Mr. Grey my billionaire

- Allison's POV

I watch the TV and see two hot, hunky guys caressing and kissing the woman, who seems to be enjoying it. The two handsome guys, one brunette and the other blonde, are naked and beautiful.

They both have huge limbs and all I can do is drool over them and imagine myself being the woman. Yes, I wanted to be the lucky one standing between them, about to be fucked like there was no tomorrow.

I wanted to rub myself all over those guys and feel wanted, I wanted to feel those big hands on my body squeezing me, I wanted to feel all that masculinity and all that horniness, if I doubted it, I even wanted to be spanked on the ass, but all I do is stare at the screen and watch the naughty porn.

I'm staring intently at the TV when the phone rings and I'm startled. Afraid of being caught watching a dirty movie, I quickly change the channel and get up in a hurry to answer the phone.

"FUCK!" I shout nervously, still lying on the floor.

The phone rings again and I slowly get up, feeling my knees ache.

"Hello!" I shout without realizing it.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Clark, but there's a lady down here who wants to come up..." The man can't finish his sentence as he is interrupted.

"I told you, she's my daughter and I don't need to be announced or anything! I carried that girl for nine months in my belly, wiped her ass, and breastfed her for two years! I swear, if that security guard asks me to calm down again, I'll take off my shoe and sit on his face!" I hear my mother speak nervously.

"Calm down, ma'am, I have to see if Mrs. Clark will let you in..." The boy on the phone argues.

"Look here, young man, I'm a mother, and I don't have to get permission for anything! Is Allison on the line?" I hear my mother ask and I think the boy nods because the next second I hear my mother shouting.

"ALLISON IF YOU DON'T LET ME IN, I SWEAR I'LL TEAR THIS HOTEL DOWN AND HIT EVERYONE IN THE FACE! AND WHEN I GET TO YOUR ROOM, I'M GOING TO GIVE YOU A BEATING LIKE I'VE NEVER GIVEN YOU IN MY LIFE!" My mother screams and I don't even want to think about the mess at the hotel reception.

"Ma'am, your mother's on her way up..." I hear the man say, and I can tell by his voice that he's scared, while I don't even have time to say anything as the call is disconnected.

I put the phone down and looked around. Furthermore, I see clothes, shoes, packets of snacks, and cans of beer and soft drinks scattered around the place.

I hastily pick up my clothes without even checking to see if they're dirty and throw everything into my suitcase in the corner of the room, then I start picking up the cans and packages that are on the floor, the damn garbage can in the room is so small that it doesn't even fit everything.

I'm standing there desperately trying to sort things out when my mother starts knocking on the door.

"Coming," I say, trying to hide the traces of four days of neglect on my part.

"ALLISON, I'M GOING TO COUNT TO THREE. IF YOU DON'T OPEN THE DOOR, I'M GOING TO KICK IT DOWN!" Mom shouts.

"I'm coming!" I say, looking around.

"ONE!" Mom shouts.

I look into the bedroom and the bed is a mess, there are still clothes and packages on the floor and I look at my dirty pajamas, I'm certainly a mess.

"TWO! I'M TAKING MY SHOES OFF, ALLISON!" My mother shouts and I know she's not joking. Seeing that I have no way out, I go to the door and turn the key to open it.

"Hi, Mom," I say, looking at my mother.

Her flowery, eye-catching dress is the first thing that catches my eye, then I look at her shoes, which she loves so much, and I look up at her face. I see a strong, beautiful woman with black hair, big eyebrows, and striking red lipstick, yes, this is Mrs. Sarah, my mother, who at 52 is still radiant and emanating energy, she's the strong woman I've always wanted to be, but I've never come close to being unhappy.

"Allison, what's happened to you?" she asks worriedly and before I can say anything else, she hugs me and continues. "Talk to your mother, tell her what's going on! We're all worried and Stephan is inconsolable." When she mentions the unfortunate man's name, I get out of her embrace and she closes the door.

"Mom, I'm fine, nothing's going on and I just need a few days, I told you I'm going back to work on Monday and I'm going to file for divorce." I shrug.

"Well? Have you looked in the mirror? Look at this room! Have you been drinking? My God, Allison!" My mother says, stretching out her arm and picking up an empty bottle of whiskey from the sideboard by the door.

"Mom, I..." I try to say something, but she won't let me.

