Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Zak

I've not been caught off guard for years. That definitely did. I listen to the profanities coming out of Elizabeth's mouth in shock. Hearing her pound on the door like a crazy woman, but it was her soft cries before she broke into full-on sobbing that almost made me open the door.

I'm torn between trying to pacify her or leaving to get rid of the fucking Doctor. I need to process this turn of events.

I run downstairs, and the woman is holding her cheek. I almost roll my eyes. What a pussy. I waited to hear what she had to say first, so I knew what action to take. The last thing I need is any legal issues. I stand there staring at her till she cracks.

"Why did she just go crazy and punch me like that?"

I narrow my eyes on her. If anyone is going to berate my doll, it's fucking me.

"Watch your mother fucking tone. That's my wife. She wouldn"t have punched you if you hadn't put your paws on me. Is this what sort of a professional you are?"

I know as soon as she has a guilty look on her face. What I took for friendliness, Elizabeth saw it for what it was.

"Have you seen how stunning my wife is? You think I would ever look at anyone else?"

She puts her hand away from her jaw and straightens her back. Before she gives me any of her bullshit and I bury the cunt on my Island. I nip it in the bud.

"Do you want me to report you to the medical board for inappropriate behaviour?"

She purses her lips and shakes her head.

"Good. Now get the fuck off my Island. If you ever even think about my wife, I will fucking hunt you down and make sure I ruin your life. You know I have the means to do so."

I watch her pick up her bag and leave my home. The bitch left a bad taste in my mouth. No wonder I hate people.

I wince, thinking about Elizabeth. Other than our one spat, she had been perfectly well-behaved.

I would have done worse had the roles been reversed. I would have slit the man's throat and fucked Elizabeth in his pool of blood.

I walked outside to see if the bitch had left my Island. I want peace and harmony on my Island. My eye catches my mother's garden, and I decide to go and sit with her for a while. It didn't feel the same in Mongolia without her flowers being there. My eyes focus on the beach and the surrounding beauty of the Island.

What do I do with my Fuckdoll now?

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When I unlocked the door to the bedroom, I poked my head in first in case she decided to bash my head in after she had cried herself out. My heart softens slightly more when I see her lying curled up on the bed with her back towards the door.

I walk across the room and toe my shoes off and cautiously move onto the bed closer to her.

"Did you fuck her?" She asked in a monotone voice. "Was she better than me?" She said with a sniffle.

Usually, emotions and crying have little to no effect on me, but I know what she is feeling.

I pull her towards me, ignoring her, trying to claw the edge of the bed to pull herself away from me as if her puny ass is any match against my size or strength.

I choose my words carefully because this will be the only time I will explain myself to her.

"When I was around four or five, my father was beating me, and my mum pushed me in a cupboard under the stairs, and my father beat the fuck out of her. I stayed under the stairs and fell asleep. My mum came and took me. We left the house in the middle of the night."

She turns to face me, and my pretty doll's eyes are swollen and red. She still has tears running down her eyes. I use my thumbs and wipe them away before kissing her forehead. When she places her hand on my chest, I pull her close and tuck her head under my chin.

"Do you know the statistics of men and women who stay with abusive partners?"

I feel her shake her head.

"Let"s put it this way, the majority never leave, or if they do, the damage done remains with you for life. My mother was brave enough to leave him for me."

I stroke the soft strands of blonde hair until my hand reaches the base of her head, and I leave my hand resting on the nape of her neck.

"We lived in a homeless centre for a while. It was scary as a kid. There were so many alcoholics and junkies there. Eventually, the council gave us a small shitty apartment in the city. My mum could have lived from the government benefits and had an easier life, but she told me she never wanted me to grow up on handouts and not have aspirations. It's why I was at the charity foundation that night."

Her head shoots up, and her eyes are wide with regret.

"I'm sorry, Zak. I was such an asshole back then," she said grimly.

I smile at her and shake my head. She doesn't want to know my sick thoughts of why I took her because of that night.

"Mum worked when I was in school, and then she would work nights cleaning in a second job. The flat wasn't pleasant, it had bad mould in it. As she got older, her health declined. I went to university determined to make something of myself to look after my mother. My brain was going all over the place trying to invent the next big application when they were just getting up and running. Long story short, I was working day and night. I spoke to my mother often, but she never told me she had cancer. I carried on working. I was on top of the world. My best friend was helping me with the app, I had a girlfriend, and my mother's life was about to get easier."

I take a long heavy breath before exhaling it slowly.

"I had no idea my mum was ill. When I spoke to the doctors, they told me it was an aggressive cancer, and they had given her weeks to live, but she had survived for months. My mother"s encouragement drove me forward. She hung on for me. I came home three days too late."

I clear my throat before I continue.

"Mum died, and Jessica was fucking my best friend. I just moved on to destroying lives, working my ass off to be successful. Then I saw you at the foundation event, and my friend Benny said something, and I took you."

It wasn't my place to tell Elizabeth about Benny's harem.

"Do you think after someone cheated on me and I never fucked another woman for nine whole years before I met you, that I would fuck some nasty bitch over my perfect doll?" I said to her softly.

She looks up at me again but gives me a watery smile this time.

"My mother was everything to me, she was the one person I knew loved me more than life itself. By losing her, I lost a large part of myself. It made me think I was as dark as my father. It's why I stay away from people. I have no patience for humans. The majority of them are cunts," I said, pausing to think about getting that implant out of her arm. "And now I need to get you a new doctor."

Her head snaps up.

"I don't want a female doctor."

I narrow my eyes at her. "I don't want another man touching you," I snap at her sharply.

She frowns at me.

"What about someone in their 70s?" She asked.

I sigh.

"What about an old lady doctor?"

"No, she will still want to feel you up like that fucking nasty bitch."

"I won't have another man touching you. It will never happen—"

I paused after I had another thought.

"Unless it"s our son."

I wrap my arms around her, remembering what I said to the doctor.

"I want us to get married. If anyone does or says anything after they see our rings, we can murder them chop them up and piss on their bones before we bury them on our Island," I said, curious to see what she would say.

She lets out a small laugh.

"Sure, bring that cunt back, and I will happily do it."

Fuck, yeah. She is the one for me.

"Now, about you breaking my rules—"