Adan’s Mistake

Nineteen

He wanted me to meet his family? Was he insane? I’d barely gotten used to being his and he wanted to expose me to his family? What was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he see that he was going too fast? He refused to listen to me and continued to put me in situations which almost gave me a heart attack.

Not this time. I wouldn’t let him have his way this time. I knew I belonged to him but he needed to see that all this was causing me a lot of distress. It hadn’t been that long since he forced me to breakup with my ex and I was still reeling from the ordeal. And now he wanted me to meet his parents. Oh no. Absolutely not. I wasn’t going to do it.

“No,” I said and judging by the look on his face he didn’t really care. “Listen to me, Adan, I’m not going to go with you to visit your family. I just can’t. It’s too soon and I’m f*****g scared of them.”

“You will be fine. I’ll be right here with you,” he said and kissed my forehead.

“No. You don’t understand. Your sister’s right; you need to be with someone of your own status. I’m your slave and that’s all I’ll ever be. Your family will not approve of you being with me. So really, there is not point,” I argued, hoping he would see things from my perspective. This man worked at the speed of light and he expected me to do the same.

“You belong to me and I can marry you if I want. No one in the world can object to that,” he stated and I hated that he was right. “Trust me, my family would only approve. After all, they had known for quite some time that I intend to choose you for myself.”

His words were like a sucker punch to the gut. They knew? His family knew he would choose me? How long had this been going on? Was it sudden or had he been planning this for a long time? I wanted answers and I wanted them now.

“What do you mean? Th—they already know about me?” I asked, wanting to scream in frustration.

“Correction: they know about us.” He paused as I took my time adjusting to his words. “I made my decision a long time ago and I was just waiting for you to be ready.”

I couldn’t keep up with him. What was he talking about? He already made his choice? Why? And what did that mean for me?

“Why? Why did you choose me?” I asked and tried to take a step back but his arm around me prevented me from creating space between us.

“That’s not something you need to concern yourself with,” he said with a knowing smile on his face. He knew he was f*****g with my mind and he was enjoying it.

“Yes, I do,” I shot back.

“No, you don’t. Because it’s done. You’re mine now and that’s all you need to focus on,” he stated and dropped a kiss on the tip of my nose. “Now come on, let’s get out of here. There is a new place I want to see with you.”

“I don’t want to go,” I said, sullenly and pushed him away before sitting down on his chair. “I’m going to stay right here unless you tell me what I want to know.”

Adan sighed before leaning against his desk in front of me and crossing his arms in front of his chest. “And what is it that you want to know?”

I eyed the picture frame on his desk, seeing my face reflected back at me. “When did you choose me?”

He was silent for a few seconds but didn’t waste time in taking the picture frame from me. “The day you turned sixteen.”

I gulped and stared at the desk in front of me. Sixteen? I wasn’t even legal when he decided to make me his? Was he allowed to do that? Was this even right?

You’ve been fantasizing about him since you hit puberty.

That wasn’t the same thing, was it? But even if I didn’t take my age into account, he had singled me out such a long time ago and I had no idea about it. I was living my life without a care in the world and here he was plotting on claiming me the first chance he got. How did I not see it? He visited us so many times in those years but I never felt that he might be wanting more from me. It just didn’t make sense to me.

“Why?” I asked, because that’s what I really wanted to know. What did he see in me? Why did he choose me?

“That’s a question I don’t have an answer for. My heart chose you, so I chose you,” he said and caressed the side of my face with the back of his hand.

“That doesn’t really make me feel better.” If his heart chose me, then did that mean he liked me in the romantic way? Did he love me? No, that was crazy. He couldn’t love me. He was my Master and I doubt he would surrender his heart to his slave.

“That’s all you’ll get from me, I’m afraid. Now, if you’re done, can we go and eat? I’m starving,” he said and pulled me up until I was standing. He dragged me out of his cabin and I didn’t try to stop him because my mind was too focused on dissecting his words. I wished I could read his mind so I could know what was going on in his heart.

The hospital was busier now as the day got older. There were more patients in the waiting area and nurses and staff were milling about, going from one room to another. But the smell of antiseptic remained ubiquitous until we were out of the hospital and inside his car. Adan buckled me in and I didn’t register his movements until the belt snapped into place. Then he rounded the car and got in the driver’s seat and drove away.

“You don’t need to be silent,” he said. “I want you to talk to me.”

“What’s there to talk about? You’ve already decided everything so what do you want me to say?” I said in a dry tone. Was there any point in fighting him? He was the one with all the power and my body more than craved him. Perhaps it would be best to give in and see how things progressed. If he got tired of me, then he would throw me to the curb without a word or an explanation. But it didn’t matter what I wanted. So maybe I should just surrender to him. That way if something happened then I could just blame him.

