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CHAPTER 7

RONAN

I apply for my hundredth job in one week, eager to find something. After I proposed to Elsie, I knew that I wanted to give my baby girl the best life possible, and for that, I needed a job that paid well while giving me enough time to spend with my future wife. I watch her sitting quietly in her room through the cameras, mesmerized by her lovely face as she knits her blonde eyebrows together, focusing on a math problem. Her blue eyes gaze around, not knowing that I’m watching her.

Her math exam is three days away and I’ve been tutoring her almost every day. However, we don’t get to do anything naughty since her parents are always in the house. We’re keeping the engagement a secret until I get a job but when I come to her room, Elsie always wears her ring and I hold her hand while we study together. Of course, most of our time is spent kissing and making out, but she’s been studying hard so that she can make me proud. Elsie will graduate in a few weeks and I can’t wait to make her my wife and be with her after that.

Going through my e-mails, I notice that a new one has popped up. Eagerly, I click it to find that one of the companies I applied for has invited me for an interview. Joy rushes through me, knowing that I’m one step closer to making Elsie my wife. I immediately fill the details out and schedule the interview for next week. Just as I slump back on the chair, I notice that Elsie disappears from the screen.

I take a sip of water and fill in more job applications. Before I know it, it’s time for lunch. I stand up and stretch, looking forward to grabbing lunch when I hear voices outside my door. The doorbell rings and I walk out of my room to get to the main door. When I open it, my eyes widen.

“Hi.” Elsie stands in front of me, wearing a blue crop top and shorts. Her hair is tied back in a ponytail. She smells of sugar and candy and looks good enough to eat. I grab her waist and pull her in, kissing her lips before she can say anything more. Our bodies mold together naturally, her soft tits pressing against my hard chest as she wraps her legs around my waist and gives in to my kiss. I taste her soft, sweet lips, sucking on them like I need them to live. I see her every day, and it’s like this every time. I can’t live without her anymore. It was stupid to think I could ever breed her and let her go. She’s my greatest obsession.

When I release her lips, coming up for air, she gazes into my eyes, her baby blues darkening with lust. “I got bored studying. I thought I’d spend some time with my fiancé instead.” She raises her finger, showing me her ring. My cock hardens with possessiveness, loving the sight of my future wife wearing my ring.

“Mmmm…you’re always welcome here, baby.” I kiss her lips, carrying her to my room with her legs still around my waist. I push her down on the bed and climb over her, my cock hardening at the sight of my beautiful fiancee. He clings to me, letting me push my hands under her top and knead her breasts through her bra. “God, you’re like a drug. I’m always dying for another hit of you.” I push her top up and suckle her nipples through the fabric of her bra. She moans in my arms, her hips grinding on my erection eagerly. Just as I grab at her waistband, my stomach emits a loud groan.

Elsie stops, her lips curving into a smile. I continue suckling her nipples, but she tugs at my shoulder. “You’re hungry.”

“I’m hungry for you,” I push her bra cups down and take one bare nipple between my mouth. She whimpers as I suckle her tip, squeezing her ass through her shorts. But when my stomach growls again, the moment is broken. “Damn.”

She smiles at me. “Go get lunch,” she says. “I can wait. I don’t want my future husband starving to death.”

Elsie is so sweet. I want her so bad right now, but I know I’ve been starving since morning and need to eat. “I’m sorry,” I say, kissing her lips lightly. “I’ve been busy applying for jobs all morning. I’ll go get some food. Do you want anything?”

“Some ice cream,” she says. “I need something sweet to revive me.”

I kiss her collarbone before climbing off her. “Wait here. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

She nods, watching me grab a hoodie and put it on. She lies there on my bed, pulling her bra up over her glistening nipples that carry my scent. She adjusts her top as I leave the room, watching her every step of the way.

I make a quick run down the street, grabbing some Mexican along with the ice cream Elsie requested. Hurriedly jogging back to my girl, I realize it’s been over fifteen minutes. There was a line at the ice cream place, but I couldn’t disappoint Elsie, could I? I unlock the front door with my key, carrying bags of food, a big smile on my face. Once I eat my lunch, I’m going to fuck Elsie all afternoon until she’s rejuvenated and sore.

