Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
When Ivan told me I was to marry her, I’d been pissed off. She was too young and I’d not wanted a wife. Charlotte had grown on me.
My wife turned to the chef and her smile was sweet. “It’s so good. Ive took me to so many restaurants in the city—Italian, French, Spanish, Mexican, there might have been an English one as well—but none of them match your food.”
“That is because I am the best.”
“And he is not modest,” Ive said. “Have there been any calls?”
“No business. Just pleasure. Now, I made a beautiful praline tart. I know it’s your favorite. I wanted to make sure your first meal on your honeymoon was the best.” He pressed his fingers to his lips and kissed the air.
I looked toward Charlotte. “He means you. He doesn’t give a fuck about me.”
This made Charlotte laugh. “It’s been the best.”
“Excellent.” He picked up the dishes and left for the kitchen with the promise of dessert.
“You’re sure you didn’t mind coming here for our honeymoon?”
“No, this is the house I chose for myself,” I said, winking at her. I did so, just to see her smile. “Why did you pick here? You could have gone anywhere. Ivan would have seen to it that you got what your heart desired.”
Charlotte shrugged her shoulders. “I … this is the only place I have ever felt at home. I know it’s silly. I always had a home growing up, but this is different. This feels more like home.”
“This is your home. It’s our home.”
“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
Michael interrupted the moment to bring us his dessert and it looked amazing. There was a small dollop of whipped cream on the side.
I waited for Charlotte to take a bite, as did Michael. Her eyes closed and she moaned as she did so.
My chef clapped his hands and disappeared once again. He’d be plotting our breakfast for tomorrow.
I finally took a bite of the dessert, making sure to get enough pastry, hazelnut chocolate and whipped cream, and it was so good. My mouth watered. Our dessert was gone within minutes.
Taking Charlotte’s hand, I pulled her to her feet. “How about we go and have some fun?”
All I wanted to do was fuck her. I wanted to spread her open and explore every single inch of her body, but I couldn’t do that, not until I knew she wasn’t sore anymore.
“I’d like that.”
Remembering a few months ago when Ivan came to visit, I took Charlotte to the game room. The power was already on, and I took Charlotte over to the air hockey table.
Charlotte groaned. “I don’t know how to play.”
I never came into the game room. I’d built the place for the off chance that I might have a child one day. It was a long shot because to have a child, I had to trust a woman. Charlotte was my woman and I knew there was now a chance she might be pregnant. All it took was the one time.
She’s distracted by staring at the table and I take the few seconds to look at her, to imagine her full and ripe with my child. The thought of children in the past terrified me. I didn’t want to be a father. I don’t know how to be anything else other than a fucking monster. For fun, I lock enemies up, take my time to torture them, and make them pray for death long before I grant it. Ivan and Victor wouldn’t be dealing with Hank until I got back, but he would be on minimum food. We didn’t want to starve him to death before we got our information.
Charlotte pregnant with my kid. That is just … too fucking dark for me to delve into.
She lifted her head and smiled at me. “Are you okay”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” I’m tempted to call it a day, and tell her that I have to head back to the city, but then I’d have to deal with Ivan, and he can be a giant pain in the ass. I was a grown-ass man, I could make my own decision, but Ivan was a bigger pain. He got what he wanted, and a honeymoon wasn’t a bad idea. I just couldn’t fuck my wife anymore, or if I did, I’d have to wear condoms. The smile fell from my lips.
“If you don’t want to play?”
“It’s fine,” I said. “When was your last cycle?”
“My what?”
“Your period, your menstrual cycle?”
Her cheeks went bright red. She opened and closed her mouth, and then looked toward the ground. “Last week.”
I made a note to remember when her next one was.
The moment was lost, I knew that, and I had a feeling Charlotte did as well. I was determined to enjoy the game room though. I’d never share it with a son or daughter and still didn’t know if I would have children.