She didn’t have any family, either.
And while she wouldn’t win first place in a beauty pageant, she was far from homely.
She was, however, a literal genius.Her university scores placed her near the top of her class.
In fact, Abundio preferred her rounded curves and quick wit to the vapid, buxom beauties he’d already met.
After inviting her to stay for a long dinner and discussing his proposal with her in more detail, he made her an offer and gave her a week to think it over.
She took three days before agreeing.
This was the only thing that could divert Abundio’s attention, which was currently split between working, his quest to locate Jake and Carl Peterson, and finding out more information about Ray Dorland.
But in Abundio’s opinion, the distraction Jacinta provided was well worth it.
It took Abundio’s attorneys a week to draw up the papers.After Jacinta looked them over and signed them, a priest married them.
Because she was, much to Abundio’s shock and delight, a good Catholic virgin.He didn’t even mind her insistence on visiting her new church closer to their home almost daily for confession and attending at least one mass a week.
And as Abundio set about the business of teaching her his business—and taking plenty of blue pills so he could fill her as often as possible—he quickly realized she was the perfect choice.He had offered her the option of this being a marriage in name only and use IVF, but she wanted to do it the natural way.
There were no lies between them in terms of what this was—a business arrangement.She was eager to learn his business, and he was secure enough with his ego to allow her to use toys in bed to help finish her off once his part was completed.
He was a realist—she would be producing an heir for him, he was entrusting the future of his company to her, and he didn’t want her to be unhappy.
The agreement was structured in a way that she couldn’t cash out after he died.She had to run the business and teach their child how to run it so they could take it over once they were of age.Girl or boy, at this point Abundio didn’t care.He wasn’t picky.
He wanted to ensure his legacy, and to do so in a way to guarantee that he wouldn’t be fucked over again.
Abundio also understood that, upon his death, she would likely wish to marry again.His paperwork and revised will also covered that.Any future spouses were entitled to exactly zero assets that she did not herself accumulate on her own outside of his business.The business, house, other personal properties, those would pass through her to their children.
Likewise, the children could not cut her out of the company.She would, at minimum, receive a guaranteed salary, should they decide upon reaching adulthood that they did not wish her to remain in charge.Living expenses and comfortable housing would also be paid for.She would have to make all future partners sign a prenup, making them ineligible for a cash settlement or alimony from her.
She could, of course, care for future children who weren’t genetically his, and he made allowances for that.But cumulatively, they would never be allowed to have a controlling share of the company.Unless they were children conceived from his stored seed via IVF.In that case, Abundio would be listed as the legal father, not her husband.And every child she bore and wished to claim as Abundio’s would undergo a paternity test to verify they were his and eligible to receive an inheritance from the estate.
In their paperwork, he also made a stipulation that, for the length of their marriage, she would not be allowed to have male lovers.If she were discreet, she could take a female lover.Not that he believed she would, but he gave her the option.
All of this he’d laid out to her at their first meeting.He suspected that she would likely never marry again, shrewdly preferring partners she could jettison as needed who wouldn’t interfere with her career running the business or try to insert themselves between her and her children.
Because she absolutely wanted children.She’d grown up alone, raised by her now-deceased abuela, and her dream was to achieve a lucrative career where she could have the children she longed for and still work.
Well, this arrangement solved all problems for both of them.
And she was, also to his delight and happy surprise, quite feisty.She’d grown up learning how to defend herself.Armando reported that she was quickly becoming an excellent marksman.They would be careful with the self-defense lessons, of which she already knew some basics, so as not to harm the baby.
Abundio had even told her she could sleep in her own room if she preferred, but she insisted on sharing his bed.
One morning, enchanted by her smile, he stared at her during breakfast where she sat to his left at the small four-person table.
A smile he could tell was sincere, not merely put on for his benefit.An easy, free smile.
“Why are you so contented with our arrangement, sweet?”he asked.
Her smile broadened.“You’ve literally made my dreams come true.I get to have a career, children, and I will never again want for anything.I will miss and mourn you when you pass.But let us say you live another twenty years.That means you get to watch our children grow and they get to know you.And, using that number, I will still be in my forties.That is quite young.I would not consider my life over but just beginning.If I had not agreed to this, I might never have had a career or children.I certainly would not have settled for a husband who wished me to stay home and remain poor while raising his children so he can run around with his friends and whores.”
She cocked her head at him.“You are a man of your word.I will not waste time or tears wondering if you are sleeping around on me, because you will not be.”She reached out and gently touched his nose,boopingit.“And as for younger…considerations…” She blushed.“You have already bought me toys that I never dreamed could feel so good.At confession, the priest told me that such things between a husband and wife are perfectly acceptable and said I could enjoy it.And your body is warm, and you hold me.Should I feel the need for a stiff cock, we can sit together and order any shape or size I wish from a store, and you can have fun using it on me.”
Her playful smile looked adorable with her pinkened cheeks.
