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)
As for Christmas morning, I had already snuck out of bed and changed into a rather revealing red negligee. Ive said me wrapped up with a big bow would be present enough, and that’s exactly what I had arranged as his first gift.
Stepping out of the bathroom, I had expected to wait for him to wake up, but he’d been wide awake. There hadn’t been any time to figure out how to be overtly sexy, so I’d just gone for it. Ive had loved his present.
He’d taken his time unwrapping me, but once he had, he’d spent a good hour to maybe two, making love and fucking me. He also reminded me that as his present, he could have me anytime he wanted throughout the day. I didn’t mind. I loved being his.
When Ivan and Rage had first told me about the proposal for marriage, I had thought it was insane. In all honesty, I figured they’d change their mind and put Cassie in my place. Everyone preferred Cassie. She was the golden daughter. The princess. The one everyone wanted, and I loved her. On my wedding day, I’d expected them to change me. It never happened. I’d become Ive’s wife and the truth was, this had been the best half year of my life.
Now, as we sat in the living room, Ive handed me yet another present. The first had been a brand-new pair of heels. I had a feeling they were more for him, but he’d insisted my feet would love them. There had also been a sexy lingerie set; actually, there had been five or six lingerie sets.
This box wasn’t quite so heavy, and I tore into the wrapping to see it was a camcorder as well as one that took photographs. I frowned and looked toward Ive.
“I talked to Cassie about your past. There are not many photos of you or videos growing up. Your father wouldn’t let you be part of the memories.”
My father wanted to wipe me out of existence.
Ive took my hand. “I figured you could start taking memories of our own. I want a picture of you, and this will be for you.”
“Making memories,” I said.
“Yes. Everything you need is in there. If I’ve missed anything, just let me know, and I’ll fix it.”
I threw my arms around him. “It’s perfect.”
He chuckled. “It’s also set up.”
“It is?”
“Yes, it’s why the box is open. I got Michael to set everything up, charge it. All you’ve got to do is open it and press ‘record,’ or take a photograph.”
I slid the camera open, and the screen lit up. I checked over the camcorder and saw the “start” and “stop” button. It was pretty basic.
Clicking “record,” I pointed it at Ive. “Merry Christmas, Ive.”
“Merry Christmas, Charlotte.”
Hearing my name from his lips in the early days had been so very weird, but now, it felt right. It felt good. My name wasn’t Lottie. It was Charlotte. Charlotte Yahontov.
“Are you enjoying your morning?”
“I got to unwrap and fuck you, so it’s been a very good morning.”
“Ive, there’s no way we can share this with the kids, or anyone with you saying nasty things like that.”
He laughed. “Fine, you can edit that part out just for your enjoyment. Hello, future kids, we’re being nice and playing nice. Your aunty Cassie is coming over later, and I have no intention of embarrassing your mother so I can fuck her wherever I want.”
“Ive!” But I was too busy laughing. I just couldn’t help it.
I saw the button that said “photo” and I pressed it, taking one of my husband. He gave me a wink and I chuckled as I closed it up and put it to one side. Ive had gotten me a photo album for me to print my pictures and to start making memories. I loved this.
Any images my father had of me, or if anyone ever had them, were torn up and burned. Even the ones Cassie took. He didn’t want any memory of me at all.
I was not going to cry. I was going to keep my shit together today. For Ive, he was a hard man to pick presents for, so I had gotten him some socks, a new wallet, and a new jacket. I’d also gotten him a couple of picture frames and a locket. Inside the locket, there was a picture of me and him on our wedding day. The photographs from that day had arrived. I’d been surprised to see a couple where I’d actually smiled.
“I love this,” he said, sliding the locket around his neck and putting it on.
With presents done, Michael was waiting for breakfast. As it was Christmas morning, we got pancakes, and I loaded mine up with syrup. Dinner was not turkey for today, but roast beef. I’d asked Ive what he wanted for Christmas lunch, and he’d chosen beef, so that’s exactly what he’d gotten.