Javier
Chapter 12
Javier
I knew that it wouldn’t take long before Charlotte’s father, the asshole detective, would be making contact. While she was out shopping with my grandmother, I had my tech crew come in and install cameras. I wanted to know what was going on, but I also want my woman protected from my enemies.
Knowing her father is a slimy fuck, I’m still shocked when he not only comes by her work, but brings the asshole ex, and has plans for her to still marry the fucker.
What sets me off most is seeing them choke her, grab her by the arm, and slap her. My hands are clenched, and my nails are digging into my palms. How dare he bring that stupid fuckboy into my girl’s shop and not only tell her she’s still going to marry him but try to make her betray me?
I was disappointed to hear that Tillie has been undermining Charlotte’s business. Despite mentioning that I’ll kill her for doing anything like that, Charlotte never said anything. She never came to me for help. That has to change. My woman needs to know that when she needs help, I’m the person she can come to. I’m going to fix the mess her friend made and make sure her business is safe.
It makes my heart swell to hear Charlotte say she won’t spy on me or get evidence for her father. She knows I’m not a good man but just because her father wears the uniform of law enforcement, it doesn’t make him good either.
Knowing they are both working against me, and her father even physically choked her and threatened to kill her, means I need to move the wedding up. No one is ever going to touch what’s mine again. I’m going to protect her from these two cunts if it’s the last thing I do. We can’t afford to wait, and I’m not going to have him at the wedding interfering. Charlotte is mine, and she’s going to say I do. I will kill anyone who tries to stop it from happening.
I decide to watch my fiancée over the next couple of days, test her and see if she looks for evidence to help her father.
During dinner, I sit her on my lap and feed her once more. I also give her the wine that I bought for this special occasion. As Charlotte eats the fajitas full of chicken and vegetables, fresh tortillas, and salad, she takes sips of wine. Her eyes start to grow heavy. The sedative is starting to take effect.
I graze her arm with my hand, and she flinches. Looking down, I lift the sleeve of her dress. The bruise on her arm sends my heart pounding. I want to go kill her father and her fuckboy ex. How dare they put their hands on what doesn’t belong to them?
The red mark around her throat has faded. Still, it’s unacceptable for anyone to put their hands around my girl’s throat except me. She’s tried to cover up the red handprint on her cheek by using darker makeup. It hasn’t worked. I’m tiptoeing around the fact that I know they hurt her. The cameras I’m using to spy on her will be obvious if I bring it up. I also want Charlotte to eventually come to me and trust me. It should be us against them, not her trying to handle things on her own.
“I’m so tired. I think I need to go up and go to bed early tonight, Javi.”
Leaning forward, I place a kiss on her forehead. “Charlotte, is there anything you want to tell me?”
I see a flash of fear in her eyes as she quickly hides it and looks away from me. “No, why would you ask that?”
“No reason. Let me carry you up to bed.”
“I can walk, Javi,” Charlotte says, her words starting to slur.
“You could but you don’t have to, my love.” I almost give too much away with my words.
Carrying Charlotte bridal-style, I hold her to my chest as I climb the stairs to our bedroom. By the time I pull the covers down and place her on the bed, she’s completely out.
Lifting my phone to my cheek, I call the doctor we use since we can’t always go to the hospital. “I’m ready. Come in and place the tracker. Don’t forget to give her the injections. I want Charlotte pregnant on our wedding night if possible.”
When the doctor arrives, I let him into our bedroom, and he walks over, puts his bag down, and goes to pull the covers off my sleeping beauty. The moment his fingers graze her skin, a bitter taste of jealousy mixed with white-hot rage fills my mouth, a toxic cocktail of emotion.
“Stop! Don’t touch her.”
“Jefe, you said you wanted me to place a tracker. I can’t do that without touching her.”
I know I sound like a fucking lunatic, but I can’t let another man, even a doctor, touch her. She’s mine.
“I’ll be the one touching her. You will only do the injections. Any part of your skin that touches my wife will be sliced from your bones.”
The doctor looks at me with fear in his eyes, and as he reaches out with a syringe, his hand trembles. I roll Charlotte to her stomach and lift her hair off her neck.
The doctor places the syringe in the back of her neck and injects.
Feeling relief that her tracker is in place, I kiss the back of her neck and focus on our next task.
“Where do we put the fertility drugs and how soon will they start working?”
“In her backside, and they should become effective within the next twenty-four hours,” he states clinically.
“No.” There’s no way in hell he’s touching her ass.
“Boss, I can’t give her the fertility drugs without touching her.”
“Hand me the fucking syringe.” I pull her panties down just a couple of inches and face her away from the doctor, using the sheets to keep her covered. Slowly but methodically, I clean her skin with an alcohol wipe. Pinching the skin, I inject the plunger into her.
Handing the alcohol wipe and syringe back to the doctor, I allow him to pack his bags and leave.
My sweet girl is sleeping peacefully and has no idea that her future is set in stone. Her father and ex can try to manipulate the situation, but I’ll always be one step ahead of them.
I drop a quick text to my grandmother, letting her know the wedding is happening the day before it’s planned. We can go to the church and meet with the priest without all the pomp and circumstance; no one else needs to know. The marriage will be legally binding and consummated before anyone has a clue.
This woman is the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, and I can’t stop myself from running my rough calloused fingers over her velvety skin. My jackoff session tonight is going to be up close and personal.
My cock is so hard it aches. Releasing it from my pants, I run my hand root to tip a couple of times, trying to get relief. Just looking at Charlotte makes me leak precum like a teenager. Looking down at her skin, knowing this beautiful girl is mine, I try to give myself some relief. Waiting for our wedding night is killing me.
Squeezing and jerking my cock, I use the precum leaking out of me as lube and jack myself off until I blow my load. With a groan, I release it on my beautiful wife-to-be, covering her in my essence. Using my fingers, I massage my cum into her smooth skin.
I know I won’t be satisfied until she smells and tastes of me.