Page 71 of The Mistake

I finally took a bite of the dessert, making sure to get enough pastry, hazelnut chocolate and whipped cream, and it was so good. My mouth watered. Our dessert was gone within minutes.

Taking Charlotte’s hand, I pulled her to her feet. “How about we go and have some fun?”

All I wanted to do was fuck her. I wanted to spread her open and explore every single inch of her body, but I couldn’t do that, not until I knew she wasn’t sore anymore.

“I’d like that.”

Remembering a few months ago when Ivan came to visit, I took Charlotte to the game room. The power was already on, and I took Charlotte over to the air hockey table.

Charlotte groaned. “I don’t know how to play.”

I never came into the game room. I’d built the place for the off chance that I might have a child one day. It was a long shot because to have a child, I had to trust a woman. Charlotte was my woman and I knew there was now a chance she might be pregnant. All it took was the one time.

She’s distracted by staring at the table and I take the few seconds to look at her, to imagine her full and ripe with my child. The thought of children in the past terrified me. I didn’t want to be a father. I don’t know how to be anything else other than a fucking monster. For fun, I lock enemies up, take my time to torture them, and make them pray for death long before I grant it. Ivan and Victor wouldn’t be dealing with Hank until I got back, but he would be on minimum food. We didn’t want to starve him to death before we got our information.

Charlotte pregnant with my kid. That is just … too fucking dark for me to delve into.

She lifted her head and smiled at me. “Are you okay”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” I’m tempted to call it a day, and tell her that I have to head back to the city, but then I’d have to deal with Ivan, and he can be a giant pain in the ass. I was a grown-ass man, I could make my own decision, but Ivan was a bigger pain. He got what he wanted, and a honeymoon wasn’t a bad idea. I just couldn’t fuck my wife anymore, or if I did, I’d have to wear condoms. The smile fell from my lips.

“If you don’t want to play?”

“It’s fine,” I said.“When was your last cycle?”

“My what?”

“Your period, your menstrual cycle?”

Her cheeks went bright red. Sheopened and closed her mouth, and then looked toward the ground. “Last week.”

I made a note toremember when her next one was.

The moment was lost, I knew that, and I had a feeling Charlotte did as well. I was determined to enjoy the game room though. I’d never share it with a son or daughter and still didn’t know if I would have children.

I couldn’t help but think about my own father. The beatings I got when I failed a reading and writing test. He’d been so angry that he had a stupid son. I hadn’t thoughtof this shit in so long. In fact, I never thought of it. It meant nothing to me. I don’t even know why I told Charlotte. She didn’t need to know about my past.

Charlotte started to play, and at first, my heart wasn’t in it. I wanted a drink, but I stayedfocused, and slowly, with her laughter and time, I was able to draw myself back. I didn’t know when it happened, but I started to have fun. Charlotte scored twice in my zone, but she was no match for me. She wasn’t a sore loser. Each time I got the puck into her goal, she’d laugh. Whenever I pushed it in her direction, she would let out a scream and try to fight it off, and sometimes her mistakes meant my puck got into her goal.

She was a breath of fresh air. I didn’t even know I needed this.

After I’d scored for the twentieth time, she stood, massaging her elbow.

“Time for us to move on, what would you like to play?”

“How about pool? Can I just practice shooting the balls in? No game, just attempting to aim. Could you show me?” she asked.

“Just to shoot?”

“Just to shoot,” she said. The smile on her face, damn, fuck, I couldn’t look away, and I certainly couldn’t bring myself to turn her down. I didn’t know what the fuck was going on with me.

“Sure.”

I had a city to protect. There were at least two enemies attempting to take over my territory. I had anotherbrigadier in my city, in my spot, just so I could enjoy my honeymoon. There was a lot of other shit I had to do, and yet, I didn’t want to be anywhere but here, with Charlotte.

She clapped her hands and rushed to grab a couple of pool sticks. I wanted inside her again.The feeling was overwhelming. I’d gone months without feeling the touch of a woman, and now, one taste of Charlotte, and I wanted her again. There was no way I was going to fuck her just yet, though. She needed to recover. I didn’t want to hurt her and I’m not a small guy.

She stepped right in front of me, handing me apool stick, which I took, but then I banded my arm around her. She gasped but tilted her head back. She didn’t try to fight me, and I love that. Just staring into her eyes, I know I want to fuck her, to take her, to make her mine completely.

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