Her Cartel

VIII

              ~Corrine~

     "Dad youre retiring in two days" I looked at him with shock and confusion. My second father, raised as my father-in-law, would be leaving the business.

      Better yet, I can't get married in two days. What did I get myself into.

          "Yes princess I am and Ash is going to handle this place" he replied moving around me to slap his hand on Ashtons shoulder.

         I'm convinced this man didn't know my name.

          "Lovely if you don't mind can me and Ash talk about the wedding, I haven't had time to pick things sir" I smiled at him as he only nodded pretending to wipe away tears.

       I grabbed Ashton's hand and drug him to my old room. "WHAT THE FUCK IS HE TALKING ABOUT" I yell whispered at him.

    He grabbed my waist and smiled at me.

          "I get to marry you, run the business, get a huge house, get you pregnant, raise kids" he rambled on and on and on.

        He has lost his damn mind. Ash started placing small kisses on my neck. "It's finally happening remember when we use to pretend about this" he mumbled into my neck.

      As always he was warm. The soft kisses reminded me that no matter how much filth comes out of his mouth his lips will always be soft.

        Believe it or not at one point this was my dream. To be mrs. Ashton-Waters. Oh how glad I am that I grew out of that.

         " What color should our wedding be I'm thinking black I know it means the death of something but it's your color, so is red though" I've never seen him be so happy and relaxed.

            "Ash relax that's not happening" he stopped moving instantly. "Corrine I've dreamed of marrying you since I was 7 I'm marrying you" he stated. I glared at him and sat on the bed.

        He sat beside me and placed me on his lap, turning me towards him. "What's so wrong with marrying me" he cupped my cheeks and looked at me.

          "Allow me to make you filthy rich, dangerous and Vaffanculo nell'oblio ( fuck you in(to) oblivion) do you not want that?" he looked like he was searching my eyes. My brain lingered on the last part of the statement.

          Something I wished to experience.

             Getting no response Ashton began to move down my neck placing butterfly kisses, looking for soft spots. " I can give you a family like you wanted" he muttered.

          I would like a full family, but I'd love a normal one.

        "Let me help you relax to think on it" without a second thought he stood causing me to wrap my legs around his waist, he carried me to the bathroom that was in my room.

           Sitting me down on the sink he started running the water. "Strip" he looked over at me blankly. "No way get out first" I shot back.

            A small smirk found its way to his face as he leaned back against the wall. "In two days the entirety of you well be belong to me and if anyone disagrees with that they die, I don't think modesty is needed Corrine".

   I froze
      
        He started removing his clothes one by one. I've seen him naked plenty of times, he never minded.

      Once he reached his boxers he looked at me staring in awe. Damnit. " I belong to you stare as much as you want " he rolled his eyes as he walked closer to me.

          "Strip or do you want me to do it pretty girl" fucksake I couldn't be given a new life. "Alright looks like you picked" he started undressing me quickly. Why the hell aren't I moving to stop him.

     Expert fingers. I wonder if he's fucked someone?

            Completely naked I sat in front of him on the counter. His eyes didn't even wander they stayed on me as he removed his last piece of clothing and picked me up placing me in the shower. 

   
        "Can I wash your hair" he asked holding shampoo in his hands. "Uh sure" I leaned back and let him wash my curls. The scene was weird but comforting

  I am naked with the man majority of my childhood dreamed of washing my hair.

         It felt nice. I relaxed as he rinsed my hair. "Why don't you marry someone else?" I mumbled.

      The soft fingers that were once removing the shampoo where now curled and pulling against my hair making me lean right against him.

         Hot. Covered in soap. Naked. Pressed against possibly the biggest part of Ashton-Waters.

        "You, I only want you learn that you have two days to do so" he let go of my hair and stepped out. I could hear some shuffling before a door closed shut and there was silence.

         I should be mad at how he was talking to me and treating me but for some reason I was use to the possessive attitude and it became attractive.

      Us being naked and me right against him didn't help the attraction either.

     20 and a 21 year old about to run a cartel is that even allowed? I washed and rinsed then stepped out drying off.

     I walked into my old room and got some clothes, slipping them on quickly. Part of me expected to see Waters setting on my bed like I use to when I was 12.

         I thought figuring out how to get to the fair was a big concern now I have to plan a wedding. I sat at the bottom of the bed deep in thought till I heard a door close.

        He looked down at me, nod took off his pants and tossed his shirt to me, then crawled into my bed.

     What the fuck is this guys deal? "Take off those clothes and put on that" I didn't even argue. I stripped.

      "I love seeing a matching set on you" I slipped on the shirt ignoring his statements.

       "It's late sleep with me" I cocked my eyes brow at him. "I meant come dream sleep with me but if you rather I make pretty scream and tears come out of you deal" he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him.

         Could he really do that? I've had sex once but I'm sure Ashton had they guy murdered because I never seen him again.

    Either way it didn't make me cry for more.

       "I want to marry you first as much as I would love to, so stop thinking about it" he muttered wrapping me in my blanket and holding me tight.

             I get married in about 48 hours, become a head, have to go to the fair with a I don't even know what he is to me and I'm curled in bed with the boy I've been set to marry since I was 5 not to mention the impact him saying he could make me cry has done to me.

      Yeah I'm getting no sleep