The Life She Couldn't See

by ChaShiree M.

  The Life She Couldn’t See

  A Birds Of Paradise Novel

  ChaShiree M.

  Copyright © 2019 by ChaShiree M.

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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  To Evangeline and J Angel. I refuse to get in the middle of this. Have at it girls. LOL

  To everyone out there convinced your future has alluded you. There is still time. Open your mind, heart and soul to the possibilities. There is love for everyone. Be ready.

  Contents

  Special Note

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Acknowledgments

  Coming Soon

  Special Note

  If you have read this series from the beginning, then you know the subject matter can be serious and quite upsetting. Though these stories are about love, and family and let’s be honest, all the naughty stuff we all love, it is also a bit of drama.

  This book is no different. I want to warn you. Triggers may apply. There are elements of wanting something you think you can’t have. Violence involving women and descriptions of malicious content involving young girls.

  If you are looking for butterflies, cotton candy and rainbows only, this story is NOT for you!!

  If you want a story that offers everything, love, drama, violence, family and steamy hot sexy times continue. Kea and Colton would love to meet you.

  Safe. No cheating. Not with other people after meeting. Virgin h. Celibate H for years.

  Prologue

  Colton

  She doesn’t know I watch her. That I have been watching her for the past six months. It’s the way it should be. I spent ten years in the service. Seven of those were in special ops and not your average everyday special ops. I was in the kind that doesn’t exist. Yeah, now you get the picture. I am trained to go unseen. To be invisible. A ghost. She doesn’t even know I exist. But as soon as this is over, or maybe even before…. she will.

  My angel. My little one. She doesn’t know that her smile guides my way through the darkness I have shrouded myself in. How would she react if she knew her laugh and love of life are the very things that give me the air I breathe? Would she invite me into her space if I told her that I live to share her optimism and brightness? Would she blush if I told her that her body is made for sin? Her ass is the stuff men jack-off to. Would she give me a chance if she knew the things I wanted to do to her? Some of it is clean and worthy of her grace. The majority of it is dirty, meant to taint and sully her so we match.

  She is all flowery cushions of luxury. And those tits. Man, those tits make my hard ass want to fluff and snuggle deep in them. There is nothing about my size 16 woman that I don't want under, over, and in front of me. Whether she knows it or not, she is all MINE. As soon as this shit storm is over, I am going to claim all of her. Every last soft inch.

  I found her by mistake. I will keep her no matter what.

  Chapter 1

  Kea

  Not in a million years did I expect to be kidnapped, held captive, and then rescued all within a few days.

  My day started off the same as always. I got up, got ready for work, and drove to my job. My job was the same as ever. Stressful. Being a social worker is something I love. Don’t get me wrong, but it takes a toll on a person. Kids are my passion and making sure they’re safe is my mission. Walking to my car, I bent down to pick up the keys I dropped. The last thing I remembered was a hand covering my mouth.

  Waking up in a warehouse is scary, but it’s also perplexing. Well, at least initially. When I finally came to, the person standing in front of me is a freaking brickhouse. The man has to stand at least 6’5” and weigh about 275lbs. Standing with his legs shoulder length apart, he looks like an overgrown steroid induced giant G.I. Joe. Not to mention, he is sexy as heck.

  His skin is the color of the golden sun and even from across the room, I can tell his eyes are the strangest color of blue. Blue is an understatement. It's more of a teal blue. I have never seen eyes like his and I greatly feel as if I can get lost in them. It makes me forget for a second that he is holding me captive. His face has a hard structure to it. It is as if his jaw is built from steel, with an upturned nose that doesn’t fit the rest of him. However, the overall consensus is if this were ordinary circumstances, I would be drooling all the way down my shirt. He is totally my type, but not. Do you know what I mean? He is the type of guy I would dream about, but the kind that are usually not into me.

  I am what you call a curvy girl. Or as some would say, BBW. I am 5’2’’, 200 lbs., and most of it is in my hips, thighs and boobs. The stomach I have totally earned, because I love cheese and pastries. Figure out how to combine the two and I am in even bigger trouble. But my boobs, those are a curse. Who the hell wants to walk around with watermelons attached to their chest all friggin day? Although they are a man magnate, let's be honest, it's only a certain type of man. It’s not the long-lasting kind either.

  Mmm…hmmm

  Oh crap. Right. Kidnapped. This happens to me often. I am what you would call ‘a glass half-full type of person.’ I try to find the positive in everything and I guess being stuck in this…. place with Arnold Schwarzenegger junior is no different.

  “Do you know why you’re here?”

