, there were red rose petals everywhere and Krista was reclining on the bed with her skimpiest lingerie on. He relaxed and smiled at her, his eyes softening to that deep azure colour she loved so much.
“What’s all this?” he asked casually, undressing himself in anticipation of a night of physical activity that did not involve wearing any clothing at all.
“Just a little surprise for the most wonderful man in my life,” Krista purred back at him.
She moved aside as he climbed onto the bed, wasting no time in making out with her and ridding her of what little clothing she had on. He quickly kissed down to her neck and she moaned, pushing at his chest before he went too far. Gordon held back and gazed heatedly at her, more than ready to keep going and eager to take her on the bed right now.
“What’s wrong?” he breathed, desire written in his eyes.
“This isn’t the surprise,” she smiled at him and gestured behind him. Gordon furrowed his brow and turned around to see, then he sort of jumped back and looked mortified as he tried to cover Krista over with the sheets.
“What the bloody hell are you doing here?!” Gordon demanded angrily, his face and ears turning bright red with perhaps embarrassment, perhaps rage. Lucas stood naked by the closet door, a rose in his teeth and a quickly diminishing smile on his face as he realized that Gordon was not amused in the least.
“I invited him,” Krista quickly explained, “I thought we could, you know, I mean you two.. I thought.. “
Gordon got up and started putting his clothes back on, Lucas looked rather fearful at this point, convinced that Gordon was going to knock his teeth out.
“Fucking hell,” Gordon cursed angrily.
“Gordon, I wasn’t sleeping with her,” Lucas said hurriedly.
“I invited him here for you,” Krista added to that, worried also of a fight breaking out, “Gordon?”
He just shook his head, stormed out of the bedroom and they sat in silence as they eventually heard his car roar out of the driveway and hurtle down the road. Krista looked at a loss for words and prayed that he slowed down and didn’t hurt himself, she couldn’t understand what she’d done wrong.
“You told me he was into it,” Lucas hissed at her, “what the fuck?”
“I never told him,” Krista admitted, “I wanted it to be a surprise.”
“You what?!” Lucas demanded, “aww man.. Krista! You can’t just do that, it’s got to be mutual!“
He realized what had happened and within five minutes, Krista was left alone with her thoughts. She reached over onto the bedside table and picked up her phone, she could think of nobody else to call.
“Hello, David? I’m sorry about the late hour.. “ she sniffled and tried not to cry.
“What’s happened?” came his sleepy voice from the other end, “are you alright? Should we come over?”
“No.. “ Krista used a tissue to dry her eyes, “I’ve just done something stupid I think.. “
She explained to him what had happened, then asked him what she’d done wrong.
“Oh dear, poor love,” David replied gently, “Krista, you can’t manufacture that sort of situation, love. It happens, but it’s not usually premeditated. I know your heart was in the right place, but all you’ve done is humiliate them both. That’s probably not what you want to hear, where is Gordon right now?”
“He took off in his car,” Krista sniffled again, “really fast, I’m worried about him.. “
She didn’t mean to embarrass them, if only Gordon had explained this to her in the first place, she wouldn’t have misunderstood.
“I don’t understand what went wrong,” Krista sighed.
“Love, I know what you’re going through,” David reassured her, “and I know what he’s going through, believe me. But Krista, if that urge is something you’re worried about.. I can tell you it’s not on his mind every moment of every day. You are.. That other stuff, it might occur to him perhaps once in a few years or so, I promise you, it isn’t a constant problem that you need to address.”
“But Lucas!” Krista tried to argue.
“Lucas was testing the waters,” David explained, “Gordon wasn’t receptive, he struck out, end of story until he tries again. Do you understand now?”
Krista lowered her head, feeling terrible but at least David had explained it in a way that she could finally understand. It wasn’t a habit, it was just a casual thought once in a blue moon that may or may not lead to something happening, depending on the circumstances and who might be around at the time if the mood struck him just right.
“I am such an idiot,” she said to herself with a quiet sob.
“Do you want me to help find him?” David offered and Krista felt her throat constrict and her chest tighten, what if he crashed?
He could be hurt somewhere, or worse..
It was well after midnight by now, Traci and her friend Aimee were at a table in a nightclub when Traci suddenly choked on her drink.
“Are you alright?” Aimee asked her, frowning with concern.
“Yeah,” Traci sputtered and coughed to clear her lungs, “holy fuck, Gordon Ramsay’s just walked right on through the door!”
Aimee pursed her lips, unimpressed.
“I’m so not falling for that one again,” she said to Traci, rolling her eyes, “honestly, get some new material. You’ve already used that one six times today alone!”
They knew he was around, but they couldn’t get anywhere near Hell’s Kitchen, it was far too crowded and security was tight.
“I am not kidding this time!” Traci insisted, “Aimee! Turn the fuck around!”
Aimee lifted her brows and tilted her head, then sat back and folded her arms in defiance.
“Ugh!” Traci took out her phone and snapped a picture as Gordon looked around for a moment, watching him make his way over to the bar. She showed Aimee the picture, Aimee finally turned around and opened her eyes wide.
“He really is!” Aimee breathed, “oh my gosh! What do we do?!”
“I’ll tell you what we don’t do,” Traci said firmly, “we don’t fangirl all over him.. Aimee!”
But her friend had already stood up and was pushing through the crowd of people to get to her favorite chef.
Gordon ordered himself something not too strong, he planned on surviving the drive home and making it back in one piece, it wouldn’t do to make his children suffer just because he was upset with Krista. She had done some almost unforgivable things in the past but this time he wasn’t so sure he could get past it so easily, but he would try. He just needed to understand where she was coming from, what made her do it and how she’d gotten it into her head that it was okay. He was suddenly grabbed by the arm by an excitable woman and he glanced around at her, a little surprised.
“Oh my gosh, you are so gorgeous! I love your leather jacket!” Aimee gushed, “did you bring your bike? Can I go for a ride?”
Traci pulled her back a few feet, clearing the area in case Gordon wanted to get up and leave.
“I am so sorry, Gordon,” Traci apologized for her friend.
“It’s fine,” Gordon smiled at them both, “maybe just warn me next time, uh?”
Traci nodded and nudged Aimee, who was staring and grinning like a cheshire cat.
“Hm? Oh! Right, yes! Sorry!” Aimee apologized, “you’re just the best!”
Gordon laughed quietly, his face burning as they were drawing attention to the fact that he was here and heads began to turn, the whispering and pointing soon started up then and he was worried that he might have to leave after all.
“Aimee, you’re embarrassing him!” Traci hissed, pulling her friend’s arm again before she could lunge forwards, “not to mention yourself and me, too!”
“Aimee, is it?” Gordon leaned forwards a little to hear them better over the music.
“Let go!” Aimee scolded Traci, smiling quickly at Gordon and blushing hotly, “oh God he said my name, he said my name! I love this! Can I please get a picture with you?”
Gordon agreed and Traci reluctantly let her go, making sure to kiss his cheek for the photo and Traci sighed, because Gordon smiled for the picture but he looked a little uncomfortable. She understood and respected the privacy of celebrities, there were times and places they just wanted to be left alone and she got the feeling that this was one of those times. But her friend was the opposite, Aimee believed that if someone was going to become famous, it was their own fault that they had to put up with people like herself.
Gordon was generally polite and indulged his fans whenever he could, but there were times when he did get a little snippy with them and usually only if he was in a rush to be somewhere else or if he was working and didn’t need the distraction.
“I’ll get her out of your way,” Traci offered, reaching for Aimee’s arm once more.
“No, it’s fine really,” Gordon gestured to the two seats beside him, “why don’t you sit down?”