But as soon as I open my bedroom door, I sense a shift in the air.

Elsie sits on my chair, scrolling my laptop, which I left open. Instantly, fear hits me.

“Elsie....” She turns and there’s hurt in her eyes. My eyes move to the image on the screen and my blood freezes. It’s a live video of Elsie’s room. One of the maids is cleaning it and she can see everything in clear detail. Next to the small window is a video player with a sex tape of me eating Elsie’s pussy, the one I filmed the first time I made her come. She watches the sex tape roll on, every moan and whisper clear.

“What is this, Ronan?” There’s distrust in her eyes, and I hate it. “Why do you have a video of us…making you…and why can you see everything that’s going on in my house?”

My fist clenches, realizing it’s time I told her the truth. I place the food bags on my bed and take a step toward her, but she suddenly stands up, backing off an inch. My heart drops at how scared she’s of me.

“Elsie, baby, listen to me. It’s not what you think.”

“You’ve been stalking me.” She licks her lips. “For how long? Are there other videos of us having sex?” Panic echoes through her skull, and I know she’s thinking of the worst-case scenarios. I rake a hand through my hair. “Answer me, Ronan.”

“Yes. There are other videos of us. Of you touching yourself in your room.” I exhale sharply.

“How? I didn’t even know I was being filmed.” There’s betrayal in her eyes and I know I fucked up.

“I put up cameras in your room,” I confess. “I just wanted to make sure you were safe.”

Elsie is shocked, but her hand clicks something else that pops up on the screen. She doesn’t read it, though, focused on me instead. “That’s why…that’s how you know I had those scars. That night when Bill tried to touch me…you came so fast…did you know because you saw it here?”

I nod. “I was furious he tried to touch my girl. I couldn’t stop myself from coming to you.”

Elsie covers her face with her hands. “Oh my god, how long has this been going on for?” Her blue gaze is cold as ice when it turns to me. “Are there cameras in other parts of the house?”

I don’t want to lie to her. “Two years. Ever since I started tutoring you.”

Her eyes go wide. “So, every time I…” She drags in a deep breath. “I touched myself, you knew?”

I nod. “I loved watching you call out my name when you made yourself come.” My voice is low and sexy, but she doesn’t respond to it. “Every morning, I watched you dress, and undress, and it made me feel like I was there with you. I wanted to be part of your life.”

“But…you always pushed me away. You said I was just a student.”

“You were underage, baby girl. I didn’t want to do anything you weren’t ready for.”

“So, what? You watched me instead?” She shudders. Her fingers slide over the mouse and she clicks another window and realizes I’ve bugged other rooms too. Her eyes move to the screen and she realizes I’m watching the hallway, George’s room, and her parents too. “Oh my god, you’ve bugged my whole house.” Her hands shake on the mouse. “What’s this?” She leans forward, reading the records of George that I have.

“Baby, that’s—” I stop short when she finds a video of George on the screen. I freeze when it begins to play, showing George kicking a boy. I’ve been gathering evidence of his bullying over the years. I’ve bugged him too and his regular visits to the Mulligan house have helped me get more information on him.

“This is…my brother…” She turns to me. “Why do you have videos of him?”

I grab the edge of the table hard as Elsie clicks another video of George and his friends getting drunk. She can see him forcing a new student to drink as he walks around, high on drugs. “Oh my god…what’s this?” Her eyes are accusing when they meet mine.

I want to lie to her, tell her it’s nothing, but I can’t lie to my future wife. I love her too much to deceive her. “Ronan….please tell me this isn’t what I’m thinking.” Her eyes flicker to the image of my brother on the desk and everything just clicks into place. My baby girl is smart, and right now, I regret it. “Wait a minute, you said your brother committed suicide because he was being bullied.” She turns to the screen and gasps. “It was George…he died because of George? The rich kid you talked about…” Elsie’s eyes begin to water, but she tries to keep a straight face, shaking her head. “Oh my god.” Her hands cover her mouth.

“Elsie, listen to me—”

She stands up, unable to look me in the eye. “The rich kid who bullied your brother…the only one who got away with it...it was my brother.”