As much as I wanted to give in to him, the fire in me wouldn’t let me surrender. Perhaps there was something wrong with me and I just loved to dance with the Devil but I couldn’t let this man have all the control.

And how do you propose to take control?

My mind drew a blank because the situation I was in, there wasn’t an ounce of control I could take. This man owned me and he always would.

“Why did you pick my family?” I asked. “You’re the only one who decided which family you wanted rather than being assigned one, so why did you choose us?”

A small smile settled on his lips but he didn’t look at me. “That’s an easy one, because of you.”

His words caught me off guard. “What do you mean? You just said you chose me when I was sixteen, and now you’re saying you chose my family because of me?”

He nodded. “Precisely.”

I just looked at him, waiting for him to say more but he continued driving. “Well? Why did you choose my family?”

He drove for a few more seconds before I felt him slowing down until he came to a stop on the side of a random street. He cut the engine and that’s when he looked at me. “I saw you for the first time when I was seven. You won’t remember because you were like three years old at that time.

“I came to visit your family with my Father and Grandfather. Your Dad was a client of my Father’s and the two had a meeting at your place. That’s when I first saw you.” A wistful expression took over his beautiful features and I knew he’d gone back to the time he first saw me. “You looked adorable in the pale green dress and shoes with teddy bears on them. You were busy playing with your toys and didn’t know that I was watching you.

“I didn’t know if it was an oversight on your parents part or you were just a reckless child, but you were playing under the chandelier. It was an old chandelier and I knew it would fall any moment. A few of its nails had come loose,” he continued and I listened with rapt attention, inhaling every word he said like this was the first and the last time he would actually talk to me. “The chandelier was barely hanging on and you decided to play under it.”

I had no idea what he was talking about. Like he said, I was too young to remember so whatever he was saying, I had no choice but to trust him.

“And then?”

“There were a bunch of people on the upper level and they were loud,” he recalled. “Their footsteps were causing the whole house to rattle and what do you know, the chandelier was also shaking. But you were busy playing with your dolls and legos.

“And then the worst happen and the chandelier started to fall. All I could do was watch you but you had no idea you were about to get hurt. I did the only thing I could and picked you up and ran as fast as I could to get you to safety.”

“Wow,” I said, unable to believe that he actually saved me from getting hurt.

“I held you so tightly against me and I didn’t know why I couldn’t let you go. It wasn’t until you started squirming and fighting against me did I let you go but I made sure you didn’t get close to the chandelier. You tried to go back to your toys but I ran and got them for you,” he said.

“Did the chandelier fall?” I asked.

He shook his head. “No, it didn’t fall. But I didn’t care. I’d gotten you to safety and that’s what mattered to me. After that I just wanted to keep you safe. I didn’t know where the urge came from, but it was there and I couldn’t ignore it. Every time my Father wanted to visit yours I would come and see you. And when I couldn’t keep an eye on you all the time I… I was not okay.

“That’s when I realized that the only way I can keep you safe is if I owned you. So I went to my Grandfather and told him I wanted your family. And he agreed.”

“You were a kid yourself. You were only seven, yet you knew you wanted to own my family? How?” I questioned.

“Our family’s legacy is taught us since the moment we are born. So I knew that one day I’ll have a family to own and take care of. Our Grandfather hands over the families to us on our eleventh birthday. But I took over yours at the age of seven,” he said.

“And your Grandfather just let you have it? Didn’t he think you were too young to own an entire bloodline?” I enquired.

“He did try to dissuade me. But I told him I want to keep you safe. He relented after that and let me have you. Mind you he did keep a close eye on me until I turned eleven and then he let me go,” he answered.

“Wow. A bunch of kids owning us. How do you get away with it all?” My voice was acidic but Adan didn’t seem to care.

“It’s not like your family knew I owned them until I was an adult. We stay in the shadows while our Fathers and Grandfather deal with the affairs of the families. They do keep us in the loop and we are required to learn and know everything about the families we own. Once we reach adulthood they step back and we take over,” he informed me.

The plethora of information he just handed to me was too much for me to handle. But there was one more thing I wanted to know before I gave up on this. And this might be my only chance to get information.

“So you took over at the age of seven. What happened when I turned sixteen because you said you chose me then,” I asked.

“As a kid my only concern was to protect you. I just wanted to keep you safe. But when I saw you at sixteen… I felt something… more. The urge to protect you turned into a full on need to own you. Everything about you called to me and I knew I wouldn’t be able to live my life if I didn’t make you mine.” I swallowed hard at the intensity in his eyes. “And that’s what I did.

“I made you mine.”