Aimee almost fainted at the offer and sat in the seat closest to him, eager and hyper to talk at him some more. Traci had to stay now, whether she wanted to or not, there was no way she’d be able to drag Aimee away now that Gordon had invited them to stick around. The least she could do was sit down and try to calm her friend down a little, before she annoyed him so much that he felt compelled to leave.
“Would you please just simmer down?!” Traci hissed at her, “is this honestly how you want him to know you?”
“Would you relax?” Aimee spoke quietly back to her, “he totally digs it, or he wouldn’t have asked us to join him.. Besides, all he needs to loosen up is a couple of drinks!”
Traci was about to object, when Gordon shifted his seat closer to them so he could hear them better and talk with them more easily.
Two hours later and everything seemed to be going okay, until Gordon suddenly furrowed his brow.
“This music is shit!” he said firmly, making them both giggle.
“Well,” Aimee leaned closer to him, “we could get outta here.. “
“Aimee!” Traci scolded her in disbelief.
“Alright,” Gordon agreed. Traci’s eyes grew wide.
“Say what?” Traci was in disbelief again, did he just.. ?
“Wait for me!” she suddenly called, as she realized they were headed out the door already. She got up and hurried out after them, shocked to see Aimee’s hand in Gordon’s as they approached his car.
“What the hell?” she muttered to herself, “what’s goin’ on??”
“Aimee! What’re you doing??” Traci called after her friend, hurrying to catch up. Gordon opened the door to his car and pulled on Aimee’s arm, but she resisted and looked actually a little nervous.
“What’s wrong?” Gordon wondered. Traci tugged Aimee away from him, looking him over warily.
“Really?” Traci demanded firmly, “in the back seat of your car? I thought you was classier than that, Gordon.”
“Oh I am,” Gordon smiled at her, “but she isn’t, are you darling?”
Traci’s jaw dropped.
“Don’t talk to her that way!” Traci could not believe her ears.
“It’s alright, Trace,” Aimee giggled now, “I’m really not.. I mean shit, I once licked beer off a coaster when I couldn’t get anybody to buy me a drink!”
“I don’t care!” Traci spoke up in defense of her friend, “you shouldn’t talk that way about her, it’s rude and doesn’t help her to become a better person at all!”
Traci couldn’t understand it, this wasn’t the Gordon Ramsay she thought she knew. Well, to be honest she didn’t actually know him, but he seemed like such a nicer man than this if one looked hard enough. Gordon looked at Aimee, deciding not to respond to Traci, he wouldn’t get what he wanted from her.
“Hop in, come on,” he encouraged the more inclined of two, “do you know how much this car is worth?”
“Oh please Traci?” Aimee begged to be let go, “I’ve always wanted to get into a car like that.. “
“A minute ago he couldn’t get you in,” Traci scolded her, “now I can’t keep you out? What’s going on, Aimee?”
“I just got nervous that’s all,” Aimee answered her quickly, “I’m totally fine now, I swear.”
Traci stared at her, she wasn’t drunk so she knew what she was saying but was it as innocent as all that? She reluctantly let go of Aimee’s wrist and watched her jump into Gordon’s car eagerly.
“Good girl,” Gordon praised her with a grin, turning his attention back to Traci, “we’re going for a spin, are you coming?”
Traci sized him up, trying to remember how many drinks he’d had and weighing them against his physique.
“Are you okay to drive?” Traci lifted a cautious brow, “I ain’t getting in unless you can prove-.. Gordon!”
He was already getting into the driver’s seat and Traci growled, only just managing to get in and shut the door before he sped off away from the curb. Traci immediately put her seatbelt on, reaching over to strap Aimee in despite her friend’s protests that if Gordon wasn’t wearing one, then she didn’t want to either.
“Just leave it!” Gordon watched briefly in the rear view mirror, “watch this.. “
He turned onto a long strip of road and put his foot down harder and harder, the car was almost flying along the empty street and Traci held onto her seat belt for dear life while Aimee hooted and whooped, encouraging Gordon to go even faster.
“Hold on tight!” Gordon warned them, leaning back and braking in such a way that they spun dangerously, eventually ending up facing the way they had just come. The engine was still running, but the car stood motionless and Traci felt like throwing up. Gordon looked around at them, seeking their reactions.
“Did you like that?” he wondered.
“I almost peed my pants!” Traci was clearly upset.
“I think I did,” Aimee spoke shakily but forced herself to smile.
“You did enjoy it or you did pee?” Gordon asked her.
“You better hope you didn’t pee,” Traci told Aimee, “there’s no way we can afford to have these seats cleaned.. “
“Can we do it again?” Aimee breathed, keen to impress Gordon, “even faster?”
Traci couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“Are you insane?” Traci demanded.
“Let her speak,” Gordon hushed her, “she knows what she wants.. C’mere darling.. “
Aimee blushed and moved to the front seat, straddling Gordon and grinding her body against his as they started to make out. Traci stared in disbelief for a moment as they both moaned and groped each other, as if they had been looking to touch one another for a long time waiting. Aimee was grinding her hips in particular, trying to arouse him and make him hard and achieving this pretty quickly. She could feel his erection through the gentle fabric of her shorts, as she wasn’t wearing any underwear at all. Feeling like a third wheel, or the designated driver in a group of partying friends, Traci sighed and shook her head.
“Oh for - Let me in on some of that.. No need to be so greedy.. “ she muttered, pushing in closer to take over from Aimee so that she was now making out with Gordon, freeing up Aimee to go down on him like she’d wanted to from the first moment she’d seen him in the bar. He made no effort to stop them, having recognized Aimee’s ‘dirty girl’ nature immediately and stepping into the role she had depicted for him. While Traci knew he was a nicer man than what the television showed, Aimee believed the persona shown to the public and that’s what she wanted right now, so that’s what he was giving her.
“Mmmm,” Traci closed her eyes as she moaned, making out with Gordon was like pure heaven as she dug her fingernails into his shoulders to try and keep him still. He made out perfectly, she tasted rum on his tongue and honestly could not fault him except for his constant moving around but Gordon could not hold still. Aimee had his pants down around his ankles and she was taking his erection into her mouth as deeply as she could, choking on his thickness and length so that her throat muscles clamped around him. His hips thrust to encourage her to keep taking him in deeper, while his hands sought something else to grope. One hand ended up in Aimee’s hair, pulling on it tightly and keeping her head down while his other hand squeezed and cupped Traci’s ass. She wasn’t sure when he’d managed to get her leggings down but she wasn’t complaining anymore, neither of them even had the presence of mind of take out their phones, which was probably a good thing for Gordon’s sake..
Traci thought he might somehow throw them both off, he was really strong and writhing quite a lot by now but then she figured that if he really wanted them to stop, there’d be no way they could keep him pinned down - not even with both of them holding him. He got excited and broke the kiss with Traci, lifting her up a little higher and she awkwardly straddled his shoulders as he dove right on in and began to eat her out. She bucked against his face, her weight fully supported only by his hands, giving her an indication of just how strong he really was. She started to get really wet and panted heavily, short, sharp outcries of pleasure soon escaping her parted lips. His responding groans were deep and long, Aimee reached down and whimpered softly as she started to masturbate with one hand while stroking his cock with the other and still taking him deep into her mouth. Traci was easily the first to surrender, she couldn’t take it and she never stood a chance with his expert tongue in the first place.
Gulping air back into her lungs, coming down after rocking hard against his face, Traci slid herself off to one side to try and recompose herself. Gordon was groaning quite erotically by then, so she didn’t last long before she pounced upon him and captured his lips with her own. Stifling and muffling his pleasure vocals, Traci thrust her tongue into his mouth and tasted rum as well as herself this time. Aimee was keen to continue listening to his unbridled groans, she kept trying to push and shove at Traci, who eventually got the hint and moved aside once more to watch heatedly. Aimee made a gesture and Traci looked around for her phone, but realized that in her rush to catch up, she’d left her jacket back at the bar and her phone was inside one of it’s pockets.
