OBSESSED with my future husband

Carter Queen

Present

Ellison

A year.

An entire year has been passed since I saw him. Since I felt him. Since he was inside me. Since he upended all my beliefs and made me realise that there was still something that I feared.

Brandon Carter.

The man I wanted more than I wanted anything else. But he was also the man I feared most. Because that night he broke open a part of me that I was hiding deep down where no one had ventured before him. He hadn’t just taken my virginity that night, no, he also had taken a small part of my still beating heart and unknowing at that time I had left it with him.

And now here I was…

As a big sister. As a mother. As a guardian. To seek help from the one person I wasn’t so certain I would get. After all, from what I had observed in all these years, I knew one thing about Brandon Carter- he doesn’t have a soft bone in his body when it comes to lies and betrayals and injustice. He was more like his brothers in this. Ruthless.

Many think him a gentleman, but I knew better. I had seen the not so gentle side of him. And I had revelled in his unrestrained devilish behaviour. A shiver danced down my spine as I thought about that night. The things he had done to me….

“Carter Queen.”

The receptionist called out my name effectively pulling me out of my thoughts. As I stood up from the chair, all eyes turned to me. I could read in their gazes that they wondered about my name. Yeah, I know it wasn’t your normal day to day occurrence that you get such a name. But you know my reason, right? At least half of it, because the other half was that I knew if I had to meet him, I would have to bait him.

“Yes?” I called out to the receptionist, who gave me a stink eye, before she looked down at the papers in her hand and then gestured for me to go inside.

For you, who are wondering what’s happening… let me explain it to you. I am currently heading towards a job interview in the CMSI- Carter Medical and Science Institute/Hospital. They needed an urgent new staff and I needed money and a place to hide. Apparently the asshole bikers from whom I had run from New Orleans in the first place had tracked me down to Willow Creek, leaving me no choice but to flee. All I wanted was to confront them and kill them one by one, but six pairs of loving and innocent eyes, along with one pair of stern green eyes had made me seek refuge in this big city where my future husband had already made his domain.

Chicago.

I hadn't plan to come here. But circumstances left me no choice and besides that, I thought it’s finally time that I got what I had been wanting for all these years. The one and only man who had made me feel. A certain Carter brother. The Brandon Carter.

As I made my way toward the corner office where the interviews are being conducted I felt self conscious for the first time in my life. A nervous flutter danced in my stomach. I smoothed a hand down my skirt as I paused at the door before I knocked and entered. I was once again in my fake assemble.

A blonde wig. Tick.

Blue contact lenses. Tick.

Frilly clothes that every other girl wears. Tick.

There was nothing out of place in my outward appearance. Except the hidden knife in the band of my garter. It was a soothing presence. Like a lover. Pressed into my skin.

With a white shirt, knotted around my waist, giving a peak at my belly button and red plaid skirt, I was literally a girl walked out of a p**n movie. And it had a desired effect. The two men sitting behind the desk looked at me like they had discovered a cure to a deadliest venom in the world. One of them even had the audacity to lick his lips while his perverted gaze travelled up my stockings clad legs up to my waist and then high up to my breast where he stared. Disgust rolled in my stomach but I quenched it down and placed a fake cheery smile on my lips.

“May I sit, sirs?”

“Of course.” They both said in unison.

“So you have applied for the nursing staff?” One of them asked.

“Yes, sir.” I had thought that instead of management I would go for nursing which would give me plenty of time before I had to face him. And there was a chance he wouldn’t even remember me. He hadn’t remembered the first time I had slipped him my number.

“But you don’t know anything about nursing. There are no certificates and mention of institutions where you are learning of nursing stuff.”

I leaned forward and faked a laugh. I knew my breasts were big. And they had been a hindrance in certain times, making me hate them most of the times when they attract such assholes— like the two sitting in front of me, but for now I used them for my benefit. But at one time I had been glad to be so blessed in this department, for he had liked them, he had lavished so much attention on them, making me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

I shook my head and said as sweetly as I could, “But, sir, I am sure I will learn.” I looked down, shyly. “And I hope you will teach me.” I gritted my teeth as the lies slipped past my lips and the men exchanged a look before they smiled at me.

