Charming Husband

by Celia Crown

  The only one allowed to touch my balls is Malia with her soft little hands; I’d imagine her grabbing them as I cum inside her tight, little cunt.

  I never told that woman my plan to keep Malia with me one way or another, but if she wishes to fight me on this, then she will understand how I can make millions in one hour.

  I am not a tyrant in my field of work for nothing, and Rushkoff does fight me on where Malia belongs.

  It was a mere warning of what her father's company can reduce to with a command through a phone. She would be homeless and into the criminal juice system; I am not above using dirty tactics to frame her for murder to get her away from what’s mine.

  A phone call to a politician who likes to work on the dark side would send that woman’s world down a spiral, and I wouldn't lose sleep over it.

  I did tell her about the home as it was on my next list of people to call; the contractor was a spineless man who had no respect for his creations because he did not fight me when I demanded the home to be torn down by the end of the day.

  It was an impossible demand, but the contractor made the unreasonable command go through. The home was no longer standing but in rubbles, as I made sure to have their heads if any of Malia’s possessions were damaged.

  After the call to the contractor, I called up a judge to get an expedited warrant to look through the school system and the third-party loan company that delivered the money through her university account.

  Paying off the debt before her graduation and before the first warning after six months was odd, and the system flagged it as a potential breach of security. I had that resolved quickly before any emails can get forwarded towards her email; then the cancellation fee for the accepted loans that she had for the following semesters was also paid in full.

  I could tell she was a struggling student as I have looked through her entire report of her life. Her financial statements were low due to insufficient balances in her account, and it’s one of the reasons why she isn’t eating much with the amount of food I present to her.

  She lived off instant and canned foods that don’t have nutrition in them, but she had to make do with what she had.

  Malia doesn’t need to worry about her next meal anymore; I will be providing her with the most nutritious food for her during all three meals.

  The final call was to the university. I kept it short with an eye on the time as I plan on surprising Malia with a delicious dinner that I have been prepping, and I look forward to having her eyes light up when she sees me.

  The university had done last-minute changes before, and this was not out of the norm for students to raise any eyebrows. Though professors that are vocal might make a big deal about it, I can rest assure that the university will silence them with the donation that I made for new computers.

  If the university is incompetent as to keeping the teachers silent, then I will have to step in with more unapproachable options that will silence them for good.

  A little strong-arming is expected when I deal with difficult clients.

  There can only be one man in charge, and it will always be me.

  When that is all done, I leave for the kitchen that was on the other side of my manor. Knowing that my Malia is still in her room puts my heart to rest, but if she knew how I could tell where she is all the time, then she will be frightened and most likely disgusted.

  I have security cameras in her room.

  I drew the line at the bathroom where she needs the most privacy. My gray morals were a bit whiter when it came to the bathroom as I do not wish to stoop too low, but I have already breached her safety in my own home for my own benefits.

  Who is it to say that the bathroom is off-limits when this is my own property, I can do however vile things as I want.

  I haven’t lost all the humanity in me.

  Not yet.

  The more Malia spends time with me, the more I seem to rely on instinct. What little pride I have in me is about to shatter into nothingness when she shows up at the kitchen with her adorable little smile and those tiny feet shuffles.

  I put down the knife in my hand and wipe it clean with a kitchen towel. I wish I could wash my hand to touch her; she can't have raw food near her, or her immune system will fight it.

  I couldn’t purposely get her sick; there are other means to keep her happy, and I happen to be in them.

  “You should not be in here, my love.”

  Malia grins, sheepish and beautiful. “I just wanted to see you.”

  “Oh?” surprise laces in my voice as a pretty blush washes over her cheeks.

  “I-I mean, just to see what you’re doing!” she squeaks with a shuddering breath, “You were in your office for a long time, so I thought something was wrong.”

  “I was confirming tomorrow’s meeting,” I comment slightly.

  I do have a meeting tomorrow with two of my clients; they are brother and sister that always come to my manor to buy wine. The brother and I are not acquaintances; he is merely a foolish client who thought he could introduce his sister to me as a way to push us together.

  I have no interest in that woman just like Katerina Rushkoff.

  She seemed to be fixated on me, a bit too overbearing with her constant attention and pressure to take her on a date.

  I have told her multiple times that I was not interested in her, but she is stubborn with a spoiled mindset that I was a man who will be her significant other.

  “I can stay in my room again,” Malia offers out of the goodness of her heart.

  Her gorgeous red hair flutters when she tucks a strand behind her ear, “You should always take care of business first.”

  “I was thinking, my love,” I intervene gently while making sure her eyes are on my green ones.

  She loves them; I often catch her eyes, and she would take a moment to notice that she is being watched rather than indulging in her own world.

  It would only be fair for me to return the favor by staring back; she is the one that wanted to gaze into my eyes with such a dreamy expression on her face.

  “I would love for you to join me.”

  Malia cocks her head in confusion, eyebrows curling and lips frowning. “But it’s private.”