“Damnit!” Traci grumbled, drawn back to watching and unable to think straight as she got closer to hear Gordon now growling out cuss words between groans of pleasure. She placed her hand down firmly on his chest when he arched his back, if he thrust too hard Aimee might hit her head on the steering wheel and hurt herself. Aimee paused only to surrender to her orgasm, Gordon’s jaws clenched and he swore through his teeth as he shook and waited for her to continue. Aimee tossed her phone up to Traci, then lowered her head to complete her task but Traci just got more frustrated when the screen came up and asked her to enter in a password. Here they were, in the middle of an empty street, exchanging oral sexual favors with none other than Chef Gordon Ramsay himself and they’d walk away without an ounce of proof! Traci wondered what more could possibly go wrong - and they’d all live to regret it very soon.
“Huuhh, ahuh, fuck!” Gordon threw back his head, Traci leaned closer to watch his face as he rumbled Aimee’s name and released at last into a powerful climax.
“Aahh, ahh.. “ Gordon breathed heavily, eyes rolling. Traci moaned at the sight of his expression, forever etching it into her memory and feeling pity for Aimee because she was seriously missing out right here.
“Hot dayum!” Traci whispered, shaking her head but not taking her glazed eyes off him as she wiped a bit of drool from the corner of her mouth. She’d never be able to watch him on the television the same way ever again after tonight and neither would Aimee. It took a little while for them all to calm down, each of the women took turns making out with Gordon and enjoying the way he would fondle and squeeze their breasts playfully.
Then, all too soon it was time to head back into the city and as promised, Gordon put his foot down onto the accelerator and they flew down the long stretch of road and this time, both Traci and Aimee laughed and encouraged him loudly to go faster, faster.. faster!
Going back into the city meant that the spin wouldn’t be possible at the end of the drive, so eventually Gordon had to slow down and as he pulled up to the curb once more, Traci realized they were right back where they had started from.
“There we go,” Gordon leaned back and smiled easily at them, “got you back in one piece.”
He got out and walked around to the other side of the car, opening the door for them and letting them out. Traci staggered on weak legs and Aimee held her up as best she could.
“Will we see you again?” Aimee wondered.
“You most certainly will not!” came a very disgruntled voice indeed. One that made even the fierce Gordon Ramsay himself cringe - It was the voice of his wife. Traci recognized her straight off and started backing away, keen to get back inside and locate her jacket and phone, pulling the confused Aimee along with her. Thankfully, Aimee did not protest and soon Krista was left outside alone with Gordon.
“How could you?” she asked him accusingly, shaking her head, eyes brimming with tears. His gaze lowered in shame and she forced herself to walk closer to him, she barely got within a foot of him before she stopped and could smell the rum on his breath really strongly.
“Was it worth losing your children?” she asked him in an even tone, “was it worth losing me?”
Gordon looked slowly up into her eyes, the only thing stopping her from actually carrying out such threats was the fact that she knew it would end him. They could work through this, a couple of women weren’t worth losing him over. But she had to make sure he knew just how close he was to being right back where she’d found him, alone and without a family or someone to love and be with him.
“Babe.. “ Gordon spoke in a shaking voice.
“No,” she responded sternly, “don’t you ‘babe’ me.. “
“Krista,” Gordon corrected himself, “please don’t, I couldn’t take it.. Please.. “
“You don’t deserve me, Gordon,” Krista spoke only the truth and he did not argue.
“I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you,” Gordon vowed, “please darling, I love you more than life itself, I made a mistake.”
“Yeah, you did,” Krista frowned, walking a little closer to him and taking the car keys out of his hand, “I could have lost you tonight, drink driving, what were you thinking? And those women?? Gordon, this isn’t like you.. Is it?”
Gordon shook his head, it wasn’t like him and having been drinking wasn’t an excuse. She knew it made him really friendly and easy prey for such predatory women as those ones might have been, he was just so eager to impress and make everyone happy. She couldn’t blame him for all of it, but she could blame him for part of it and it was important that he felt afraid right now.
“I’m going home now,” Krista told him, “you can go and sleep in a hotel tonight and think about what you’ve risked for a bit of tail, got it?”
He nodded slowly, she could see the tears forming in his eyes but she couldn’t just let him off, not without driving it home and making him sleep alone in a hotel room was torture plenty enough. On the road, it was barely tolerable for him but when he could be in his own bed and cuddling up with his wife? Being alone on such a night as that would hurt and cut him deeply, Krista didn’t want to make him suffer but he’d really stung her with this and to think she had been worried about him enough to go out looking for him in these tiny hours of the morning.
“Let me come home,” he whispered, as she got into the car.
Krista started the engine and did her best not to look back at him as she drove off and left him there, she had to get the message across and nip this sort of behavior in the bud, before it got any worse. Gordon waited for her to perhaps change her mind and come back for him, but as the sun slowly began to rise, he realized she was serious and stumbled off to get himself booked into a room. He almost made it too, but for the alcohol in his system causing him to eventually slump against the wall and pass out. He wasn’t aware when someone lifted up his upper half and another someone lifted his lower half, he was put onto the back seat of a car and it began to drive away from the hotel he’d passed out in front of..
When he finally woke up, Gordon found himself in a comfortable bed and within a bedroom that he recognized as safe, so he settled back in and went back to sleep, miserable for being alone but relieved to have been found by David and Iman. It could have ended so much worse, he knew this now and he regretted the entire night. If only he could start it over, now he had to try and fix one Hell of a big fucking mess, with nobody to blame but himself.
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Justine was in the middle of cooking some dinner for herself, when she heard the front door open and she wondered if perhaps Gordon had returned home early tonight. She glanced up as Krista walked into the kitchen, she felt her heart sink a little.
“Hey, welcome back,” Justine smiled at her despite the disappointment, “how was it?”
“Oh it was just what I needed,” Krista smiled back, “I missed Gordon so much, I can’t wait to see him.”
Justine took baby David from Krista’s arms after switching off the stove.
“Why don’t you get settled in and have a break while I put the little ones to bed?” Justine suggested, stepping back into her role as the children’s nanny.
“Thank you,” Krista sighed with relief, nodding and heading into the living room to relax.
Justine took Savannah by the hand and went off to get her and little David to bed, she knew it was too good to last but at least she’d been able to have something with Gordon, which is more than what most people could say. She reflected on their time together and smiled dreamily, glad that Savannah was so well behaved and did not argue when she got into her cot. Gordon and Krista were fine parents, especially for a couple of first timers, they were naturals. Given poor little Savannah’s worrisome beginnings, she was the picture of health now and such a happy little girl, too. Little David was definitely not wanting for anything either, they had nothing to fear from Justine, for whenever she looked at their sweet, little faces; she just knew that no matter how much she wanted Gordon for herself - she simply could not break up this beautiful family. If there hadn’t been children involved, she would have absolutely tried her best to perhaps steal his heart but it just wasn’t meant to be.
After the little ones were sleeping, Justine ventured back down into the kitchen to finish making her dinner. She poked her head around the corner of the living room door to ask if Krista might like to join her, but she found the poor woman in tears. She hurried in and sat beside Krista on the sofa, immediately placing her arms around her.
“Krista, what’s happened?” Justine asked her, “what’s wrong?”
She felt her heart racing madly, what if Krista had enjoyed herself so much that she was thinking of leaving after all? Gordon would be devastated! Krista turned towards Justine and hugged her back, trying to stifle her sobs.
“I just feel like such a terrible person!” Krista said quietly, sniffling and grabbing some tissues, “I hope you took good care of Gordon while I was away being selfish.. “
“Oh Krista.. “ Justine rubbed her arm comfortingly, “you weren’t being selfish at all, you have to look after yourself, too.”
