Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
“Your rights,” I growl as I clutch onto the strands I plan to clip, “were signed over to me,” my hand lifts it higher for the chopping, “in a legally,” snip, “binding,” snip, “agreement.”
Zel attempts to grasp for air between her volcano of tears.
“Your father is the one whose debt you decided to erase.” Another cut is given. “You signed the contract.” Two more clips off the ends are taken. “Your hand held the pen.” With the separated strands in my fist, I shift back to a standing position, lean slightly over her shoulder, and sprinkle the severed remains into her lap. “You made this choice, little doll.”
Zel’s crying gets noticeably louder.
“Now live with it.”
“You’re a monster!”
“I’ve been called worse,” I callously retort while heading back to my desk, the sound of her weeping a soundtrack I didn’t need this morning. Once I’ve settled in my chair, I return the scissors to the organizer they share with my pens and gesture a hand towards the door. “The day is yours to do with as you like. I shall see you for dinner.”
Her light brown eyes have no trouble tossing a glare at me in spite of the tears.
“Wear yellow.”
Zel screeches a noise that hurts more than my ears.
Rather than respond verbally, I simply drop my stare back to the documents I was reviewing when she strolled in. I pick up a piece of paper, slightly angle myself to the side, and slyly watch her out of my peripherals retreat from my office. She throws her body backward – tiny tits bouncing deliciously around in the sports top I’m glad she found – , brushes away the brown remains in between blubbered bastards, and runs away like it was her ass I set on fire as opposed to the very ends of her hair I clipped.
It was only an inch.
I’m honestly not certain if I could bring myself to take away more than that.
The instant she is no longer within my sight, I toss the piece of paper back onto its respective pile and screw my eyes shut.
Fuck, I’ve never cared this much about a woman in my entire life, damn sure not a doll.
Maybe I should end the contract.
Stop all this bullshit before I become invested in something I don’t have time for.
That’s half the purpose of keeping “dolls”.
They make it easy to enjoy the perks of dating without wasting the valuable time to actually do so, and they allow me to enjoy the kinks I prefer in a safe, secure, won’t end up on the cover of a trashy gossip magazine manner. Being with Zel was supposed to continue the simplicity of it all.
Not complicate it.
Chapter Seven
Elias
Catching movement out of the corner of my eyes, I cut my attention over to where Zel has arrived on the rooftop for a romantic dinner.
Fuck, not only does she look stunning in the short, form-fitting yellow cocktail dress and nude pumps, but looks remarkable with her hair wound up high on her head, hiding the early morning shame she suffered.
That haunted me most of the afternoon for having to give.
My other dolls were always compliant with minimal pushback. As long as their dirty little habits were fed, they had no issue bending for mine.
Perhaps that’s the added appeal of Zel.
I have to work for this doll, and part of me actually enjoys it.
“Good evening, Zel.”
Her head tips up further, wordlessly acknowledging she heard me but doesn’t plan to say anything in return.
A grunted laugh escapes me prior to teasing, “It’s polite to say good evening, back.”
The fire I’m flashed instantly stirs my cock.
“You look beautiful,” I sincerely compliment on a small smile.
No rebuttal.
Her continued silent treatment isn’t shocking to say the least; however, it will be easily broken, just like she was last night.
My hand casually motions to the open space across from me. “Sit.”
She struts across the area allowing me a moment to admire her beautiful, toned legs in the evening light and relive how incredible they felt clamped around me less than twenty-four hours ago.
There’s no stopping my dick from swelling, and, given her attitude, letting her see the effect she has on me seems like something that will work for me rather than against me.
Zel steals a glimpse of my crotch, blushes, and busies herself with getting seated.
Once she is, I lean back in my chair, allowing my hard-on to remain displayed. “How was your day?”
My question still doesn’t receive a verbal response or even her gaze.
It hurts.
It hurts more than it damn well fucking should.
“Mine was quite busy,” I continue to speak in spite of her fidgeting with the cloth napkin. “Finalizing a couple new vacation locations for the company, getting Tomas out of jail,” her eyes shoot up to mine, “and getting his charges dropped were actually the easier portion of the day. Paying off your student loans, having them charge me for future semesters, arranging for your books to be ordered and hand delivered here, as well as setting you up an account in which I can easily transfer funds for all your future school needs, was a tad bit more time consuming.”