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Back to work. I head over to the boathouse to check my shipment. Everything is in order. My loyal, determined staff is busy sorting and caring for the delicate cargo under my supervision. An hour later, I leave the boathouse, locking it behind me with the keypad.
I can’t stop thinking of Charlie. The way she jumps every time I enter the room, like I’m going to take a big bite out of her, but then runs the tip of that sexy little pink tongue of hers over her lips likeshewants to take a bite out ofme.
Doesn’t matter if she likes me or not, if she’s scared of me or not. She’s not leaving this island until the doctor has done a full exam on her. Dr. Williams will be here tomorrow.
The doctor is a friend of mine, a gynecological specialist from the city, tops in her area of expertise, which is researching fertility issues. She’s kind, smart, and her easy-going personality seems like a good fit for Charlie. Yes, I chose a woman on purpose. No man other than me will get the pleasure of laying eyes on her beautiful pussy as long as I’m in control.
And right now, I’m completely in control over her. She doesn’t leave until I say. It’s been made clear to the staff that every single one of her desires and wishes should be met, preemptively, if possible.
All desires save for leaving my island.
Unfortunately, my desire is to fuck her. Hard. From the back. Her on top. In the shower. On the dock. In the pool. In. My. Bed. Christen my bed, really, because I’ve never, ever had a woman here since I bought this place.
I’ve been too damn busy. And to be honest… no one compares to Charlie, do they?
Her sweet innocence, covered with a tough exterior, ready to handle whatever the world throws at her with pretty pink nails, perfect curls, flowery dresses, and pouty glossed lips, offering a tray of fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies to whoever she meets.
I called her on numerous occasions, both after the time we danced together and our alleyway rendezvous. I asked her out, several times. She turned me down, every time.
Now she’s here.
At my house.
In my care.
With absolutely no way off this island unless I say so.
I’ll get her checked out, make sure she’s okay, then send her on her way so I can focus on the work I’m doing for the family. Get back to my life.
That’s what I should do…
What Iwantis to tear those sweats off her pretty legs. Bury my cock in her. And impregnate her.
Yeah… there’s that. I’m not going to unpack that now, but now that I know it’s happened once, God, the thought of her pretty belly round, this time healthy and filled with my child… It does something to me, makes my cock throb but also makes this strange fire burn in my chest. Like I said.
Not going to unpack that.
I can’t deny the fact I’m getting a fucking kick out of the fact thattheCharlie Bachman is isolated on my island, completely powerless and under my thumb.
I’ll keep her as my guest. And I’ll behave.
For now.
9
Charlie
I waketo hazelnut and chocolate-filled crepes, powdered sugar melting on their tops, a bowl of fresh fruit next to the plate, and what looks like a latte filling a wide white mug, steam rising from its foam.
The very tall, thin, chipper, ginger-haired chef I remember being introduced to last night leaves me with a grin and a cheerful, “Bon appetit!”
“Thank you so much, Remy!” Remy, just like the chef rat from the kids’ movie,Ratatouille.“This looks amazing.”
I stretch my arms in the air, holding back a yawn. I give him a wave as he leaves the room. He’s not an enchanted candlestick or a talking mouse, but the man is magic. The first bite melts in my mouth, the sweet creaminess making me moan.
A short, curvy blonde comes to take the tray away. The Beast has so many staff members I tried to come up with a trick to remember each of their names. I remember her name is Ashely because of her ash-blonde hair, the same shade as my natural hair color before I became a brunette.
“Hey there, sleeping beauty!” She leans the tray against her cocked hip, her wide eyes focusing on me. “Did you have a good night?”
