Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Along with her own room, her husband had also provided her with a tablet she’d been able to use to surf the Internet, watch videos, and he must have some way of knowing what she watched. She loved watching skin care routines.
Grabbing her goodies, as well as her bag, she climbed out of bed and walked into the small en-suite bathroom. Lining up her precious bottles against the sink, she marveled at how pretty they looked. She refused to think of what she had back home as that was so minor. Her parents wouldn’t get her anything, even if she dared to ask.
She quickly used the toilet, washed her hands, and got started with the cleanser, all the way through to the sunscreen, to finish her routine. Her face felt lovely and soft, and she felt incredibly rejuvenated.
Once that was done, she walked back to the bedroom and made her way to the closet. There were dresses in many varieties of colors. Today, she opted for the pastel blue, along with a pair of flat shoes. She ran a brush through her hair, and when she was done, she left the bedroom and made her way downstairs toward the dining room. Her husband was nowhere to be seen. No one was around.
His staff tended to stay out of her way, and she hoped it wasn’t out of fear, or anything like that. She didn’t want anyone to be afraid of her. She would never try to get them in trouble.
Breakfast was already waiting for her at the table. She sat down in the chair he’d placed for her yesterday. She didn’t reach for anything, her nerves getting the best of her. The feelings she had only moments ago seemed to be replaced by that fear of getting hit.
Her father’s slap was always the hardest, but so too was her mother’s. They both enjoyed dishing out punishments, as did her brother. She rubbed at her temple and tried not to think about what was going to happen. Instead, she focused on now.
Her husband had told her she didn’t have to wait.
Her family was dead.
There wasn’t going to be any kind of punishment.
Her stomach growled. She was so hungry. Her hands clenched into fists.
They were dead.
They were not going to hurt her.
Trust him.
And then, she reached for a piece of toast, along with some butter. Sliding it across the bread, she took a bite, closing her eyes, as she chewed before swallowing. How could food suddenly taste so much better now that she lived with her husband? She still didn’t know his real name, if he even had one.
Morgan was onto her second slice of toast by the time he arrived. It was on the tip of her tongue to apologize for eating without him.
Her husband sat down, grabbed some toast, along with pieces of sausage and bacon, and began to eat. He didn’t say a word, and she couldn’t help but steal little looks in his direction. He seemed so sure of himself. She found it addictive to just watch him. He ran fingers through his hair, and then glanced toward her.
“Thank you,” she said.
He nodded.
“I know this is going to … sound strange, but what do I call you?” she asked.
He sat back and didn’t say a word.
She couldn’t help but avert her gaze and try to figure out what she was supposed to say or do. “I mean, do you have a name?”
“You know who I am,” he said.
“You want me to call you that?”
He chuckled. “As much as I find it funny to be called a Beast, Carver would be fine.”
“Carver?”
“Yes, kind of funny, isn’t it? If you think about it, I have been known to use a carver to deal with problems.”
She saw the smile on his lips and didn’t quite know what had entertained him, but she was surprised at how much she liked to see his smile. He had a nice smile.
She quickly looked away, and this time she grabbed a piece of sausage and took a bite. It tasted really good. The rest of breakfast was filled with silence.
Carver finished his meal, got up, and then placed his hands on her shoulders. She didn’t feel afraid or flinch from his touch.
“I’ll see you soon,” he said, kissing the top of her head.
She couldn’t help but look toward him as he left. He didn’t look back.
She had no idea who this man really was, but he intrigued her.
****
Carver flicked through the man’s wallet and saw no reason for him to have been placed as a lookout on his property. He knew Romone would put someone on duty to watch his home. The beat-up car had been so out of place, and it was obvious with the binoculars, as well as the constant cell phone calls, that he’d been paid to watch him.