“Prince Albert? Isn’t that a…piercing?” She looks at my crotch.
“Yes. It is. My maid named him. She likes to bust my chops. But, I just call him Albert because he’s no prince.”
She does this little clap jump dance. “Please, I want to see him!”
I revel in her exuberance. She grabs my hand, tugging me in the direction of the squawking. I watch my seductive girl’s ass under the sheer fabric as we walk, her tiny bare feet so fucking cute, and I know I won’t last much longer not getting inside her.
My deliberate plan to make her wait is hurting me more than her, but I’ll never tell her that.
“What other secrets do you have?”
I smile, falling for her harder with every second that passes. I'm drowning in my depraved lust, sure, but there’s also a deep, emotional longing to experience all of life with her. Good and bad.
I want to know what it would be like to raise a family with her, to travel with her. To wake up next to her and take care of her when she is unwell. I want to live my entire life with her quickly, and still cherish every second and live within it for eternity.
I stop her at a door on the left, swing it open and do the introductions.
“This is Albert. He’s one of my few friends.”
Her eyes light up. “Tell me more.”
“I have a housekeeper, Alice, who storms in here every morning and scolds me about something I’ve done.”
I think back to how I’d suspected Alice of betraying me the night I found Chastity. I stormed back here, ready to fire her on the spot, but luckily she was already gone. By the time I next saw her, George had already recommended caution until we knew more and I’m glad he did.
Even so, I’ll pay for it the rest of my life. I treated her shitty that night and she’s not one to let me get away with anything.
Chastity chokes on a laugh. “Scolds you?”
“Yes. She’s the one who brought Albert to me on my thirtieth birthday. I’ve never introduced him to anyone else. It’s just me, Alice and her grandchildren when she brings them for a visit.”
Her giggle makes my cock jerk.
“Hello, Prince Albert.” She walks over to the enormous aviary that takes up half the room.
“Hello, asshole,” he replies, which makes her burst into laughter as I roll my eyes.
“Albert,” I scold, knowing it won’t make any difference. “Sorry, baby. He’s a grouch.”
“He’s perfect.” She looks at the brilliant red and green bird on whom I have come to love more than I’ll ever admit.
He spreads his wide red wings, flapping in a fury, then jumps over to a branch closer to where Chastity stands.
“Show off.” I shake my head as he bobs his up and down.
“Sucker.” The bird walks back and forth on the long branch.
“You tell me something about yourself now.” I want to know everything.
“I’m a simple girl.”
“You are not. You are complex, smart, beautiful, many things, but simple is not how I would describe you. Tell me about you when you were younger. How you grew up, your family…”
I walk over and open the small refrigerator against the wall, withdrawing a plastic bowl with cut up fruit, and take it to the caged opening on the aviary. I slide pieces of fruit through the bars, watching Albert fly over and start to eat.
“Growing up was fine. I was pretty happy for the most part. My mom was a nurse and we sort of grew up together in some ways. She was young when she had me. She always had my back. Pushed me but believed in me. She’s the reason I got the internship at Westwood.”
“Oh, how so?”
“A contest. The parameters were to come up with a product, show the need and then how you would market and advertise your new product to the world.”
“And, what was your product?”
“It was an idea for a service. Like a website for parents that were sick. They could leave thoughts, little videos, their history, messages delivered in the future for their children. So, when they were gone, there would be this sort of history as well as a way for the parent to still be a part of their children’s lives even after they passed away.”
“Wow.” I am taken aback by her sensitivity and the originality of the idea.
As I stare at her, my heart already knows there’s only one way out of this.
Til death do us part…
The consideration of marriage has never, ever been on my radar, but with Chastity I can’t imagine life without her. I’ll get a ring on that finger, my name attached to hers and our future laid out, even if I have to kidnap her and drug her to come on this supersonic ride into our forever.