I woke up with a start from another nightmare whose details were rapidly fading with the clarity of a new morning. I held my hand over my chest, trying to manually calm my racing heart as I reoriented myself with reality. I tried to stand, but instead of a cool sheet, my hands landed on warm flesh. Charles had sneaked into the bed while I slumbered. He was bare-chested and had a pair of shorts on that had bunched themselves as he slept, leaving his body exposed. While his mental state was a big dumpster fire from what I had seen, his physical state was the stuff of envy and legends.
There was no single part of his body that was not incredibly toned and defined. While he was significantly taller than most with a matching frame, he was on the leaner side of the scale. His elongated frame that had zero percent fat had me drooling. Even asleep, he still looked taller than me. My hands involuntarily moved to his face following an unformed thought from my heart. His skin felt as smooth as it looked, and I couldn't help tracing the smooth planes of his nose down to the contour of his lips resting on his cheeks.
His eyes fluttered open, catching me in the act. My hands remained frozen on his cheeks my my eyes widened in surprise like a deer caught in the headlights that were his golden brown eyes. I started stammering, trying to snatch back my hands, but he was faster, his large warm hands enveloping mine, holding them in place. He nuzzled against my palm, letting out a satisfied hum, and sexual tension that had not been present a second ago flooded my system, warming up my core.
"Let's get married," was the first thing he said to me.
Once again, I tried snatching my hand away, hoping to god that he was joking and knowing with an unshakable conviction that he was not. Even though the proposal was not a question, merely a command, he left no room for negotiation. He removed my hand from his cheek, captured my free one, and held them in a firm but gentle grip. I fought uselessly against his hold, but it barely registered to him.
"I don't want to get married right now. I just finished college, and I want to get a job and build a career first," I pleaded, knowing he was not going to change his mind.
"I can open a business for you; you just have to tell me what you want to do. If you want to work in an office, then my office is also available. I can offer you any position you desire, and you can also determine the salary that you believe is suitable. Just know that if I get married, then I will give you a monthly allowance of a million to your account in addition to a black card. If we have a child, then I will double both of those things."
"Sounds good," I said, and he finally let go of my hand in surprise. "I'll take the last option," I said, giving him a loud kiss on his cheeks.
He looked at me, bewildered. I ignored him, walking to the bathroom, needing to prepare for the day. He got over his surprise pretty quickly and got to the bathtub at the same time I did, having bounded over the bed and sprinting to my side. As I filled the tub with water, he disappeared for a second behind the built-in walk-in bathroom closet and reemerged with at least ten bottles of soap. He carefully added each kind into the bath, and the result was a milky water that smelled like what I imagined heaven to be. Once he was done, he stripped while I stood to the side watching him.
"What?" he asked, standing fully naked, unashamed in front of me.
"This is my alone time," I said, gesturing at the bathtub.
It was a useless excuse because his naked visage had my mind scrambling, trying to remember how it typically functioned. My humming body turned into a hive of bees, with my passion nearly overwhelming me. Sure, he was a full-blown psychopath with his own skeleton closet, but I was not that far off myself. I was better equipped to handle him now that he was older and wiser. From my previous experience and the little I had seen him achieve, I knew it would be futile to run away from him. He was filthily rich and could provide me with the life I wanted. I had slaved for far too long to actually want to labor, but he did not need to know that. As for love, it was no longer an emotion I was capable of feeling, and I liked it that way. He walked up to me and lifted the hem of my shirt. I lifted my hands, letting him pull it off my body, and we stood naked for a full minute, taking each other in.
"You can have your alone time some other time," he said before carrying me into the tub and seating me between his legs.
I thought it would have been a sexually charged birth, and although both of us were ready for it, judging by raging hard on. He kept the bath suitable for general viewing. He scrubbed my back and washed my hair and requested the same from me. Although I was wet both internally and externally, I kept my hungry hands and thoughts to myself. After scrubbing the rest of our bodies, he rinsed us off, maintaining physical contact with me the entire duration of the bath.
New clothes were laid out on the bed when we got out of the bathroom. The sequenced white gown immediately caught my eye. It looks suspiciously like a wedding dress. I have already organized everything at a small chapel not far from here. We will keep the ceremony simple and then go to the courthouse for our certificate before flying out to our honeymoon.
"Wait, today?" I asked my voice involuntarily, rising with panic. I thought he would at least take a week to bring it up.
"No time like the present," he said. What he meant was 'you are already mine, why wait?'