Javier
Chapter 8
Javier
A fter Charlotte fled from the dinner table, I sat wondering what I was going to do. How far should I take this? She is going to be my wife no matter what I have to do, but I’d prefer not to hold a gun to her head.
Abuela reaches over and places her hand on my shoulder. “Let me go talk to her. I want you to know that I will do everything I can to help you, but I will not hurt that girl.”
Giving my grandmother a nod, I leave the food on the table growing cold just as Abuela and Charlotte did. Thank God Isabelle gets paid extremely well for her time and effort, or I’d feel bad.
Stella spends a good while upstairs talking to Charlotte and comes by to give me a hug on her way out. As she pulls me close, she speaks low so only I hear, “Give her some time, Mijo. She’s scared and doesn’t understand this life. I’ve talked to her, and she’s willing to work with me on planning the wedding.”
After my grandmother leaves for the night, I head up to bed. Walking into the bedroom and seeing Charlotte in my bed sends me into overdrive. I want to fuck her so hard she doesn’t dare defy me again. I have to keep reminding myself I’ve been stalking her for months, but she’s only just met me. She needs time to adjust.
Moving further into the room, I unbutton my jacket and shirt, throwing them into the dirty laundry, and with only my boxers on, Charlotte looks at me with wide eyes.
“What are you doing in my bedroom, Javier?”
“Oh, baby girl, this isn’t your bedroom. This is our bedroom.”
“You can’t sleep in the same room as I do.”
“Of course, I can, and I will. We aren’t roommates, Charlotte. You are my wife.”
“No, I’m not your wife yet, so I suppose I am more like your roommate.”
Unable to control myself, I reach out and grab her throat, squeezing lightly. “We will never be mere roommates, baby. You will be my wife. What’s with the innocent act? Anyone would think you’ve never seen a semi-naked man before.”
Awkward silence hangs in the air as I look at Charlotte and see a heavy blush staining her cheeks.
“Oh, baby, are you a virgin?”
“Shut up, Javier. You are an asshole. So what? Are you going to make fun of me now?”
Falling to my knees, I look up at my soon-to-be wife.
“Baby girl, I’m over the moon that you are only mine and no one else’s. I just assumed because you were engaged, you had been sleeping with the fuckboy.”
“No. It’s the one bit of control I held on to. Since I couldn’t marry who I wanted, I refused to have sex until we were married. That’s why he cheated on me with my best friend.” My girl’s face heats again and reddens even more.
“Don’t you be embarrassed. You aren’t the one who did anything wrong. That dumbass wasted a gift that you were saving for your husband. I’m grateful and will cherish it.”
Charlotte is dressed in a pretty white nightgown, and I lift the bottom up, so it skims the tops of her thighs. Leaning forward, I kiss her inner thighs gently on each side before standing and walking towards the ensuite bathroom.
As I stand in the shower alone, I place one hand on the cool tile and use the other to grab my hard shaft, giving it two firm jerks. Trying to find some relief before this wedding is going to be a challenge. I need to be able to fuck my woman. She’s perfect in every way.
Precum leaks from the tip as I use it to lube up my cock, running my hand from root to tip as I think of my beautiful girl with her red hair and white milky skin that feels like velvet. As I imagine slipping into her warm, wet pussy, I jerk my dick back and forth hard, wishing I was fucking her instead of my own hand.
Letting out a loud groan, I squirt cum on the tiles, painting them white, imagining I’m unloading my seed inside of my soon-to-be wife. I make sure I am loud enough that my girl knows exactly what I am doing in the bathroom while she waits.
Once I walk out into the bedroom wearing nothing but a towel, I look over at my girl curled up in the bed with her covers pulled up to her chin. Her eyes flash with fear.
Charlotte gets out of bed and starts to get onto the bedroom floor with her pillow.
“Where are you going, baby?”
“I’m sleeping on the floor.”
“No, you aren’t.”
“You refused to leave the room, and I can’t sleep in the bed with a stranger.”
“How many times do I need to tell you we are not strangers? You will sleep in this bed beside me. My fiancée isn’t sleeping anywhere else.”
Walking over, I pick her up off the floor and place her back in our bed. I fluff her pillows and place them back under her head.
“There can’t be any sex, Javier. I mean it,” she says sternly.
Smiling at her slyly, I respond, “Until our wedding night. Then that pussy is mine and only mine.”
“You are such a dirty man.”
“You will learn to love the filthy things my mouth can say and do, Carino.”