  Holy crickets. That voice of his goes straight to my lady cave and now I can’t stop the downpour. His voice runs over me as if it’s the deepest darkest ripple from an ocean, at nighttime ... in layers. Hitting my toes and making them curl, before traveling up to my nether regions, and finally making it to my boobs. I can feel them hardening and begging to be in that deep dark booming voice box of his, as it slowly creeps up to my head lulling me into a false sense of security.

  Who the hell is this man?

  “No. I don’t know why I am here. However, I can take one guess and I bet it would be correct. My father.”

  “Good guess little one.”

  I can't stop the snort before it leaves my mouth. Seriously?!? Little one. Now I know he is crazy. There is nothing little about me. My mind quickly goes back to the reason we are here. Can you imagine living your whole adult life with the knowledge that your father wants to do you harm? Well, welcome to my life.

  “So, are you going to kill me now? Or do you wait for him to come to witness?” I ask with as much bravado as I can muster, because I refuse to give the bastard the satisfaction of seeing me weep. On the inside I am slowly dying, knowing that my father hates me so much he wants to kill me and my siblings. It is the only heartbreak I haven’t been able to talk myself out of feeling.

  I never gave much thought to how m
y end would come. It has been my practice to try not to allow negative thoughts in my mind, or at least stay there for long. But if I did give it a second, I always knew it would be my father that took my last breath.

  “Neither of those.” The giant says to me.

  I am all out of pleasant thoughts at this point. I start wondering when was the last time I spent any time with my brothers and sisters? When was the last time I told them that I love all of them?

  I don’tf notice he’s moved directly in front of me, until his fingertips raise my chin. I gasp at the proximity of him and the overall enormity of being this close to him. From afar he looks massive. Up close, he is positively mammoth. He leans in further and says in the sexiest Barry White voice I have ever heard,

  “I took you to save you. No one will touch you as long as there is air in my lungs. I protect what’s mine. And you, my luscious beauty have been mine for a long time. You just didn’t know it. Do as I say, and we will make it out of here alive. Then I will protect you with my life, for the rest of my life.”

  His? His.

  What the heck. I’d be lying if I said that didn’t somehow make me want to moan and say yes. But seriously, who talks like that to someone they don’t even know. I thought he was crazy a minute ago, but now I am pretty sure he is certifiable. It doesn’t matter if he is freaking gorgeous. And what does he mean by ‘long time and I never knew it?’ Maybe I should take my chances with ED.

  “I see your beautiful sunny mind working little one. Stop thinking and just feel. Do you feel like you’re in danger from me?” Shoot. And then he had to go and ask me for the truth. Darn it.

  “No.” All I could do is be honest at this point.

  “Good. Because I will never hurt a single hair on your beautiful body. Well, unless you ask me to.” He says with a smirk. Suddenly the heat in my body goes up, giving me the urge to fan myself. I refuse to give him the satisfaction.

  “What is exactly going to happen?”

  “I am going to explain to you what is going on. Then, I am going to untie you and trust you to listen to me. I know you are scared and confused, but you have to trust me. I only took you today, the way I did, because I found out your father contracted out for someone to take you and do God knows what.”

  “I don’t understand. How do you know all of this?” My father is extremely careful. He is not so careless that he allows someone to spy on him. For him to have this information, he had to be close to him. Too close.

  “One of my men infiltrated your father’s cult. We did a background check on him and everyone he is associated with and found out about you and your sisters. I had another guy follow you girls around for a while until we were sure you were just victims of his demented mind. We were tracking a trafficking ring and it led us to your dads’ compound. The guy I put in there, overheard yesterday, the contract he put on you. I had to take you, to keep you safe. While you were out, I took care of the other person. He won’t be a problem.” Holy shit! I don’t know what to do with that information.

  From here on out, we are going to take it a day at a time. OK? If you listen to me and don’t fight, it will all work out. Especially since at the end, I will get what I have been craving for the past six months.”

  I am almost afraid to ask. But apparently, I am a glutton for punishment because I do anyway.

  “And what is that?”

  “To sink my life into you so you can never walk away from me.”

  Holy hell. I just had to ask.

  Chapter 2

  Kea

  Shoot. As usual, I am running exactly on time, which also means I am running late. Phoenix's dinner party is in 30 minutes, and as usual I got waylaid at work. I’m not complaining, because I love my job and the kids, I save every day. But I hate being on time for anything. I like to be early.

  There is a need to see my surroundings, know what I am walking into, and being able to center myself before it gets underway. That’s how I am able to maintain my positive attitude. I avoid surprises in my life outside of work. My job doesn’t allow for the eventuality of variables, so I have no choice but to go in blind. The ability to stay in the know in my personal life is even more imperative.

