Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
We wear these suits every night at this club to present ourselves in a way deemed attractive and appropriate among the human population. This is not something we would ever wear on Eleadia.
Clothes and style are not a thing on our planet. The males wear nothing but loose, comfortable cotton pants. The females wear nothing but a protective barrier over their bottoms.
“You’re so calm,” Kalbrac points out.
I lick my lips. “Her voice is beautiful. When I go down there, I will interrupt her and ruin her evening. Like you said, she’s already mine. It won’t kill me to let her sing a while longer before I take over her life. The audience is enjoying her performance.”
“Mmm. They certainly are. Would you like me to text Zack, the manager, or John at the front entrance to let them know?” Kalbrac asks.
“That’d be great. Thank you.” I step closer. Everyone has scattered away from the monitor I’m drawn to.
My Little girl starts yet another song. This one is livelier, and she slides off the stool and jumps down to her feet to move around the small stage with the beat.
She’s nothing like any other female I’ve seen since I arrived. Now that I’m seeing her face closer, I notice her dark makeup. Her eyelids are shaded nearly black. Her lashes are long and thick and black. They’re probably artificial. Even her lips are painted black. So are her nails.
She’s slight. Tiny by human standards. Short and skinny. I could scoop her off the floor and cradle her in my arms with one hand. And I will. Millions of times.
Her skirt is shorter than I thought. It barely covers her bottom. And those boots. Why would she want to wear anything so clunky? They look almost too heavy for her to lift. On Eleadia she will go barefoot.
The braids are kind of cute. If she likes that style, I’ll be spending a lot of time fixing her hair in the future. That looks like it would take hours. Does she do it herself?
My Little girl is confident. She may be tiny, but she has energy and spunk. She owns that stage. She’s hypnotizing the audience with her voice. I feel like I’m under her spell, too, and it makes me smile.
A soft knock on the door to the control room causes me to turn around just as Zack steps inside. His brow is furrowed as he approaches me. “The singer?”
I smile and nod. “It would seem so.”
He steps closer and stops with his hands on his hips. A long sigh escapes his mouth. “I warned her this could happen, but she insisted she wanted to sing in Club Zoom. She signed the necessary paperwork. She’s well aware she could get claimed tonight. I hope she’s as emotionally prepared as she insisted she was.”
I look back at the monitor and smile. “It doesn’t matter.” Whether or not she’s prepared to meet me, she’s going to anyway. Any notion she had before tonight that the stories about females being chosen from the club are ludicrous will fly out the window as soon as I step near her.
I know from this distance she is mine with a certainty that would seem absurd to human males—including Zack, who is staring at me skeptically. There is no doubt. It’s a fact.
My Little girl will know on some level as soon as she inhales me even from afar. It won’t be instantaneous for her, though, because she won’t understand the magnetic pull. It will be foreign to her. She will draw me into her lungs over and over, fighting the pull, confused by what her body will insist is fact while her mind will argue makes no sense.
Fated matings are not a thing on Earth. I’ve learned that on rare occasions, males and females meet and feel an instant connection. However, just as often, those two individuals later discover they were mistaken. Could be days. Could be months. Could be years. Marriages on Earth hold very little meaning.
Claimings among my people are forever. They do not break. The bond grows stronger by the day and never ends. The precious songbird is mine and will know it every day for the rest of her life.
“I’ll let John know at the entrance,” Zack informs me. “I’m pretty sure she has meager possessions, though, and she promised me she would bring her most prized items with her in her bag tonight, just in case.”
I like the thought of this. It means she came prepared. Maybe she won’t be as stunned as many females are. But that’s wishful thinking. No matter how prepared she is, she has no idea what’s about to happen.
Her life is about to change irrevocably. It will never be the same. “What is her name?”
“Her stage name is Simone. Her real name is Sara. She gets irritated every time I call her Sara.”