“Of course, of course.” I stopped myself from rolling my eyes. But swallowed as uncertainty assailed me when the older one who leered at me added, “But we have certain protocols and the boss wouldn’t approve of uneducated nursing staff.”

My face fell, this time with genuine disappointment but the younger man quickly added, “But don’t worry, we can take you under our wing. We can settle you in management department.”

“How much is the pay?” I asked, debating if I really wanted to work close to him. I hadn’t yet decided if I wanted to meet him as the fake Carter Queen or as a real Ellison Wolfe. And I was still not sure what will be his reaction when he would lay his eyes on me. After all, I had taken something from him. I had stolen from him. I wouldn't be shocked if he decided to hand me off to police. He was cruel like that. And there was a darkness in him that doesn't give a f**k about anyone when he decides to show it to the world.

“Its eight thousand for the newbies, but we are sure you’ll prove yourself and according to that we’ll increase your incentive.” The older man wiggled his eyebrows and all I wanted was to pluck them one by one.

“That depends how much load can you take.” The younger man chuckled and I laughed with him.

“I will do my best, sir.” I replied sweetly, clenching my fists tight so I wouldn’t launch myself across the desk and bash their heads. Perverted bastards. “When can I join?”

“Today. Now.” They both replied instantly.

Brandon

I was checking the annual revenue of the hospital and the branch for learning medicine I had opened on the other wing of the building when my best friend and the man because of whom I was still alive whistled and groaned aloud, “f**k! That’s the hottest piece of ass I had seen in all my life.” For a brief second I ignored him but the curiosity got the better of me when he whispered for the second time. “Damn hot!”

Adrian was the man of few words. For most of the time he usually brooded or scowled or did both, so for him appreciating some hot piece of ass was one in a lifetime kind of thing. When I looked up he was standing in front of my desk with his back to me and his arms folded in front of his chest as he watched the big screen of television mounted on the opposite side of the wall. He was a huge hulking man so he blocked my view and I had to literally shout his name for him to move so I could see what had him so riveting to the television. I vaguely remembered muting the sound and zooming the screen for the room where the interviews were being held as at the end of the year most of the staff had finished their terms and now were moving somewhere or getting married, which left me with only few members on the hospital floors that won’t do in case of the emergency.

As Adrian moved aside and I looked up at the screen, I saw a small figure hunched over in the chair. The blonde locks were hiding her profile, but I could see what had my best friend so rived up. The girl has curves for days. And what she was wearing didn’t hide them in the least, instead the clothes she had on showcased every dip and curve of her body. Her hand was blocking my view of her breasts but even from here I could tell that they were more than handful. I was about to continue my work, when she looked up, tucked the lock of her hair behind her ear, giving me unfettered view of her side profile.

The cut of her button nose, that I had pinched making it impossible for her to breathe.

The slope of her chin, that I had nibbled on.

The path that I had traced with my tongue down her throat.

Plump lips that had stretched around my hard c**k.

Pale cheeks from which I had wiped the tears.

My hand moved of its own accord and I pressed the button on the remote that gave me front view of her face. I sucked in a breath as if someone just punched me in the solar plexus. Because I knew that face. With fake blue eyes. Fake blonde hair. And with a fake smile that was plastered on her lips. In this moment everything about her was fake. I knew that because I had seen the real her in that motel room. Her face was the one I would never forget. It was imprinted in my f*****g mind.

I had looked for her. For she had stolen from me, there was no other reason and so I told myself again and again, each and every time I recalled her or when her sweet face crossed my mind. In the last year so many times I had pictured her, I had obsessed over her. And now here she is. Offered to me on a silver platter. Time to pay the piper, princess.

Oh… how can I forget. She had left her name for me. Queen.

So here we go....

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