Javier
Chapter 10
Javier
A fter Charlotte and Abuela leave in the car with our guards, I follow behind, interested to see how my soon-to-be wife handles the new freedoms I’ve given her. Expecting her to try to run, I’m pleasantly surprised. She seems to know she’s trapped and will never escape me. That and I’m the lesser of two evils, considering her father is a lunatic. Eric treated her like shit from what I can gather, and I think she knows if she gives me a chance, I will treat her well.
Watching her and my grandmother interact as if they are best friends and similar in age is amazing to me. She treats Abuela so respectfully.
Pride fills my chest as I look at the beautiful woman who is going to be my wife. Since Mamá died, my grandmother has been the only person in my life. I can’t wait to have a family with Charlotte. She’s perfect in every way, and I can’t wait to have her take my last name.
I could watch her forever. She’s become more than an obsession. An addiction even. There aren’t words to describe how much I need this woman. I couldn’t let her go even if I wanted to.
Once she gets home and goes into our bedroom, I go down to my office to work. I instruct Isabelle to tell Charlotte to get ready for dinner and make sure she’s on time. Anticipation bubbles up inside me at the thought of spending time with her.
Once she arrives at the dining table, I stand and pull out her chair. When she sits, I bend over, placing my lips on the back of her neck, and kiss her gently. Her hair is pulled up away from her neck, and I can’t resist. Goose bumps ripple across her skin, and it suggests she feels something for me.
Noticing that Charlotte sits at the table and doesn’t eat makes my stomach knot with anxiety. She hasn’t consumed anything since the day she was brought here, other than the water I gave her when she woke up. That realization makes me pay more attention to her. She looks at her plate, pushing the food back and forth with her fork but not really ingesting anything.
“Charlotte, look at me.”
Almost startled, she looks at me with her beautiful blue eyes. I notice they aren’t sparkling, and she has black circles under her eyes. Her lips are dry, and she’s paler than normal.
“When’s the last time that you really ate anything substantial?”
Furrowing her brows, Charlotte answers in almost a whisper, “I don’t remember.”
“Why aren’t you eating?” Even as I ask this I wonder if it’s a way to control me. Going on a hunger strike won’t make me let her go. I’ll simply resort to having a feeding tube placed inside of her by one of our doctors.
This woman is beautiful, with her copper-colored hair, blue eyes, and milky white complexion. She’s a little over five foot tall. Now that I’m really looking, I can tell she’s too thin.
“I’m too heavy to eat the carb-filled foods your housekeeper serves. It smells amazing but I can’t afford the carbs. Homemade tortillas, enchiladas, tamales, and don’t get me started on the churros. Then she serves tons of fruits and desserts, which are all high in carbs too. Normally, I eat lean chicken or fish and greens. Even on a restricted diet, I’m still fat.”
Grabbing her under her arms, I place her on my lap. The feeling of her in my arms makes my cock rock hard, and I know Charlotte feels it when her face and neck turn red in embarrassment. Her eyes are turned down at the floor when I use my finger to lift her chin. She turns her face so that our eyes meet.
“Carino, you need to eat. Who told you that you are heavy? You are too thin. Beautiful, but thin. You need nutrients. Plus, soon you will need all the nutrients so you can grow our baby.”
“I’ve always been taught my body is my best asset, and I’m expected to use it. I’ve been told I was fat and that my weight grossed people out. I don’t want to disappoint or embarrass you or anyone else.”
Charlotte jumps in shock as my fist comes down on the table with a loud thud.
“Who told you this? I want to know who the fuck has you scared to nourish your body?”
Unable to look at me, she keeps her eyes down while shaking her head back and forth. My guess is that the two men in her life made her feel less than perfect, and even though she won’t admit it to me, I’m going to kill them for it.
“Charlotte, look at me.”
Looking into her blue eyes again, I see fear in her gaze. She can see the evil in my eyes. She knows that if she admits her father and Eric are influencing her thoughts about her body, I will kill them. She’s right. For now, I let her avoid telling me the truth.
“Javier, I don’t want to talk about this,” she says.
