Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
All my doubts disappear as I scoop her up, carrying her up to the front door. It all just feels right.
Inside, it’s a blank canvas. Our blank canvas. For us to make our mark on however we want. I made some calls and had the placed cleaned up. I didn’t want her coming home to that fucking mess from the party. At least, that’s what I told myself. But really, I want to ride this ride with the new Mina as far as it will go until it’s too late to turn back.
Risking all her memories flooding back when she saw the disaster of the house wasn’t in my plans.
“It’s so strange I don’t remember this place. Is this your house?” she asks, glancing around. I lower her to the floor, her toes curling in the cream-colored carpet as the hospital gown exposes the creamy flesh of the backs of her lush thighs, reminding me, underneath, she’s fucking naked.
I shake my head. “I’m renting it for us, baby. A little vacation, just the two of us.” I’m stumbling into so many lies right now, what’s one more?
“It’s big. Like you.” She walks her fingers up my chest, and I’m a breath away from fucking devouring her. “Where are our clothes? I want to get dressed. Or maybe I could just get undressed…?”
She wiggles her eyebrows and every muscle in my body hardens. I want to hurl her against the wall and fuck her so hard she’ll need that damn wheelchair again, but I remind myself that she’s suffering from a real medical condition. I’m a monster, but I’m not so far gone I don’t know mildly unethical from fucking evil. At some point she’s going to come to her senses and realize what I’ve done, and that could be a shit show, but it won’t matter. She can be as mad as a wet cat, this is happening. She’s mine and I’ll secure her into my life by any means necessary.
What would she say if one of the first things I did was fuck her like an animal as soon as I got her through the front door?
On the other hand, if I just go ahead and fuck a baby into her right now, by the time she remembers who she is, it will be too late. Which is sort of my plan. Like she said last night, easier to ask for forgiveness than permission.
With a groan, I back away, dragging my phone out of my pocket, thinking up another lie on the spot. Dad wanted me to arrange to get the stuff from our old house out of storage, so I have an overnight bag and nothing else. But I can’t exactly send for those things, since they’ll come with a healthy side portion of Mom and Dad’s clothes. “I’ll check on our luggage, I had a company bring it for us so we could drive down in the Mustang.”
“Wow.” She gasps. “How much did we pack?”
“You don’t travel light, baby,” I say forcing a grin, kissing her lips and making her laugh. “And I’ll order some food. What do you want to eat, baby?”
She purses her lips, thinking for a moment. “That place we passed with the big flag that said…breakfast burrrrrrrrrr-itos! Extra spicy, like me.”
As she turns away, singing and dancing and shaking her ass, I remember the doctors said, she might be different, and fuck, yeah, different she is. Old Mina hates spicy food. She won’t even have it in the house because she says the smell burns her nose. She’s not adventurous when it comes to food, except now she is.
Two hours later, she’s grinning as she wipes sweat from her brow, sitting across from me in a nearly-transparent dress that shows a red bra and panties underneath.
“That was hot,” she says, licking her lips. “Like you.”
I nod in stunned silence by not only the outfit she picked out from the packages I had delivered, but just…her.
Since I had to think on my feet, the clothes were picked out by a personal shopper employed by Gladrags, one of the dozens of high-end boutique stores in Harbor Shores. I told them to send a variety, since I had no idea what the new Mina would want, and had it all delivered in plain packaging like it had just followed us here in a van. Still, when I saw what they’d picked out, I almost sent it right back, except Mina’s face lit up with glee.
The old Mina’s personal style is sweet, cute but modest.
That’s all fucking changed and I’m all for it.
I made sure she had everything she could want or need.
So, beyond the stuffed animals and flowers from the hospital, I told the shopper to buy anything a girl between the ages of six and twenty would like. She was confused at first until I threw in a thousand dollar tip and told her just to do it.