“I know,” Krista nodded, “but I just feel so bad about it, how did Gordon cope?”
“He has been really good,” Justine reassured her, “he really misses you but he’s doing well, I’m taking really good care of him, I promise.”
Krista smiled a little more easily now and she exhaled, relaxing somewhat.
“I’m really glad to hear that,” Krista sighed, “I thought he might get depressed and start drinking.. “
“Don’t worry,” Justine smiled back at her, “I kept him busy enough, he didn’t have time to drink more than a small glass.”
“I’m so glad you’re here,” Krista enthused, “I could never have just left him here alone without panicking every five minutes. I just knew that somehow, you’d be able to fill in for me.”
Justine tried hard not to look smug, for she had indeed filled in for Krista, in every possible way she could think of. The front door suddenly burst open and Krista stood up with a startle, her heart thumping in her chest. Gordon had seen her car in the driveway and was keen to see her, he threw down his keys onto the table and looked around, trying to contain his excitement so as not to awaken the little ones.
“Krista?” Gordon called her name as loudly as he dared to, keeping his voice down.
“In here,” Krista softly called back and within seconds they were in each other’s arms.
Gordon felt every ounce of tension and anxiety just melt away as she wrapped her arms around him and squeezed, Krista felt tears welling up into her eyes as her own body was embraced by his loving arms and she once again felt safe, secure and loved. Justine had to smile, she really couldn’t help it and her feelings of jealousy just set themselves aside. She slipped quietly back out to the kitchen, it felt good to have Krista home again, she could just sense Gordon’s relief and affection as it flowed through the entire room in just those few moments.
“I should never have left,” Krista whispered, burying her face into his broad, muscular chest, how she’d missed it so. Gordon hugged her more tightly, there simply was no question of his intense love for her, so now what of Justine? Would he just ignore her?
It was past eleven at night when Justine was done eating and now soaked in the hot tub, relaxing with her eyes closed and nearly falling asleep. She looked up as the door slowly opened and she smiled as Gordon walked in, buck naked, squinting into the light of the bathroom and stumbling as though he’d just woken up from a deep sleep.
“Gordon,” Justine said softly, “what’re you doing up?”
He knelt down beside the tub and leaned in, kissing with her. She readily responded, feeling his hand under the water to run along her thigh, up over her stomach and coming to grasp and fondle her breasts while they made out. He withdrew slowly, leaving her in a haze.
“G’nite,” he whispered, silently leaving the bathroom and Justine sighed and smiled. She held no doubts now that he wasn’t going to just behave indifferently towards her, the feeling of guilt for even questioning this crept into her at that moment but it was short lived because she was still happy and on a high from his goodnight kiss. Gordon got back into bed and fell straight back to sleep, Krista was so tired, she hadn’t even woken when he’d left.
*
The next few weeks were smooth enough, Gordon was excited to have his family home and it showed through at work, much to the dismay of the Hell’s Kitchen directors, who were looking for more angry outbursts to showcase than what Gordon was offering to them. Krista was relaxed and happier and thus more tolerant of his fussing whenever he got home and sought to cuddle with her or spend time with his little ones. Justine easily fell back into her job as the children’s nanny and she found that Krista and herself got along a lot better now that Krista had taken some time to herself and there was a lack of jealousy due to the fact that Gordon would always make sure neither of them felt left out or forgotten. Naturally polite, he wouldn’t leave anyone out of a conversation and during cuddles on the sofa with Krista, Justine would be busy doing her jobs anyway. Krista would go off to do some grocery shopping, leaving Justine and Gordon alone sometimes if she took one or both of the children.
This made for plenty of time spent together, often talking while heavily petting but he never would ever finish inside of her if they did copulate at all. She understood though, he’d been there once before and he’d learned his lesson the harshest way possible, he wasn’t about to make that error again. Visits and playdates at the park or some other interesting and exciting place were commonplace now, more often than not, David and Iman would accompany Gordon and Krista, keen for their kids to have some companionship together and for them to all keep in touch in general. Gordon confided in David about his affair with Justine, it was met with disapproval but a vow of silence just the same and Gordon appreciated this very much. David gently warned him that Justine had his balls in a vice, but Gordon was convinced that she’d never use it against him.
The finale of Hell’s Kitchen was fast approaching, it was a big night and Gordon was keen to show off his little family during the celebrations but this was where the harmonious atmosphere at their home was suddenly shattered. Krista was not so eager to have her baby on camera for the entire world to see, Gordon was very sociable and often snapped his wife and children on camera to put onto his social media outlets such as facebook and twitter. He loved the attention and publicity it offered to him, but Krista simply didn’t share his outgoing views. She liked the way David and Iman kept their daughter’s face out of the public eye, her privacy was paramount to the more introverted couple and Krista wanted to do the same with her little ones.
Justine was not able to really judge one way or the other, she really didn’t see either one of them as being right or wrong and she wisely kept out of it. Frustrated, Gordon would walk away from the heated arguments and leave Krista shaking from the fear that he might shout at her like he had done once before but he never did, always managing to stop himself and take a breather before he could reach that point. As the day loomed closer and closer, the fighting about whether the children would be attending the show grew more intense but in the end, Krista had her way and Gordon was forced to relent.
A compromise was made afterwards, they could go but would remain behind the scenes and not on display for all to see. Low-key, no great fuss and Gordon agreed, the fight was finally over and Justine was glad of it because when Gordon was fighting with Krista, it made for a very unhappy and awkward household atmosphere BUT it also made him angry and rough when they got to be alone together and that was just about the only good thing to ever come of the whole situation.
Funnily enough, the last two competitors of the Hell’s Kitchen season finale were Rick and Simone. The odds of that happening were unreal, but there it was. The stakes were high, Gordon was on edge more than ever before due to Simone’s habit of flirting with him and he was hesitant to get too close to her in case she tried anything foolish. There would be eyes everywhere, more cameras and photographers than what had currently been in place, nothing would go unnoticed on the biggest day of the season and he couldn’t afford for anything to go wrong. Everyone was there, including David and Iman.
The fact that these two were present did a lot to calm Gordon’s nerves, David was just so much like a father to Gordon that he sometimes actually called him ‘dad’ but if it bothered the rock star any, he never made it known to Gordon at all. Throughout the entire day, it was a combination of things that helped Gordon maintain his cool. Krista’s presence along with Justine and his two children, David’s grins and reassuring shoulder squeezes whenever he got the chance, Iman and little Alexandria in the wings with Gordon’s family, but it was Simone who was undoing it all with her tendency to try and get Gordon’s attention when she thought it was safe enough to do so. He really wished she’d take it more seriously, this was it, win or lose, there was no second chance to be fought for now.
“So what’s happening once this is all over?” David asked Gordon during a break.
“A week off,” Gordon replied, taking a breather, “then it’s time to get down to making arrangements for Hotel Hell.”
“You’ve done that once before, right?” David asked innocently.
“Oh don’t give me that bollocks!” Gordon called him out amusedly, “you’ve watched every episode.. “
“Yeah I have,” David smirked, “you know the screensaver on my laptop is a screenshot of your backside in the shower.. “
“I’ll fucking bet it is,” Gordon laughed with him, though they both knew it wasn’t true.
It was David’s flirty sense of humor that was winning the day for Gordon, it kept him down to Earth and made him feel more playful rather than all serious business and this resulted in a much more relaxed atmosphere despite the fierce competition. This in turn helped Rick and Simone to stay calm and not make many mistakes, taking deep breaths to try and stop their hands from shaking right up until the last reveal. They each had their hands upon the door handles, their hearts thumping like mad and Gordon stood behind them, ready to give them permission to try their doors. Whoever had the unlocked door, was the winner of Hell’s Kitchen and Simone closed her eyes, putting her head down and whispering pleas over and over for her door to open.