“You have two choices: one, you eat from my hands, or two, I spank that ass red until you eat like you are supposed to. Regardless, you will be eating and taking care of your body.”
Not having any choice, she opens her mouth, allowing me to place a forkful of rice inside. The table is covered in dishes of Spanish rice, black beans, tortillas, and slices of beef.
“The sauce smells like heaven. I can’t imagine counting the carbs on the plate you are feeding me from.”
“You will not be counting carbs, calories or anything else except the strikes I’m going to give your ass.”
The moaning sounds coming from Charlotte’s mouth are turning me on. Feeding her is much more arousing than I ever expected, and I get a huge sense of satisfaction that she’s being nourished from my hands. Every time she moans, it makes my hard cock buck underneath her. It almost becomes a game, where she moans loudly each time I give her another bite, just so she can feel the reaction to the bulge underneath her.
Every few bites, I place a glass of ice water to her lips and make her drink. I’m almost positive she is dehydrated, so I make the water a priority. Her stomach is so full by the time I’m done, she has to place her hand over her mouth and shake her head.
“No more,” she says, her hand muffling her voice.
“You’re going to eat three meals daily, starting now. I don’t mind you eating a healthy diet, but I will not allow you to starve yourself. You will also indulge on special occasions, more often if you like, but you are required to eat dessert with me on holidays and vacations. You will learn to balance your diet on your own, but until then, I will make sure you get sustenance.” Giving her these explicit instructions makes me feel better. She better not defy me, or we are going to find out how much she likes spankings.
Charlotte’s eyebrows raise in shock. “I can’t eat three times a day plus desserts, Javi. I’ll weigh three hundred pounds if I do.”
It doesn’t go unnoticed how she shortens my name, and I smile, finding it inoffensive; in fact, it feels… affectionate.
“Then you will weigh three hundred pounds, Carino, but you will not starve yourself on my watch. I will also get Isabelle to order you some vitamins. You need to be on prenatal vitamins anyway. Besides, as long as you are happy and healthy, I don’t care what you weigh.”
That’s true. I don’t care what she weighs as long as she’s willing to grow old together and raise our babies with me.
“You can’t be serious. No way would you be married to a three-hundred-pound fat woman and be happy. You say that now, but if you keep feeding me, I’m going to be worse than I am now.”
Grabbing her chin, I squeeze. “Stop putting yourself down. You are perfect. There will be no more of that, and you won’t ever hear that shit coming from my mouth. I’m going to kill anyone else who makes you think you are less than perfect.”
Standing my woman up, I get up from the table to lead her to our bedroom. After undressing her and placing my shirt on her so that she smells like me, I put her in bed, placing the covers over her and making sure she’s comfortable.
While taking a shower, I’m inundated with thoughts of my soon-to-be wife, and I’m so aroused I want to reach down and jack myself off, but I don’t. However, if I don’t get some relief soon, I won’t be able to control myself, and I want to make our wedding night special. Charlotte saved her virginity to give to her husband, and I want to honor that and show my appreciation of the gift she’s bestowing on me. I go back to bed in nothing but boxers and pull her to my chest, wrapping my arms around her and holding her tight.
The feeling of her in my arms is something I can’t describe. She belongs with me and to me. It just feels right.
Rubbing my other hand down her soft, velvety skin as her eyes close, I whisper, “Just a few more days and you’ll be mine.”
Once I know my woman is sleeping, I reach over and pick up her cell phone that is laying on the bed. Then, I download an app that will copy everything from her phone including texts and direct messages to mine. I’ll even be able to eavesdrop on voice calls.
Spying on Charlotte is the last thing I want to do, but her father is not someone I trust, and he’s already shown he’s willing to manipulate and use her to get what he wants. I need to ensure he isn’t plotting anything underhanded.
The one thing I will never be able to forgive is betrayal. I can deal with a lot but any woman in the Cartel world who betrays their husband must be dealt with to protect the organization. If they betray you once, you can never trust them, and I won’t allow Charlotte to leave no matter what. I’m in too deep. I need her like I need oxygen to breathe.
Now I need to make sure she’s as addicted to me as I am to her. That and pregnant. Pregnant with my baby will definitely be a plus.