ARTIFICIAL

C H A L L E N G E

Nathaniel

I seem to have unlocked something I hadn't expected to even exist for myself. A challenge. I'm all for competition because what good is having success without showing that you're more successful than the people around you? And yet, I always win. That is my forte.

But alas in this particular competition, it's myself against myself all because of one person. Now this is a challenge because I don't know how to get rid of it, and I am slowly starting to lose my mind. Well, at least I was.

My fiancé did all the work for me by reminding me that she's an inconvenience in my life by "rebelling" or whatever it's called and doing the opposite of my rules. Given I have never told her she's not allowed to leave the estate, she knows she's not allowed to leave without a bodyguard or anyone to keep tabs on her.

I had Jones search for the location of her cellphone and luckily, she does keep it on at all times. Not to be an obsessive stalker or anything, but she needs to know she's not safe outside of these gates as long as she's known as my fiancé. Normally, if she got kidnapped and I'd be blackmailed for ransom I'd let them kill her so I can move on and find a better replacement.

But the fact is, I'm still a business man in the public that needs to show face and actually act like I give a shit about my wife. Therefore, I'll have to waste my resources trying to find a stubborn and obtuse little girl that's mad because I told her to leave after pleasuring her.

Speaking of which, I hate that I can't even blame the alcohol for what happened last night because the fact is, I was sober and thinking straight. I just let my curiosity get the better of me.

The real reason why I did that was partially an apology but also, I wanted to hear her moans and how she would taste. I wanted to feel her body against mine and I really wanted to hear her moan my name. And as expected, my miele didn't disappoint. There was a moment I was tempted to continue what I had started and fuck the shit out of her, and it took every cell in my body not to deliver on that promise.

I thought after getting a taste of her, it would get rid of the unnecessary curiosity and get rid of the stupid urges. But no, it just worsened. And now that I've seen her, all exposed and ready for me I can't take the picture out of my head. She's messing with my head.

Now the only solution I've come up for this illness she has instilled upon me is finding each and every single flaw she has. Any mistake she makes. Because she's not perfect and I have to remember that, I don't want her. I hate her. I hate the very picture of her. I hate that she's even making me want her, if this is a seduction technique then I'm embarrassingly unprepared for it.

I had Cole go and get her from that coffee shop we have located her at a few minutes ago so she and I could have a chat. And she so boldly asked to take a shower before she does come see me, but alas, I am still a patient man. But like a critter, she keeps prodding and prodding at that patience, eventually it will give in. And I don't want to be the one who kills my wife before we even marry. I don't believe in domestic violence.

A soft knock on the door takes my attention. My body moves with the chair from facing the view of the greenery of my window to the closed door. Except instead of opening, I find myself glaring at it, contemplating whether or not I should open. She has made me that angry, that irritated that I'm even tempted to be petty. But if I wait a little longer, I won't be over and done with it.

And so just when another knock starts, I press the button under my desk unlocking the door. For a few seconds too long, the door slowly slides to the side to reveal the culprit and center of my current problems. The first thing I notice is the white sundress that reaches up to the middle of her thighs, successfully showing me those caramel legs.