“Simone, Rick.. “ Gordon started their hearts pounding all over again, “good luck.. “
They both thanked him shakily, gripping their door handles tight.
“You can open your door.. “ Gordon paused for effect, “..now!”
There was a huge celebration as one door opened and Simone stepped out, her hands suddenly over her face as she broke down into relieved and happy tears. The rest was so surreal to her, she couldn’t believe she’d won but since their last encounter that night a few weeks back, she had behaved herself rather well and really picked up her game from then on. Gordon struggled to find fault with her in the kitchen, his only problem being with her flirting but that had become minimal to almost non existent in the lead up to this day. Simone had wanted to win at any cost, she thought that flirting with Gordon would get her somewhere but it only got her in trouble, so she’d won today due to her own merits and skills and it felt really good to win honestly and without cheating.
There was an after party for everyone, including the families of the contestants and then there was another one after that, just for Gordon and his friends and family. It was held on Gordon’s yacht and it was a generally calm and relaxed atmosphere now that the event was over and it was time to kick back and enjoy themselves for a while. There was plenty of alcohol around, so the little ones were sent home with their nannies, since it was getting late by now anyway. Justine was happy to do this, she’d had a long day and the thought of putting the children to bed and getting some sleep herself was just what she needed.
Krista and Gordon sat with David and Iman, drinking and laughing and just generally behaving like a group of teenagers on spring break. But then, so was everyone else and it was a lot of fun. Gordon was crept up on and doused with a beer keg, soaking him from head to toe and luckily it was a warm night or he might have got sick from the chill. It was all in fun and jest, so he took it well and he was intoxicated anyway by that point. He put his arm around Lucas, who was also drunk and he leaned in close to Gordon, sucking the dripping beer from the chef’s neck. It made Gordon blush and laugh, pushing him away but nobody really took it to heart, they were all good friends here..
Krista smiled as Gordon’s friends gathered around him and made him relax and laugh, she was content to be there among all of their mutuals and non mutuals alike. She knew better than to get jealous of drunken shenanigans, as long as it didn’t go too far. She found it cute how Lucas would keep cuddling up to Gordon but after a while, it started to bother her because Gordon was starting to look less amused and more uncomfortable as the evening wore on. Lucas was constantly whispering things into Gordon’s ear, resulting in gentle shoves away from the increasingly embarrassed chef but Lucas simply wasn’t seeming to take the hint.
Eventually, Gordon just gave up, he wasn’t fighting it anymore and Lucas started kissing his neck, trying to rub his thigh and get him to wake up a bit and snap out of it.
“Lucas!” Krista called over, “leave him alone!”
Lucas glanced her way, a smile on his face as he pulled Gordon closer once more.
“We’re just kidding around,” Lucas promised her, “aren’t we?”
Gordon rested his head on Lucas’ shoulder, his eyes closing of their own accord by now, he was exhausted.
“Oh dear,” Krista stood up and approached the two males, “would you help me get him down below?”
“Sure thing,” Lucas agreed, unbuckling Gordon’s belt eagerly, until Krista stopped him.
“That’s not what I meant,” she scolded him firmly, “help me get him downstairs, he needs to sleep it off.”
“Oh!” Lucas laughed, “sorry Krista.. I meant no harm, we go a long way back, him and me.”
“He’s drunk,” David wandered over, “and so are you.. That means no consent, go on, move over.. Here, let me help.”
Krista was relieved and Lucas just sat back in his chair, watching the world spin as David helped Krista to move Gordon to the below deck. There was a bedroom that he could rest in, the bed was big and comfortable and she hoped he wouldn’t throw up all over it later when he awoke.
“Thanks David,” Krista sighed with relief.
“Try not to worry,” David reassured her, “I think everyone’s about the same right now.”
It was almost accurate, just about everybody was either drunk or on the verge of passing out at this hour. Except David and Iman, they weren’t very heavy drinkers at all and simply enjoyed the gathering of friends and family without feeling the urge to overdo it. Krista was watching her own drinks intake, making sure she was alright to get them both home but it looked as though she and Gordon would be spending tonight onboard the yacht.
“David.. “ Krista spoke slowly, uncertain as to whether this was appropriate or not to ask right now, “is um, is Gordon.. You know?”
David looked at her questioningly for a moment or two, not quite following her.
“Sorry?” he wondered, “is he what?”
Krista blushed, looking at her passed out husband on the bed.
“I mean, does he enjoy attention from.. from men and women the same?” Krista tried again, not wanting to make David feel uncomfortable.
“Oh.. “ David caught on, “well, I think perhaps that’s a question you need to ask him, love - Not me.”
Krista nodded, feeling really self conscious just then.
“I’m sorry,” Krista apologized quickly, “that was inappropriate.”
David just smiled warmly at her.
“It’s alright,” he reassured her, “I know why you asked me of all people, but you’re on the right track. Just.. Be careful, alright?”
He winked at her and left to return to his wife’s arms, Krista sighed and sat down on the end of the bed. She didn’t want to just leave him down there alone, but he was unconscious and there were still guests to entertain, so she reluctantly got up and went back upstairs to make sure everybody had a good time and eventually got off the yacht safe and sound. When she was certain it was just her, she cleaned up and went below deck to check on Gordon. But he wasn’t alone and Krista quirked a brow at the scene she found there on the bed, Gordon was stripped down to his briefs and Lucas lay on the floor, up against the wall with blood coming from his nose. Krista shook her head, she could guess what had happened here and she knelt down to make sure Lucas was alright.
“I guess there’s a time and a place for this sort of thing,” Krista told the dazed man, as she helped him to his feet, “this is neither one of them, I’ll call you a cab okay?”
Lucas nodded and she soon had him in a taxi, then she returned to Gordon’s side and lay down with him, smiling proudly as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
But was it okay, really?
How did she feel about this?
What would Gordon tell her if she confronted him?
*
Things were back to normal by lunchtime the next day, Gordon was buzzing around in the kitchen and Justine was bringing the children to the dining room to eat after helping Savannah to wash up. Krista took little David to feed him in the living room, where Gordon brought her a plate when he’d finished making lunch for them all.
“Gordon,” Krista looked up at him as he set the plate down in front of her, “can I talk to you about last night?”
Gordon sat down across from her and nodded for her to continue.
“Of course,” he consented more clearly, “what’s wrong?”
Krista did not want to upset him, so she tried to choose her words carefully.
“I was just wondering about Lucas,” she said slowly, meeting his gaze to try to gauge his reaction, “and.. and you.”
Gordon sat back a little, he really didn’t like where this was going just now.
“Can we not?” Gordon spoke firmly.
“I’m just curious,” Krista pressed him, deflated by his clear and obvious reluctance to even talk about this with her, his wife.
Didn’t it mean anything to him that they shared everything except this? He remained silent, eyes averted and head turned away from her. Krista sighed softly, if he was unsatisfied and unhappy with their marriage, it made her feel terrible to be responsible for that. She really needed to know his true feelings, to have it all out in the open and let there be no secrets between them.
“I just need to know that you’re happy,” Krista prompted him. His following frown and puzzled expression when he looked back at her just made her wonder more, did he even understand what she was trying to say?
“Krista, if I were any happier with you I’d fucking burst,” Gordon told her outright, “why can’t you see that?”
He felt disappointed with himself for not showing her enough affection, for making her question his love for her. She could see him taking this conversation as a failure on his part and it bothered her, because he hadn’t failed her at all but she wasn’t quite sure how to bring the topic out of the hole it had sunken into.
“It’s just a simple yes or no,” Krista tried the direct approach.
“Followed by more questions,” Gordon countered, showing further reluctance to have this talk right now. She backed down, just because David wouldn’t talk with her about it, perhaps some of Gordon’s other friends could fill her in without her needing to make Gordon uncomfortable in the meantime. But would they kiss and tell?