The cat is out of the bag. I remain silent, unable to deny her. A broken sob escapes her lips. She assesses me as I stand quietly like a prisoner. When I take a step forward, she holds up her hand. “Let me get this straight. You came to my house because…what? Did you want revenge? You wanted to expose George for what he’d done?”

It’s then that I realize how strong Elsie is. Even as she watches everything crumble around her, she tries to think. It’s a side of her I haven’t seen before, but just one glimpse of her strength is enough to make me fall in love with her all over again.

“Yes,” I admit. “I was devastated after my brother’s death. When I found out George had driven him to take his life, I wanted revenge. I wanted to destroy him but nobody would listen to Mom or me. Your dad used a lot of money to bury your brother’s sins. All the evidence was gone before I could get to it.”

“So, you came to our house. You bugged my house so that you could expose George.”

“People like him don’t change. I wanted to get close to him so that I could destroy him.”

“And me? What about me? Was I just a convenient excuse to infiltrate George’s house.” She turns to the sex tape frozen on the screen and her mind churns again. She knows.

“I wanted to ruin you,” I reply. “Like he ruined my brother. I wanted to make sure your family never saw the end of the scandal you’d bring.” My fist tightens. “At first, the plan was to breed you, get enough sex tapes of you to destroy your family’s image, and leave you while you were pregnant with my child, but….” I pause, watching Elsie’s eyes fill up with tears. “I became obsessed with you. As I watched you every night, I felt a strange sort of connection to you. After I discovered your mom was hurting you, I was determined to get you out of that house. You’re nothing like the rest of them, and I know that now.”

“You were going to leave me once I got pregnant?” Tears fill her eyes. “So, I was just a pawn to achieve your revenge.” When she looks at me, I notice one tear rolling down her cheek. “Was…any of it real?”

“Everything was real, Elsie. It might’ve started out as revenge, but the moment I kissed you, I knew I couldn’t go through with it. My feelings for you are too strong, too real, and I couldn’t stop myself from falling for you. You’re smart and confident and sexy and loving, and any man would fall for you. How was I supposed to resist you? The day I came inside you, I knew I could never choose revenge over you.” My legs move forward and Elsie takes another step back. My heart breaks at her obvious distrust.

“I don’t believe this….” Her fingers intertwine. “If I hadn’t stumbled on your videos today, would you have continued lying to me?”

“I wanted to tell you,” I admit. “But after I asked you to be my wife, I forgot about it.”

“Forgot? You’ve been watching me every day, Ronan. Even moments before I came here….you were stalking me.”

Stalking. That’s an ugly word.

“I don’t want to lose you, Elsie. That’s why I didn’t tell you. Of course, I would tell you once we got married—”

“Once we got married?” she scoffs. “You’re just like my parents. Did you think I wouldn’t have any option once I was trapped in marriage with you?” She cries, brushing away her tears. “God, I was such a fool. I thought you really loved me.”

“I do love you,” I tell her. “And I’d kill myself before I ever made you unhappy.”

Elsie shakes her head. “I don’t trust you anymore, Ronan.” She reaches for the wedding band on her finger and pulls it off. My heart turns to stone when she places it on the desk. “I can’t marry you, not like this.”

“Elsie, baby…listen to me....” My body is frozen in place as she moves toward the door. I grab her before I can think, enveloping her in a back hug. My hands squeeze her body, hoping she realizes how much I want her.

“Baby, don’t go.” I hold her tight. “I love you.” My lips kiss the back of her neck and she shivers under me, responding to my kiss. “Tell me what I can do to make it okay.”

For a moment, she melts into my embrace, and I think she’s going to give me a chance, but then, her hands come to rest on my arms, and she says, “You’re hurting me.”

I let her go reluctantly and she turns around to meet my eye, one hand on the doorknob. “Don’t ever contact me again.”

And then, she opens the door and leaves. I’m left stunned, standing in place as I hear the main door lock.

Elsie is gone and it’s all my fault.

I sink to the ground, regretting the day I came up with this sick revenge plan. Back then, I could’ve never imagined that I’d find the love of my life in Elsie, the very woman I planned to destroy. Blackness covers my vision as I sink to the floor and let the first tear escape my eye.