CHAPTER 18
Charles had arrived at the hotel, the journey took longer than he expected. Those people were really a bunch without any living conditions, all in the era of the telephone and the car and most of the cities in that region still lived without electricity, telephone and carts. That archaic transport, they called it a diligence, but for Charles, everything that was pulled by horses was nothing more than a wagon, as if that wasn't enough the thing was horrible, it shook too much, even in the middle of its journey, it broke down a wheel and axle causing an accident; Charles sat there while the stagecoach valet rode one of the horses to the nearest town and arranged for another stagecoach. Charles refused to ride that donkey's back, who did that valet think he was... Charles kensington III, the nobleman, a millionaire man, brought up with all the best and the best, a perfect man like him, would never ride on top of a nag. Charles only rode the finest Thoroughbreds. And their animals were theirs alone. That afternoon Charles, alone in that broken stagecoach, made many plans. Now that he was at the hotel, he decided to order the manager to send a telegram at that moment, as it was extremely urgent. Now begins his diabolical plan to end Jack Thorton.
THATCHER
PLANS GO PROBLEMS FOR JACK THORTON'S WILL FORCE HIM TO GIVE UP. CHARLES III.
Charles knew that as soon as William Thatcher received this telegram, he would interfere and end the life of Charlotte Thorton, so Jack would be between a rock and a hard place; He would have to choose between helping his mother or staying with Elizabeth. That would be his first step, to destroy that couple, no man would put a woman ahead of his mother's problems. And everyone knew that he was an exemplary son. Both Charles and William knew that being traded or abandoned by Jack would make Elizabeth back down. She was raised to be proud, her Thatcher air would speak louder, and she would never forgive that...
"IMAGINE YOUR DISAPPOINTMENT, THINKING THAT YOUR BOYFRIEND WHO LOVED YOU SO MUCH, WITH ALL HIS HEART, CHOOSE YOUR MOTHER, WHEN SHE LETS A SIMPLE SCREAM OUT..." Charles's imagination ran wild, thinking about it, and he laughed enjoying it than I was imagining. Elizabeth will see her love run and choose to protect Mommy and abandon her, claiming that her mother is the priority in her life. And then an Elizabeth, head down, will come home and soon, soon, she will fall into my arms. Just one tear from her and her broken heart and I, Charles Kensington III, will receive the YES from her own lips. It will be perfect to see her fall, in my strong arms, she all disappointed, lifeless, without being able to trust other men, it will make my power as a husband even greater, because she will end up submitting to all my wishes, because I will be the only one to have contact with her. Of course I'll be nice to her in bed, she'll be my little trinket, my most expensive toy, but when my desires as a man are big and I see that she's not satisfying me with her shy girlish maninas, in those moments I'll show her, what a husband and a real manly man is, I'll let her lie on wobbly legs for a few days, powerless for anything, after I've used her for hours or whole days, to please me in every way possible. She will be my wife, my lover, and my whore. I will show Elizabeth, what a Kensington does with a Thatcher, become humble and obedient. She was the only thing, that until today, Charles had not conquered or bought. Whenever he wanted something, his parents bought it for him. Charles thought back to his college days, he was always in love with Elizabeth Thatcher, but he wanted her to come into his arms, overflowing with love, but it never happened... And that's how Charles ended up picking up all the college girls he wanted. he wanted, it was a momentary pleasure, he kissed and felt each one of them in his bed, his father insisted on leaving a suite reserved in a luxury hotel, just so that he could have his dates and take her feminine favors and that place was well paid, because when a young woman needed to be tamed, even with their loud screams or those who need more strength and a good slap so that they could give her pleasure, the manager always took the initiative and took care of everything. At one time or another, his father had to use good money to make a certain girl disappear from the face of the earth, due to the bruises, so nobody ever connected them to Charles. But Charles was tired of these women and whores, he just wanted his Elizabeth...
Author's note= due to the power outage in my city for more than twelve hours, I couldn't post yesterday's chapter, so, for our joy, I'll be posting two chapters today... And let's start this honeymoon... We won't have explicit scenes (it's not because I'm Brazilian that I'll put heavier things. I'm already communicating because I was asked here if they could read my story without having this problem). hahahaha
But we will have a warm up here, and a warm up there, after all, a honeymoon without salt would be very dull. But hope you like it. Have a great day everyone.