He certainly wasn’t.
Gordon sensed that she was done and stood up, but he didn’t go to the kitchen and instead headed out the front door.
“Gordon!” Krista called after him.
“I need some air,” he said grumpily, slamming the door shut as he stepped outside. Justine slowly walked into the living room, seating herself where Gordon had just been sitting a moment ago.
“I couldn’t help but overhear,” Justine said apologetically. Krista leaned back and kept nursing little David, making sure he was feeding comfortably.
“What do you think then?” Krista wondered.
“I don’t think it matters much,” Justine shrugged, “the point is he comes home, right?”
Krista nodded, but it wasn’t as simple as all that.
“Why does he hide it?” she asked with a frown.
“Maybe he’s ashamed,” Justine replied gently, “some guys are just like that. He loves you so much, Krista. Every time you two have a fight, I can see his heart breaking in two.”
“Don’t you think I know that?” Krista demanded, “of course he loves me, I love him too! But if he’s needing something more than I can give him, I want him to know that it’s alright.. I don’t mind.. “
She lowered her gaze.
“There.. are other ways, Krista,” Justine said softly, “just because you’re a woman, doesn’t mean you can’t satisfy that other craving.. “
Krista looked up again and Justine pursed her lips into a knowing sort of smile, then she stood up.
“Think about it,” Justine told her, “use your imagination.”
She walked back to the dining room to make sure Savannah had finished her lunch and Krista thought about what she’d said just now. Of course, Justine was talking about Krista wearing a strap-on but Krista hadn’t taken it quite in that way. She was thinking along a very different line, one that was probably going to erupt into a very uncomfortable conversation at bedtime tonight, despite her very best intentions upon trying to follow Justine’s misguided advice. Both of them meant well, but this was probably going to end in tears anyway.
That night after dinner, Krista went ahead and arranged a special night for her and Gordon to share in and she hoped that he would enjoy it after their bristling conversation earlier on in the day. He’d returned in a better mood, but she could still sense that he was putting a lot of effort into not being upset with her. She couldn’t figure it out and she wanted him to open up and just tell her, but he just wouldn’t and so she went ahead without really thinking it through and now she just hoped that it worked out tonight. Gordon entered the bedroom to find it candlelit and smelling of perfume, there were red rose petals everywhere and Krista was reclining on the bed with her skimpiest lingerie on. He relaxed and smiled at her, his eyes softening to that deep azure colour she loved so much.
“What’s all this?” he asked casually, undressing himself in anticipation of a night of physical activity that did not involve wearing any clothing at all.
“Just a little surprise for the most wonderful man in my life,” Krista purred back at him.
She moved aside as he climbed onto the bed, wasting no time in making out with her and ridding her of what little clothing she had on. He quickly kissed down to her neck and she moaned, pushing at his chest before he went too far. Gordon held back and gazed heatedly at her, more than ready to keep going and eager to take her on the bed right now.
“What’s wrong?” he breathed, desire written in his eyes.
“This isn’t the surprise,” she smiled at him and gestured behind him. Gordon furrowed his brow and turned around to see, then he sort of jumped back and looked mortified as he tried to cover Krista over with the sheets.
“What the bloody hell are you doing here?!” Gordon demanded angrily, his face and ears turning bright red with perhaps embarrassment, perhaps rage. Lucas stood naked by the closet door, a rose in his teeth and a quickly diminishing smile on his face as he realized that Gordon was not amused in the least.
“I invited him,” Krista quickly explained, “I thought we could, you know, I mean you two.. I thought.. “
Gordon got up and started putting his clothes back on, Lucas looked rather fearful at this point, convinced that Gordon was going to knock his teeth out.
“Fucking hell,” Gordon cursed angrily.
“Gordon, I wasn’t sleeping with her,” Lucas said hurriedly.
“I invited him here for you,” Krista added to that, worried also of a fight breaking out, “Gordon?”
He just shook his head, stormed out of the bedroom and they sat in silence as they eventually heard his car roar out of the driveway and hurtle down the road. Krista looked at a loss for words and prayed that he slowed down and didn’t hurt himself, she couldn’t understand what she’d done wrong.
“You told me he was into it,” Lucas hissed at her, “what the fuck?”
“I never told him,” Krista admitted, “I wanted it to be a surprise.”
“You what?!” Lucas demanded, “aww man.. Krista! You can’t just do that, it’s got to be mutual!“
He realized what had happened and within five minutes, Krista was left alone with her thoughts. She reached over onto the bedside table and picked up her phone, she could think of nobody else to call.
“Hello, David? I’m sorry about the late hour.. “ she sniffled and tried not to cry.
“What’s happened?” came his sleepy voice from the other end, “are you alright? Should we come over?”
“No.. “ Krista used a tissue to dry her eyes, “I’ve just done something stupid I think.. “
She explained to him what had happened, then asked him what she’d done wrong.
“Oh dear, poor love,” David replied gently, “Krista, you can’t manufacture that sort of situation, love. It happens, but it’s not usually premeditated. I know your heart was in the right place, but all you’ve done is humiliate them both. That’s probably not what you want to hear, where is Gordon right now?”
“He took off in his car,” Krista sniffled again, “really fast, I’m worried about him.. “
She didn’t mean to embarrass them, if only Gordon had explained this to her in the first place, she wouldn’t have misunderstood.
“I don’t understand what went wrong,” Krista sighed.
“Love, I know what you’re going through,” David reassured her, “and I know what he’s going through, believe me. But Krista, if that urge is something you’re worried about.. I can tell you it’s not on his mind every moment of every day. You are.. That other stuff, it might occur to him perhaps once in a few years or so, I promise you, it isn’t a constant problem that you need to address.”
“But Lucas!” Krista tried to argue.
“Lucas was testing the waters,” David explained, “Gordon wasn’t receptive, he struck out, end of story until he tries again. Do you understand now?”
Krista lowered her head, feeling terrible but at least David had explained it in a way that she could finally understand. It wasn’t a habit, it was just a casual thought once in a blue moon that may or may not lead to something happening, depending on the circumstances and who might be around at the time if the mood struck him just right.
“I am such an idiot,” she said to herself with a quiet sob.
“Do you want me to help find him?” David offered and Krista felt her throat constrict and her chest tighten, what if he crashed?
He could be hurt somewhere, or worse..
It was well after midnight by now, Traci and her friend Aimee were at a table in a nightclub when Traci suddenly choked on her drink.
“Are you alright?” Aimee asked her, frowning with concern.
“Yeah,” Traci sputtered and coughed to clear her lungs, “holy fuck, Gordon Ramsay’s just walked right on through the door!”
Aimee pursed her lips, unimpressed.
“I’m so not falling for that one again,” she said to Traci, rolling her eyes, “honestly, get some new material. You’ve already used that one six times today alone!”
They knew he was around, but they couldn’t get anywhere near Hell’s Kitchen, it was far too crowded and security was tight.
“I am not kidding this time!” Traci insisted, “Aimee! Turn the fuck around!”
Aimee lifted her brows and tilted her head, then sat back and folded her arms in defiance.
“Ugh!” Traci took out her phone and snapped a picture as Gordon looked around for a moment, watching him make his way over to the bar. She showed Aimee the picture, Aimee finally turned around and opened her eyes wide.
“He really is!” Aimee breathed, “oh my gosh! What do we do?!”
“I’ll tell you what we don’t do,” Traci said firmly, “we don’t fangirl all over him.. Aimee!”
But her friend had already stood up and was pushing through the crowd of people to get to her favorite chef.
Gordon ordered himself something not too strong, he planned on surviving the drive home and making it back in one piece, it wouldn’t do to make his children suffer just because he was upset with Krista. She had done some almost unforgivable things in the past but this time he wasn’t so sure he could get past it so easily, but he would try. He just needed to understand where she was coming from, what made her do it and how she’d gotten it into her head that it was okay. He was suddenly grabbed by the arm by an excitable woman and he glanced around at her, a little surprised.