"Stephan is desperate and your father is furious, let's get your things and go to your house, I'm sure that if we talk everything will settle down, a silly little quarrel is not a reason for divorce, daughter, Stephan has explained everything, he said that he is willing to no longer be on your back controlling your diet and that he will also no longer want you to go to the gym with him every day, he is a good man and he loves you, daughter..." When I hear what she's saying, I close my eyes and take a deep breath without believing what my mother is saying.

"Mom, I've already told you that love is over and I don't like him anymore, you can tell everyone that there's no going back, I'm getting divorced and that's that, nothing and no one in this world is going to change my mind," I say resolutely, not even if that son of a bitch was the last man in the world would I stay with him if humanity depended on the two of us to continue, we'd be an extinct race.

"I don't understand! I just don't get it! A few days ago, you were great and you were happy and totally in love with him, then you went on that trip and when you came back you got stuck in this hotel room and the love just ended, it doesn't make sense, what happened on that trip, Allison? Did you meet another man? Did you cheat on Stephan?"

Did I cheat on the bastard? No. On the contrary, he cheated on me, but not in a conventional way.

"No, I'm not a cheater, Mom, and it hurts me that you think that of me," I say, annoyed that she would even consider it.

"Something happened Allison and I know you don't want to talk, I'm not stupid, and looking at you, I know you're not well. And I'm the one who's hurt because I know you don't trust me to tell the truth, Stephan is an angel daughter, he did something to you, didn't he?"

Angel? Even the devil was once an angel.

- Allison's POV

"No Mom, I told you, love is over and that's that." I lie, looking into my mother's eyes.

The truth is that I want to shout that I've been betrayed, but the shame and humiliation I feel is so great that I simply prefer to keep all the pain to myself.

My mother crosses her arms and moves her head sideways, squinting her eyes; she's no fool, but she's not going to get anything out of me.

"All right, Allison! All right! If that's what you want I can't do anything about it, but you should know that your father and I are disappointed in you, in our family no one has ever split up and it hurts my heart to see you leaving behind Stephan who I consider a son, your father is sad and hurt, you know how fond we are of Stephan, you know that his parents are in shock and that your uncles, cousins and even your sister think you've gone mad, but if that's the way you want it at least have courage and face all this! Stop hiding in that room and get out there, because the daughter I raised is not the cowardly woman I see in front of me." When she finishes speaking, I feel as if I've been punched in the stomach, but I can't even open my mouth, I just feel a lump in my throat and I want to cry.

She looks at me angrily as if I've done something very wrong, I feel like the day I broke her favorite vase, and I was only 7 at the time.

"I'm sorry, Mom, but I'm not going to change my mind," I say quietly, feeling destroyed.

She just gives me a look as if she can't believe what's happening and turns to open the door.

"Go into the bathroom and look in the mirror Allison, I don't know what's happened to you, but this..." "This isn't a Clark thing, this isn't the girl I've been carrying around inside me for nine months and raising for all these years." She says, visibly disappointed, and closes the door.

Unable to hold it in, I just let the tears fall and sit down on the floor, cringing a little.

Nobody knows how humiliated I feel, nobody knows how disgusted and indignant I feel for not realizing it, for simply having lived a lie without realizing it.

It's been four days since I caught my husband on all fours in our bed giving his ass to a man, and so far, I haven't said a word about it to anyone, I'm in shock, but I think I'll tell you a little of my story so that everyone understands how I got here.

I was born in New Jersey and my life wasn't bad or painful at all, my parents are Italian and they're the best people I've ever met.

Mom has always been a cheerful and active woman. After she married Dad, she dedicated her life to caring for the house and helping out at the church orphanage we attended. Besides being a volunteer and a member of the church, she has always had an active voice within the orphanage, working alongside the nuns taking care of the little angels who are abandoned by their parents.

My mother is one of those people who seem tireless and my father is no exception. He inherited his grandfather's small Metallurgy company and in 20 years of hard work has managed to transform it into one of the most reputable and respected companies in the world.

Dad, like Mom, is a humorous man who radiates energy wherever he goes, today he's 55 and we joke that he's a lean crown, Dad looks great and is handsome for his age, my mother is jealous of him, their love is beautiful to see, the two of them make a beautiful couple and I've always seen them as an example, they're living proof that soul mates exist, and that there are lifelong loves.

My father raised me and my sister Jennifer like two little princesses, there are only two of us daughters and he has always done what we wanted, he has always been a present and loving father and I am very proud to say that Mr. Lorenzo Clark is my father.