  “It is,” I nod, “I believe it would expose you to my world.”

  She will have more chances to experience that in the future, but I need to bring her in one step at a time to make sure I don’t overwhelm her with the intensity of my business.

  The clients that I have to deal with are colorful characters, and once they have had a couple of drinks in their system, they can be belligerent.

  It’s also how they are willing to sign anything I give them. As a lesson to never make a fool out of themselves in my home, I used one of the drunken men as an example to my other clients with a stack of signed legal papers that sold his company to his rival.

  It was expected to have backlash but taking care of the fool was such an easy feat that it was almost tedious.

  “Would you rather stay in your room? I would not force you to come with me,” I remark kindly, a smile displaying on my lips when she thinks over it.

  A little push is needed in this situation, “I do not wish to restrain you to your room, and I thought this would be a great time to be with each other.”

  Her cheeks flush more brightly as she stutters incoherently for a while before relenting to my insistence.

  “Okay,” she mumbles, “I want to spend time with you too.”

  That admission is music to my ears, and I suppress a growl of possessiveness; her raw beauty extends far beyond her appearance, and it’s the gentle soul that ensnared my dark and sinister one.

  “Good,” I happily smile as she fidgets with her little fingers.

  “I want you to take this up to the roof and wait for me there,” I say as I point towards the bowl of freshly cut fruits and a cup of cold whipped cream.

  Malia’s American taste needs the richness of the cream to satisfy her tongue,
and I would be happy to provide more if she’s naked and ready for me to devour her.

  I clear my throat, shifting my legs to try to hide that straining bulge that has become too apparent in my pants. I have chosen the wrong day to wear a pair of tight pants, but her eyes are trained on my twitching cock.

  My keen eyes catch the shiver doing down her arched spine and that subtle wiggle of her hips. I am willing to place a high bet that her pussy is soaked with sweetness.

  It’s such a waste to not drink it up; not a single drop should go wasted.

  “Okay, but hurry,” Malia turns her head back to me but spins around quickly when her eyes landed on the massive tent in my pants.

  Her little feet take her out of the kitchen towards the direction of the roof that I showed her a couple of days ago.

  Good food takes time to make, but I have never wanted to quicken the process than right now. The staffs have the rest of the night off, and I have made it clear that we were not to be disturbed. The entire manor is off-limits unless I have given permission, and only my butler has the authority to roam in the manor to make sure everything is running properly.

  He is an efficient and quiet man that does his job. I never have to worry about him having ulterior motives as his only job is to take care of the manor and me when I need him for something.

  I am not an incompetent man, and I like doing things with my own hands, but it is nice to have help once in a while as I am caught up in work.

  Dealing with staffs and the manor is undesirable when I have a multibillion-dollar company to run. However, I love to make the wine myself when it is a special request.

  The more restrictions and detailed outcomes that the wine should have meant more money; it can range from one million per bottle to more than five, depending on the time and the client's specifications.

  I finish cooking and plate the food with decorative sides around it before covering the hot food with lids.

  Malia is already sitting on a laid-out massive cushion on the ground to mimic a picnic that she had mentioned one day offhandedly, but I could hear the desire in her voice that she wants to experience this under the stars.

  I wouldn’t be her future husband if I couldn't fulfill her wish.

  I lay the food down on the ground where she’s bouncing on her knees as she’s surrounded by pillows that are stopped by metal borders that resemble a bedframe. This date is a mixture of the bedroom and picnic theme; both are strategically planned for her mind to ease into the thoughts of domesticity.

  “It’s so pretty out here!” she exclaims excitedly with a clap.

  Malia has only been up here during daylight time, but nighttime is vastly different with a sight that oversees the entire city while having a haunting backdrop of the maze that she had gotten lost in. On the other side of the manor are just fields of emptiness and wide forest, and I chose this place to build this home for the sake of privacy and solitary.

  Manipulating people is amusing, but I need time to myself and away from the busy outside life.

  “You are more beautiful,” it’s a compliment that easily slips out without a single thought.

  With her, there is no planning, nor is there ever going to be anything ingenuine. There might be some twisted truth, but she doesn’t need to know what I would be willing to do for her. It’s best for her to remain in the dark. I wouldn’t want my hard work to go down into the drain.

  I have no problem winning her over with my abilities, and if the time comes, I will lie my way into her heart again because I cannot stomach the thought of losing her.

  Malia is mine.

  “Y-you’re pretty too.”

  It’s an awkward statement that clumsily tumbles out of her lips, and she flushes brightly. My heart swells with adoration as I chuckle at her peculiar wording. I will accept every compliment she throws at me because I know they are from her heart.

  None of them are scripted, and she isn’t trying to win me over for any favors. Malia is one true soul shrouded in the sunshine and golden pureness.

  “That didn’t come out right,” Malia winces with a sheepish smile.

  “Thank you, my love,” I say, and I take it either way.

