“Should I make a run for it?” I ask Edward, still keeping my tone hushed. I’ve already spotted the two other exit points from the kitchen.
“Kitten, please don’t run from me. You've barely recovered from your last fall.”
Slowly I turn around to face my husband. Part of me wants to run so that he can give chase, but his worried expression keeps me in place. Besides, I’m probably already in enough trouble as it is…and I bet it’s going to be more than worth it.
Chapter 8
Salvador
I’ve been watching Jema since I got the alert that she left our wing of the house. I made sure to place cameras everywhere, but there’s a specific alert when the main door to our bedroom is opened or closed. As soon as I saw it, I began watching her.
Seeing her peek into the rooms upstairs and then decide on where to go was entertaining. Having her in my home and seeing her explore gave me a thrill of excitement. Especially when I thought of catching her.
“Come with me,” I say as I take her hand in mine.
Edward has the courtesy to glance away, but I don’t miss his small smirk. He’s taking pleasure in this newfound side of me, and I can’t say I don’t agree.
Without giving Jema a choice, I tug her along as I walk through the house and away from the basement. Seeing her get close to one of the entrances had the hair on the back of my neck standing up. There’s no way I can let her go down there. Not if there’s a chance she’ll find Joey. She could remember who he is to her and then remember that she’s not my wife.
“Where are we going?”
“We’re meeting with our lawyer, Watson.”
“Our lawyer?”
I look over at her as we make the turn down the long corridor that leads to my office. “Yes, the one who is in charge of our estate and family planning.”
“Oh,” she says in confusion. “Why do we have to meet with him?”
“Just a few quick updates.” Her eyebrows pull together in confusion, so I hurry to cover. “Since your accident, I realized that there were a few things that we never thought of. This is updating our wills to ensure that if anything like that happens again or happens to me that everything is taken care of and you don’t have to lift a finger.”
“I guess that’s a good idea,” she says while slowly nodding to herself. “Especially since I have no idea what happened before the accident.”
“Don’t worry, I’m more than happy to give you new memories to enjoy.” I wink down at her as I slide my arm around her waist and push open the door to my office with my free hand. “Now let’s get this taken care of so we can discuss your punishment afterwards.”
“What?”
The one word comes out in a squeak, and it shouldn’t excite me as much as it does. I don’t want her afraid of me, but her nervous excitement gets me so fucking hard.
“There she is,” Watson says in greeting, cutting off any other discussions Jema and I were going to have.
We step into my office, and I introduce them, telling Watson that Jema is still a little foggy on details. In reality, neither of them have met before, but luckily I pay Watson well to do what he’s told and not ask questions.
“Do you have the updated contract?” I ask, and he nods.
“All we need is a few signatures.” He smiles brightly as he opens a folder to reveal a stack of papers. They are already turned to the portions that are highlighted and where Jema needs to sign.
“Should I read over this first?” Jema whispers to me, and I stiffen.
“Of course, you can read every single page.” I reach out and graze my thumb along her jawline before leaning down and pressing my mouth to her ear. “But the longer we take to sign these, the longer you’ll have to wait for your punishment.”
She gasps slightly, then tries to cover it with a cough. “So just on the yellow line?” Jema asks Watson as she begins to scribble across the contract.
I run my hand up and down her back as she leans over my desk and signs page after page. Thankfully she’s not looking closely because I’m certain she wouldn’t sign it if she read what was on these pages.
As soon as I brought Jema home and fired all of my staff, I made a call to Watson and told him I wanted a marriage license and contract brought to the house immediately. Turns out there was a waiting period between getting the license and getting married even after I bribed a judge. Thankfully it’s all taken care of, and as Jema signs the last page, I breathe a sigh of relief for the first time since I met her.
She’s mine in almost every way. All that’s left to do is to claim her body. In the eyes of the law, she belongs to me, but breeding her is the only way to ensure that she can’t run. Getting her pregnant will bind her to me so tightly that if by some chance she remembers someone named Joey, it will be too fucking late. The only way to keep her is to make sure she’s bred as soon as possible.