My sister Jennifer is a year younger than me and has always been present in my life, she has always been my playmate and friend, we have always been like one flesh and blood and we only grew apart a little when we went to college, after all, I studied Business Administration, while she studied Pedagogy at another college.

Jennifer is now 22 and teaches at a nursery school. She got married three years ago to Enrico who manages her father's bakeries, who is a good friend of my father's. Enrico was always at home and he and Jennifer fell in love very early on, everyone approved of the marriage and it's been a year since Enrico discovered a health problem and is undergoing treatment so that they can get pregnant. My father's dream is to have grandchildren and I hope that Jennifer gets pregnant soon, because, in the current circumstances, I don't know if I'm going to trust any man enough to have a child.

As it's just me and Jennifer, I've kind of taken the lead, understanding that I'm the one who's going to look after the company in the future, and to be able to do that properly, Dad said I had to know everything about the metalwork. I agreed with him and spent three years observing and understanding everything I needed to understand, I only went to work at the company's headquarters in my last year at university and I love what I do.

I like going to factories and traveling to see if everything is working as it should, some people say I'm the female version of Dad in business and I love hearing that, I'm only 23 and I understand that I still have a lot to learn about everything, but I feel I'm going the right way.

Now let's talk about my personal life, I've always been a bit shy and I've never been able to express myself as well as I wanted to, I was a chubby child. I never cared about it until I was a teenager, when I was 14, I fell in love for the first time, the boy was cute and he was even a friend, but one day playing truth or dare he said that he would never be with me because I was fat.

Yes, he said that, he said I was nice, but that it would never happen and that shit hurt me a lot, in a way I kept the disappointment to myself and laughed about it, everyone laughed and I laughed and so for them, the situation passed, but it kept hammering away inside me, I started to feel ashamed of myself and just focused on other things.

While my friends were kissing me on the lips and staying over, I didn't do anything. I didn't have my first kiss until I was 16 with a boy who was taking French lessons at the same school as me.

Jennifer said at the time that the boy was ugly and, frankly, he wasn't beautiful, but he was nice and I was very realistic about things, my body didn't follow the standards imposed by the media and society and I understood at the time that it would be difficult for a beautiful boy to want something with me.

I know that anyone who is or has ever been chubby knows what I'm talking about, no matter how dressed up and smelling nice I was, I felt insecure, I put it in my head that I wouldn't have the best or the worst and I had to settle for the middle ground.

After spending a week with the boy, he moved to another city and I never saw him again. Then high school ended and I only kissed again in college, I was in my second year and there was going to be a party, so I dressed up and went to the party to suffer one of the biggest disappointments of my life.

The party was taking place on the college campus and I was so happy to have been invited, I was at the party chatting with some classmates and having a beer when Ethan came up to me, he asked me to talk in the backyard and I thought it was really strange, he was handsome and very popular at the college, he was a member of the baseball team and an important member of the campus administration, he had never spoken to me, and I didn't even go outside with him thinking that something was going to happen, in fact when I went with him, I swear I was ready to be embarrassed, as Dad was very jealous I thought he had picked me up from the party.

Here in the United States, it's common for people to move to a college campus or move out on their own when they turn 18, but I didn't do either, I continued to live with my parents, and since Dad didn't want to let me go to the party I thought Ethan was calling me because my dad was looking for me, but I was wrong, very wrong.

- Allison's POV

I went with him to the backyard and when we got there I kept looking around for my dad, but I didn't see him anywhere, Ethan grabbed my hand and said he wanted to talk to me, he declared himself in love with me and I freaked out, I didn't even have time to say anything because the son of a bitch took my mouth in a kiss, and yes, I returned the kiss, but when we walked away I heard some screams and when I looked to the side I saw his group of friends, they were all laughing and shouting until I paid attention to what one of them was saying.

"I can't believe I lost a thousand dollars on that shit, I thought he wouldn't have the guts to kiss the fat girl."

Yes, it was a fucking bet, that wretch Ethan only kissed me because he had a bet with his friends and while they laughed and Ethan celebrated, I walked home.

I walked for more than 40 minutes and I didn't cry, but I felt very bad. If people knew how they could hurt others with simple words and stupid jokes like that, I know they wouldn't do it, but unfortunately, the world is full of idiots who don't care about other people's feelings.