  Finishing my hair and makeup, I grab my leather jacket, car keys and purse and head towards the door. Right as I pass the kitchen, I hear someone knock. Thinking it might be my elderly neighbor Lois, I pull the door open only to be greeted by a somewhat familiar man. A man that features in my dreams night after night and ends up in front of me more often than I like.

  “Colton. What are you doing here? I am on my way out.”

  “I know little one. You’re on your way to your sister’s house and I am going to accompany you. Do you have everything you need?”

  I can feel my mouth opening and closing, though I can’t seem to stop it from happening. It’s amazing and I have no idea how he always seems to know everything I have going on. And to be honest, I am not sure I want to know.

  “Colton, seriously. Why are you still here? I don’t need extra security. I already have plenty. Look out the window across the street, and you will see all the security I need. Now if you will excuse me, I have to go.” I try to step past him, and his arm shoots out successfully blocking my passage. I am essentially trapped between his hulking self and the wall.

  Being this close to his body is not good for my peace of mind. My senses betray me whenever he is around, and that is not something I can handle. Even now, I can smell him. He smells like sandalwood, spearmint, and pure unadulterated raw man. The hussy in me wants to lick every inch of him. I want to run my tongue all over him, exploring every inch of his body. All the way down to the steel rod, that seems to hone in on me whenever he is around.

  As if he knows where my mind is at, he leans down towards my face and neck to run his nose from shoulder to my ear. I hope he cannot see the shake that ensues, but feeling his breath touch my body is almost as erotic as the dreams I have of him.

  “What are you doing? Trying to see if I smell?” He chuckles, which annoys the hell out of me. Then the next thing out of his mouth would cause me to go and change my underwear if I had the time.

  “No, little one. I already know you smell good. You smell of strawberries and sunshine because you eat them all the time. Their fragrance is seeping out of your pores and because it’s the smell of the lotion and shampoo you use. But most of all, I know you smell like MY pussy, little one. To answer your question, no I wasn’t smelling you. I was scenting you.” Sweet Lord. My nipples tighten and become heavy with need. I am pretty sure I whimper a little. And though I feel mortified about my reaction to him, there is nothing I can do to stop it.

  “What’s the difference?” Because I honestly don’t know, and I need to say something to distract myself.

  “We will discuss it later. Right now, we have to go. Give me your keys so I can lock up, baby. Let’s go.”

  Before I can stop myself, or realize what I am doing, I hand him the keys. He’s sufficiently succeeded in distracting me. Jerk.

  The entire ride to my sisters, I sneak glances at him. When I do, I find that he is already looking at me. Look is too tame a word. Instead, it’s as if he is branding me with his eyes. He is trying to look straight through my heart to conquer, and I cannot allow this to happen. I turn to look out the window, while trying to pretend that his proximity is not causing a tidal wave of emotions inside me.

  “So, Kea, tell me how you’ve been since you returned home? Are you having any problems?” I peek at him from the corner of my eye. There is a smirk on his face, because he knows how it has been after getting back.

  Once he got me out of the warehouse, I fully expected for him to disappear. I mean, he did what he was sent to do. To my shock and secret delight, he stayed around. And I should probably say it is also to my annoyance. He will ‘pop’ up everywhere and at any time.

  The first few days after I returned home, I had to make numerous visits to the police station. There were
lineups, sketch artists, and statements to give. You name it, I did it. My sisters insisted I see a therapist a few times to make sure I wouldn’t go and off myself. He accompanied me to every one of those things.

  Initially, I wondered if he was suffering from guilt or some sort of obligation. Then I realized he was flirting with me. Which made me flat out angry. I don’t need him putting thoughts in my head of things that will never happen. Men like him don’t make happy lives with women like me. No matter how much we wish they did.

  “Kea. You ok?” He asks, bringing me back to the conversation.

  “I’m sorry. I was thinking about work. What did you want to know?” I really cannot remember.

  “I asked how have you been since you returned home? Having any problems?” Oh. Right.

  “No. Except, my sisters are driving me crazy and my brothers keep checking and double checking everything. It has been relatively quiet. Which is the way I like it. Everything has its place, ya know. No surprises.” I explain in my fashion.

  Expecting to see the look, and what I mean by that is the look of boredom every other date of mine displayed when I have given the same explanation in the past. Instead, when I look over at him, the only thing I see is adoration. I must admit his reaction confuses me, but it also fills me with a warmth I want nothing to do with. Turning away from him, I go back to saying nothing and so does he.