“Oh my gosh, you are so gorgeous! I love your leather jacket!” Aimee gushed, “did you bring your bike? Can I go for a ride?”
Traci pulled her back a few feet, clearing the area in case Gordon wanted to get up and leave.
“I am so sorry, Gordon,” Traci apologized for her friend.
“It’s fine,” Gordon smiled at them both, “maybe just warn me next time, uh?”
Traci nodded and nudged Aimee, who was staring and grinning like a cheshire cat.
“Hm? Oh! Right, yes! Sorry!” Aimee apologized, “you’re just the best!”
Gordon laughed quietly, his face burning as they were drawing attention to the fact that he was here and heads began to turn, the whispering and pointing soon started up then and he was worried that he might have to leave after all.
“Aimee, you’re embarrassing him!” Traci hissed, pulling her friend’s arm again before she could lunge forwards, “not to mention yourself and me, too!”
“Aimee, is it?” Gordon leaned forwards a little to hear them better over the music.
“Let go!” Aimee scolded Traci, smiling quickly at Gordon and blushing hotly, “oh God he said my name, he said my name! I love this! Can I please get a picture with you?”
Gordon agreed and Traci reluctantly let her go, making sure to kiss his cheek for the photo and Traci sighed, because Gordon smiled for the picture but he looked a little uncomfortable. She understood and respected the privacy of celebrities, there were times and places they just wanted to be left alone and she got the feeling that this was one of those times. But her friend was the opposite, Aimee believed that if someone was going to become famous, it was their own fault that they had to put up with people like herself.
Gordon was generally polite and indulged his fans whenever he could, but there were times when he did get a little snippy with them and usually only if he was in a rush to be somewhere else or if he was working and didn’t need the distraction.
“I’ll get her out of your way,” Traci offered, reaching for Aimee’s arm once more.
“No, it’s fine really,” Gordon gestured to the two seats beside him, “why don’t you sit down?”
Aimee almost fainted at the offer and sat in the seat closest to him, eager and hyper to talk at him some more. Traci had to stay now, whether she wanted to or not, there was no way she’d be able to drag Aimee away now that Gordon had invited them to stick around. The least she could do was sit down and try to calm her friend down a little, before she annoyed him so much that he felt compelled to leave.
“Would you please just simmer down?!” Traci hissed at her, “is this honestly how you want him to know you?”
“Would you relax?” Aimee spoke quietly back to her, “he totally digs it, or he wouldn’t have asked us to join him.. Besides, all he needs to loosen up is a couple of drinks!”
Traci was about to object, when Gordon shifted his seat closer to them so he could hear them better and talk with them more easily.
Two hours later and everything seemed to be going okay, until Gordon suddenly furrowed his brow.
“This music is shit!” he said firmly, making them both giggle.
“Well,” Aimee leaned closer to him, “we could get outta here.. “
“Aimee!” Traci scolded her in disbelief.
“Alright,” Gordon agreed. Traci’s eyes grew wide.
“Say what?” Traci was in disbelief again, did he just.. ?
“Wait for me!” she suddenly called, as she realized they were headed out the door already. She got up and hurried out after them, shocked to see Aimee’s hand in Gordon’s as they approached his car.
“What the hell?” she muttered to herself, “what’s goin’ on??”
“Aimee! What’re you doing??” Traci called after her friend, hurrying to catch up. Gordon opened the door to his car and pulled on Aimee’s arm, but she resisted and looked actually a little nervous.
“What’s wrong?” Gordon wondered. Traci tugged Aimee away from him, looking him over warily.
“Really?” Traci demanded firmly, “in the back seat of your car? I thought you was classier than that, Gordon.”
“Oh I am,” Gordon smiled at her, “but she isn’t, are you darling?”
Traci’s jaw dropped.
“Don’t talk to her that way!” Traci could not believe her ears.
“It’s alright, Trace,” Aimee giggled now, “I’m really not.. I mean shit, I once licked beer off a coaster when I couldn’t get anybody to buy me a drink!”
“I don’t care!” Traci spoke up in defense of her friend, “you shouldn’t talk that way about her, it’s rude and doesn’t help her to become a better person at all!”
Traci couldn’t understand it, this wasn’t the Gordon Ramsay she thought she knew. Well, to be honest she didn’t actually know him, but he seemed like such a nicer man than this if one looked hard enough. Gordon looked at Aimee, deciding not to respond to Traci, he wouldn’t get what he wanted from her.
“Hop in, come on,” he encouraged the more inclined of two, “do you know how much this car is worth?”
“Oh please Traci?” Aimee begged to be let go, “I’ve always wanted to get into a car like that.. “
“A minute ago he couldn’t get you in,” Traci scolded her, “now I can’t keep you out? What’s going on, Aimee?”
“I just got nervous that’s all,” Aimee answered her quickly, “I’m totally fine now, I swear.”
Traci stared at her, she wasn’t drunk so she knew what she was saying but was it as innocent as all that? She reluctantly let go of Aimee’s wrist and watched her jump into Gordon’s car eagerly.
“Good girl,” Gordon praised her with a grin, turning his attention back to Traci, “we’re going for a spin, are you coming?”
Traci sized him up, trying to remember how many drinks he’d had and weighing them against his physique.
“Are you okay to drive?” Traci lifted a cautious brow, “I ain’t getting in unless you can prove-.. Gordon!”
He was already getting into the driver’s seat and Traci growled, only just managing to get in and shut the door before he sped off away from the curb. Traci immediately put her seatbelt on, reaching over to strap Aimee in despite her friend’s protests that if Gordon wasn’t wearing one, then she didn’t want to either.
“Just leave it!” Gordon watched briefly in the rear view mirror, “watch this.. “
He turned onto a long strip of road and put his foot down harder and harder, the car was almost flying along the empty street and Traci held onto her seat belt for dear life while Aimee hooted and whooped, encouraging Gordon to go even faster.
“Hold on tight!” Gordon warned them, leaning back and braking in such a way that they spun dangerously, eventually ending up facing the way they had just come. The engine was still running, but the car stood motionless and Traci felt like throwing up. Gordon looked around at them, seeking their reactions.
“Did you like that?” he wondered.
“I almost peed my pants!” Traci was clearly upset.
“I think I did,” Aimee spoke shakily but forced herself to smile.
“You did enjoy it or you did pee?” Gordon asked her.
“You better hope you didn’t pee,” Traci told Aimee, “there’s no way we can afford to have these seats cleaned.. “
“Can we do it again?” Aimee breathed, keen to impress Gordon, “even faster?”
Traci couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“Are you insane?” Traci demanded.
“Let her speak,” Gordon hushed her, “she knows what she wants.. C’mere darling.. “
Aimee blushed and moved to the front seat, straddling Gordon and grinding her body against his as they started to make out. Traci stared in disbelief for a moment as they both moaned and groped each other, as if they had been looking to touch one another for a long time waiting. Aimee was grinding her hips in particular, trying to arouse him and make him hard and achieving this pretty quickly. She could feel his erection through the gentle fabric of her shorts, as she wasn’t wearing any underwear at all. Feeling like a third wheel, or the designated driver in a group of partying friends, Traci sighed and shook her head.
“Oh for - Let me in on some of that.. No need to be so greedy.. “ she muttered, pushing in closer to take over from Aimee so that she was now making out with Gordon, freeing up Aimee to go down on him like she’d wanted to from the first moment she’d seen him in the bar. He made no effort to stop them, having recognized Aimee’s ‘dirty girl’ nature immediately and stepping into the role she had depicted for him. While Traci knew he was a nicer man than what the television showed, Aimee believed the persona shown to the public and that’s what she wanted right now, so that’s what he was giving her.
