Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 81977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
I haven't even really kissed her yet, not the way I wanted to anyway. I had no idea what her likes and dislikes were. What were her favorite things to do? In fact I knew nothing about her except that the way she made me feel, I'm sure I'd never feel that good again with anyone else. Never!
There was a lot to be done I had three months before her eighteenth birthday. I'd already committed myself to waiting until then before taking her to my bed...well, before making love to her there since she was already sleeping in my bed.
"You won't change your mind will you?"
"Well you haven't answered the question yet so..."
"Yes, yes, yes, yes." She squealed, peppering my face with kisses after each enthusiastic yes and I was grinning like an ass.
"So when... How? Tomorrow?"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, not so fast little one, we have to plan it, sometime after your birthday."
"Why do we have to wait?" I hated to see her lose that exuberance but I had to do this right for her sake.
I kissed her nose before looking into her magnificent eyes.
"Because I have a mother who would skin me alive if I ran off and got married without telling her. She's going to want to plan an extravagant event whether or not it's just us, or she invites half the state."
She grew rather quiet and sullen and I was beginning to realize that I hated to see her look anything but happy. Lifting her head up, I caressed her cheek lovingly.
"What is it, what's wrong?"
"What if she doesn't like me?" She looked close to tears, I guess it's only natural for every new daughter in law to worry about whether or not her new mother in law would approve, but somehow I think there was more going on here than that.
She looked fucking petrified, just as she had that morning when she asked me if this was home.
I pulled her closer to me, hugging her with all the love I had in me for her.
"She'll love you baby, I promise. There's nothing for you to worry about okay, I'll introduce you to them soon and you'll see. I have a sister your age, her name's Tula and she loves to shop. I can see you two hitting the shops together, not to mention her obsession with on line shopping. I'm sure my credit cards are gonna get a work out." I tried to tease her out of her sulk.
She blushed at that and hid her face in my chest.
"Oh no I spend too much."
"Ashley cut it out, we've already had this conversation, what's mine is yours, you can never spend too much okay? Look at it this way, what if I wanted to spend time with you and you had lots of free time? Would you spend your free time with me, or would you be mad that you had to?"
"I could never be mad at spending time with you."
"Well see, that's exactly how I feel about the money, time is more precious than money and I have tons of it. I want to spend it on you. In fact, I'm getting you your own cards and your own account, that way you don't have to wait for me to do anything if you see something you want you can just buy it." And I can erase the picture of you in want and going without from my mind.
"I don't know what to say, this is all so...so, I don't know, is this a dream?"
"No dream baby, we're both just very lucky to have found each other." She makes it so easy, I just want to love this girl with everything I’ve got. I hope I don't fuck this up I'm not sure if I should get her a therapist.
How much damage had been done to her psyche? She seems so well rounded and even keeled for someone who's lived with a virtual sociopath her entire life.
I'll keep an eye out for the next couple of weeks at least and if I notice anything off I'll handle it. Her life had been drastically changed overnight I'd literally swooped in and taken her over.
I have to be sure not to overcrowd her, she already had one overbearing male figure in her life she didn't need another. But the way I felt about her, I know it's going to be tough keeping myself in check.
I do want to take her over, dominate. I have this uncontrollable need to be a part of every aspect of her life. Maybe because I know she'd been hurt by her father for so long, I don't know. What I do know is that no one else has ever made me feel this possessive.
Like I needed to own her and that just sounds so sick. But it’s the truth, whether it’s her upbringing, her youth, or that innocent air about her I just know she makes me want to take over every aspect of her existence; like I have to stand between her and the rest of the world.