  “What did you make?” her eyes move down to the covered plates.

  I put my hands on the lids and lift them up to watch the surprise take over her face, “I recall you miss this.”

  The scent of grilled meat and salty potatoes fills the air, but her gleeful squeal ruptures the peaceful atmosphere. Her giggle is contagious as I smile with her; her happiness is overflowing, and she can’t contain the bliss on her face.

  The plates are filled with two cheeseburgers and a handful of fries that are covered with a drizzle of a sauce that I had to dive into the schematics of.

  It was supposed to be a secret recipe from a restaurant, but one phone call cannot stop me from bringing this sauce to life. It took a while to get used to it, but it is quite delicious in a very American sense.

  My French preference had to step aside to compromise for the additional new sensations that I had felt when I was experimenting with this sauce.

  “You made all these from scratch?” her amazed tone has her lips opening wide in awe.

  I love that look aimed towards me.

  “I would never feed you food that is doused in chemicals.”

  During my research in foods that are popular in the States, there were scholarly articles that had done testing of food to determine their safety levels even if the FDA had passed them. Many of them have preservatives for refrigeration to make them last in the frost for months.

  I cannot comprehend how my Malia is alive after all those chemical intakes.

  It is frankly a miracle that she did not have internal organ complications from having fried food frozen and then refried for consumption.

  It’s another reason why she cannot go back to the home in the States. She’s going to get killed sooner or later, from the road rage drivers to the unsafe food regulation.

  “Can I?” Malia points down on the juicy burger that I have made with premium beef.

  Cheese is top-quality with the vegetables harvested on the same day while I had used a machine to kill off the bacteria that lingered on the leaves and the tomatoes. My Malia will not be bedridden from Escherichia coli or bugs that live off the greens.

  I am willing to go the extra mile and use the extra money to bring the best to her.

  We eat in silence; she’s enjoying my food too much to let her mouth rest even for a moment. I take my time to taste the flavors while mentally pointing what could be better next time, and we finish the food in record time.

  I tend to intake my food slowly with a cup of coffee or warm tea but seeing her devour her food has caused me to eat mine faster.

  One thing leads to another; she’s laying on a pillow with big eyes gazing up in the stars. I had pushed the plates and unfinished fruits away with the drink cast to the side. I will have it picked up in the morning when we return.

  I fully intend on staying up for the night because after counting stars, Malia’s eyes are slowly dropping.

  Boldly, I slip an arm under her waist and pull her towards me while I press my nose to the back of her head. Her plump ass nuzzles on my hard cock, gently rocking and rolling her hips to find the most comfortable place while I take the assaulting pleasure with a muted groan.

  She’s out of it before she notices that she’s in my arms, but I stay awake to kiss her pretty lips.

  They are soft and yielding to the pressure that I put on as she mewls softly.

  Not yet, I tell myself while setting a stern sneer on my face.

  It would be so easy to take her clothes off and take her virgin cunt with my fat cock, but I want her awake and begging to be fucked.

  Soon.

  Chapter Seven

  Malia

  Could they be considered associates of Kace?

  I can tell right off the bat that they were related by their similar feature
s, but they were the polar opposite.

  While the woman comes off strong and slightly on edge the moment I walked in with Kace, the man was similar to a puppy in terms of his round eyes gazing at Kace with adoration and worship.

  Something is off about him, but I can't tell what it is as he’s too focused on Kace to see me attached to his side. I prefer it that way; I can observe them while being practically invisible since Kace is a force that steals the attention of every eye in the room.

  Kace keeps me at his side, but he does not introduce me as the three of them dive straight into today’s reason for the meeting.

  The woman would not stop glaring at me, and I’m afraid she’s going to singe my eyebrows off, and her brother isn’t any better. He’s looking at Kace with such childish wonder in his eyes that it comes off as creepy and borderline selfish for reasons that aren’t clear to me.

  It’s like he’s trying to win over Kace with his loyalty, but by now, he’s seeing me as a threat to that goal because Kace has his attention split between me and him.

  The hand in my hair feels nice; the message is a bonus for which I’m willing to keep quiet just so I can feel this good. I hope I’m not making any faces at them; that would be extremely inappropriate.

  “Review this contract and sign at the line if there are no more questions,” Kace says as he pushes the stapled papers towards the man.

  He sits in front of Kace while the woman faces me with a poisonous glare, and I have been avoiding her deadly eyes for a while now. At some point, I would have to look at them to say goodbye as it’s the proper thing to do.

  I take a breath and look up with Kace’s hand in my hair, and I want to know if this is professional for him to be touching me like this. He doesn’t seem to mind, and nor did the brother, but then I thought I saw his sister nudge him, and he turned to glare at me for the rest of the meeting.

  It just got weird then.

  I freeze as I get caught by the eyes of a woman who is silently fuming smoke from her head, and it’d be a shame to mess up that really nice hairstyle that I don’t doubt for a second that she had professional help for.