“Mmmm,” Traci closed her eyes as she moaned, making out with Gordon was like pure heaven as she dug her fingernails into his shoulders to try and keep him still. He made out perfectly, she tasted rum on his tongue and honestly could not fault him except for his constant moving around but Gordon could not hold still. Aimee had his pants down around his ankles and she was taking his erection into her mouth as deeply as she could, choking on his thickness and length so that her throat muscles clamped around him. His hips thrust to encourage her to keep taking him in deeper, while his hands sought something else to grope. One hand ended up in Aimee’s hair, pulling on it tightly and keeping her head down while his other hand squeezed and cupped Traci’s ass. She wasn’t sure when he’d managed to get her leggings down but she wasn’t complaining anymore, neither of them even had the presence of mind of take out their phones, which was probably a good thing for Gordon’s sake..
Traci thought he might somehow throw them both off, he was really strong and writhing quite a lot by now but then she figured that if he really wanted them to stop, there’d be no way they could keep him pinned down - not even with both of them holding him. He got excited and broke the kiss with Traci, lifting her up a little higher and she awkwardly straddled his shoulders as he dove right on in and began to eat her out. She bucked against his face, her weight fully supported only by his hands, giving her an indication of just how strong he really was. She started to get really wet and panted heavily, short, sharp outcries of pleasure soon escaping her parted lips. His responding groans were deep and long, Aimee reached down and whimpered softly as she started to masturbate with one hand while stroking his cock with the other and still taking him deep into her mouth. Traci was easily the first to surrender, she couldn’t take it and she never stood a chance with his expert tongue in the first place.
Gulping air back into her lungs, coming down after rocking hard against his face, Traci slid herself off to one side to try and recompose herself. Gordon was groaning quite erotically by then, so she didn’t last long before she pounced upon him and captured his lips with her own. Stifling and muffling his pleasure vocals, Traci thrust her tongue into his mouth and tasted rum as well as herself this time. Aimee was keen to continue listening to his unbridled groans, she kept trying to push and shove at Traci, who eventually got the hint and moved aside once more to watch heatedly. Aimee made a gesture and Traci looked around for her phone, but realized that in her rush to catch up, she’d left her jacket back at the bar and her phone was inside one of it’s pockets.
“Damnit!” Traci grumbled, drawn back to watching and unable to think straight as she got closer to hear Gordon now growling out cuss words between groans of pleasure. She placed her hand down firmly on his chest when he arched his back, if he thrust too hard Aimee might hit her head on the steering wheel and hurt herself. Aimee paused only to surrender to her orgasm, Gordon’s jaws clenched and he swore through his teeth as he shook and waited for her to continue. Aimee tossed her phone up to Traci, then lowered her head to complete her task but Traci just got more frustrated when the screen came up and asked her to enter in a password. Here they were, in the middle of an empty street, exchanging oral sexual favors with none other than Chef Gordon Ramsay himself and they’d walk away without an ounce of proof! Traci wondered what more could possibly go wrong - and they’d all live to regret it very soon.
“Huuhh, ahuh, fuck!” Gordon threw back his head, Traci leaned closer to watch his face as he rumbled Aimee’s name and released at last into a powerful climax.
“Aahh, ahh.. “ Gordon breathed heavily, eyes rolling. Traci moaned at the sight of his expression, forever etching it into her memory and feeling pity for Aimee because she was seriously missing out right here.
“Hot dayum!” Traci whispered, shaking her head but not taking her glazed eyes off him as she wiped a bit of drool from the corner of her mouth. She’d never be able to watch him on the television the same way ever again after tonight and neither would Aimee. It took a little while for them all to calm down, each of the women took turns making out with Gordon and enjoying the way he would fondle and squeeze their breasts playfully.
Then, all too soon it was time to head back into the city and as promised, Gordon put his foot down onto the accelerator and they flew down the long stretch of road and this time, both Traci and Aimee laughed and encouraged him loudly to go faster, faster.. faster!
Going back into the city meant that the spin wouldn’t be possible at the end of the drive, so eventually Gordon had to slow down and as he pulled up to the curb once more, Traci realized they were right back where they had started from.
“There we go,” Gordon leaned back and smiled easily at them, “got you back in one piece.”
He got out and walked around to the other side of the car, opening the door for them and letting them out. Traci staggered on weak legs and Aimee held her up as best she could.
“Will we see you again?” Aimee wondered.
“You most certainly will not!” came a very disgruntled voice indeed. One that made even the fierce Gordon Ramsay himself cringe - It was the voice of his wife. Traci recognized her straight off and started backing away, keen to get back inside and locate her jacket and phone, pulling the confused Aimee along with her. Thankfully, Aimee did not protest and soon Krista was left outside alone with Gordon.
“How could you?” she asked him accusingly, shaking her head, eyes brimming with tears. His gaze lowered in shame and she forced herself to walk closer to him, she barely got within a foot of him before she stopped and could smell the rum on his breath really strongly.
“Was it worth losing your children?” she asked him in an even tone, “was it worth losing me?”
Gordon looked slowly up into her eyes, the only thing stopping her from actually carrying out such threats was the fact that she knew it would end him. They could work through this, a couple of women weren’t worth losing him over. But she had to make sure he knew just how close he was to being right back where she’d found him, alone and without a family or someone to love and be with him.
“Babe.. “ Gordon spoke in a shaking voice.
“No,” she responded sternly, “don’t you ‘babe’ me.. “
“Krista,” Gordon corrected himself, “please don’t, I couldn’t take it.. Please.. “
“You don’t deserve me, Gordon,” Krista spoke only the truth and he did not argue.
“I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you,” Gordon vowed, “please darling, I love you more than life itself, I made a mistake.”
“Yeah, you did,” Krista frowned, walking a little closer to him and taking the car keys out of his hand, “I could have lost you tonight, drink driving, what were you thinking? And those women?? Gordon, this isn’t like you.. Is it?”
Gordon shook his head, it wasn’t like him and having been drinking wasn’t an excuse. She knew it made him really friendly and easy prey for such predatory women as those ones might have been, he was just so eager to impress and make everyone happy. She couldn’t blame him for all of it, but she could blame him for part of it and it was important that he felt afraid right now.
“I’m going home now,” Krista told him, “you can go and sleep in a hotel tonight and think about what you’ve risked for a bit of tail, got it?”
He nodded slowly, she could see the tears forming in his eyes but she couldn’t just let him off, not without driving it home and making him sleep alone in a hotel room was torture plenty enough. On the road, it was barely tolerable for him but when he could be in his own bed and cuddling up with his wife? Being alone on such a night as that would hurt and cut him deeply, Krista didn’t want to make him suffer but he’d really stung her with this and to think she had been worried about him enough to go out looking for him in these tiny hours of the morning.
“Let me come home,” he whispered, as she got into the car.
Krista started the engine and did her best not to look back at him as she drove off and left him there, she had to get the message across and nip this sort of behavior in the bud, before it got any worse. Gordon waited for her to perhaps change her mind and come back for him, but as the sun slowly began to rise, he realized she was serious and stumbled off to get himself booked into a room. He almost made it too, but for the alcohol in his system causing him to eventually slump against the wall and pass out. He wasn’t aware when someone lifted up his upper half and another someone lifted his lower half, he was put onto the back seat of a car and it began to drive away from the hotel he’d passed out in front of..
When he finally woke up, Gordon found himself in a comfortable bed and within a bedroom that he recognized as safe, so he settled back in and went back to sleep, miserable for being alone but relieved to have been found by David and Iman. It could have ended so much worse, he knew this now and he regretted the entire night. If only he could start it over, now he had to try and fix one Hell of a big fucking mess, with nobody to blame but himself.
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