Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Victor grunts next to me. It's not really a response, and even I know it's not a sound a groom should be making the day before his wedding. Resignation or disgust? I have no idea. I just want to scream.
"As soon as you produce an heir, your half of the estate is freed. Your half will be in the hands of your husband." Simon winks at me, and I want to punch him in his fat nose.
First kiss, first orgasm, first cock — all of them are mine. Deck's voice cuts in. I close my eyes for a second. Open them. Simon's still there.
Somehow, Simon figured out I'd slipped out. Probably has a camera outside our room. I thought I'd planned it perfectly. Down the back terrace stairs, through the unmonitored gate near the service garage.
So now he's decided the wedding needs to happen tomorrow. He asked me a whole bunch of questions about where I went and what I did. He even threatened to have a doctor come and look at me. The way he talked about it, there was something sick in his voice. I felt violated.
Now I understand. I understand everything. Everything they've done, all the ways they've kept us here, under guard. If one of us gets married and produces an heir, the conservatorship's grip slips, and Simon's free. One half of the inheritance will be released, but not to that sister. No. It goes straight to that sister's husband.
Apparently, my going out has them in a panic. Because maybe I've managed to get a baby in my belly in that one night. What they don't know is, the very thought has my girl parts tingling. Imagining Deck's enormous erection aimed right at me. Ready to bury itself inside me and fire.
The irony is, I probably could have done just that if Deck and I had had more time. But it doesn't matter, because Simon's made himself clear. If I don't marry Victor, I'll never see my sister again. I don't know exactly what he means by that. But I believe him.
So here we are.
"Are we done? Because you two are wearing me out with all this frivolous celebration." I tap my toes together as Victor grunts again, and I snap my head around. "Do you know any actual words?"
He looks at me with dead eyes that match Simon's, then right back to his phone.
"Words like yes, no, maybe, would-you-like-fries-with-that? There's a whole alphabet of options."
"Stop it," Simon chastises me.
Stop it. I mouth the words back at him with an eye roll.
They've already taken Leah away. I have no idea where she's gone. So I'm completely alone. Simon is holding her hostage, using her as leverage. He says she'll be back as soon as the ink is dry on the marriage certificate, and I can present a pregnancy test with two little lines.
Thinking of how long that could take makes my eyes burn, and I have to fight the tears. I won't give them the satisfaction of seeing me cry.
My stomach turns when I imagine Victor touching me. I really hope he just does what he has to do and that's it. No kissing, no other touching. Just stick it in and fire. I think I can handle that without throwing up. But what I can't handle is anything that feels good. Because anything that feels good would remind me of how it felt when Deck kissed me.
In all the places he kissed me.
"Your father wanted you to be taken care of. And that's exactly what I intend will happen." Simon leans back in my father's chair and smacks his lips together, looking out the window over the massive green lawn toward the front gates.
"Can. I. Go. Now?" I enunciate each word slowly, so my feeble-minded captors can understand.
Simon snorts and waves his hand, while Victor matches his snort with another grunt. "Go. But remember, if you want Leah back here with you, you'll do as you're told. We can all live happily ever after. You just do as your father wished, and everything will be fine. Trust me."
I'm out of the chair and stomping out the door without another word. My heart is breaking. Leah needs me, and I need her. All we have is each other.
I'll marry Victor, I'll make a baby. Geez, I'd even give them the money. I'd give them this house if I had to. Mom would understand. If it meant Leah and I got to be together, she'd tell us to let the house go.
It would break my heart, but I'd trade it all if it meant me and Leah could be together forever. Besides, maybe then they'd leave us alone.
My only wish is that I could see Deck one more time. Just to kiss him, just to tell him goodbye. For a flash, I think about how I'd even do it. Sneak out the back terrace again, hop a bus, find his club, knock on the back door.