That night I came home and pretended that nothing had happened, I smiled and said that the party had been great and that I'd come back early because I was tired. What nobody knows is that that night I went to the fridge and couldn't eat anything, I just looked at the food I liked so much and all I could think was "I didn't think he'd have the courage to kiss the fat girl." That night I cried in hiding almost all night and decided to go on a diet.

With a lot of difficulties I managed to lose 25 kilos in a year, God knows how hard it was to change my eating habits, I starved myself a lot, and after I lost weight some things changed in my life, I started buying clothes more easily and men started looking at me with desire, the idiots from college who had belittled me so much wanted to be with me, and even that asshole Ethan was after me, I was the same person, with the same values and the same thoughts, but just because I had a different body I was seen as someone else, and that never pleased me, if the feeling had been true they would have accepted me as I was, the body doesn't define character, sex life, or shame in the face and it's disgusting to realize that most men are idiots and dumb enough not to understand that.

During my last year at university, I had just turned 21 when Stephan came into my life. My father, being the prestigious businessman that he is, has many friends. At a business dinner, a good friend of his said that his son had just graduated in Marketing and was in New Jersey looking for a company to work for.

When I saw Stephan, I confess that I thought he was beautiful, and I fell in love, we hit it off right away, he was sweet, funny and we liked the same things, what are the chances of finding someone who loves the same series, movies and even soap operas that you like? At the time I still wanted to lose 5 kilos to get the body I wanted and I started going to the gym that Stephan went to, we started having lunch together and going out together, until the day he kissed me, yes, he took the initiative and the next day he went home and talked to my father, said he wanted to date me and out of respect he thought it would be better to ask permission.

I was a fool, a sucker, deluded, stupid, I thought it was all beautiful, after all, what man nowadays goes to a girl's family home to ask her father for permission to date her? I bet none of them do, do they? Right!

Of course, my father allowed it and he was very happy to do so. We even had a dinner party to celebrate the date, Stephan's family, who were his father and mother, came and that's how our relationship began, Stephan was always very restrained, and when I say always, I mean always, we barely kissed properly and he never gave me a blowjob, and yes, I was dying to do something naughty, but because I was shy and in love I let it go, I put it in my head that he was more restrained and I was so stupid and imbecilic that I accepted the crumbs that shit gave me.

We'd always watch TV and go to the movies, the thing we did most was hold hands, of course, I wanted more, I thought it was strange, but I didn't dare to say it, and because he was my first boyfriend I settled for the situation, six months into our relationship he asked me to marry him and I simply said yes, everyone was happy and two months later I had a queen's wedding.

I was always curious about sex and I just thought that Stephan, out of respect for my family, preferred to wait until we had sex, after all, he knew that my father was a bit conservative.

After the wedding, there was a big party and we went to the airport in the evening where we took a flight to Italy. As the flight time was very long, we both slept on the plane and arrived in Italy as the day was brightening up, we went to the hotel and when we were finally alone, I thought it was going to happen, but Stephan said we should go for a walk to enjoy the day, which was sunny and beautiful.

At night in the hotel, he was very nervous, I could tell just by looking at his face. I went into the bathroom and said I was going to take a shower, I hoped that he would burst into the bathroom and grab me right there, but to my misfortune, he didn't. I finished my shower and put it on.

Furthermore, I finished my shower and put on a nightgown with no lingerie underneath, after all, he was already extremely nervous and I was anxious, so we didn't need anything else to get in the way... when I went into the bedroom, he had turned off all the lights leaving only one lamp on, I walked over to the bed and crawled under the covers, we started kissing and he slowly started running his hand over my body, I did the same and noticed that he was naked which made me very excited.

Our kiss intensified and he slowly took off my nightgown and got on top of me, then he started kissing my neck and whispered in my ear, "If you feel pain or I'm hurting you, tell me and I'll stop." All I could say was, "Yes," and Stephan continued to run his hands over my body, I was at my limit, I needed more, and I was already feeling pricks in my soaked sex, so he stopped running his hands over my body, held his erection by putting a condom on it and spread my legs, slowly he entered my sex and I felt a pain right away, Stephan stood still, took his member out and put it in again and did it over and over again until he said, "Is everything okay? Can I continue?" I said "Yes" and so he began to thrust faster and harder, I could feel the desire growing in me, he didn't stop and it was getting better and better, he moaned louder and louder until he stopped and collapsed on my chest, he had come and I hadn't!