Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
I didn’t mind the way I looked. Was I beautiful? No, but I was happy. I liked my thick, long, brown, curly hair. I didn’t mind my brown eyes either, although he often told me it made me look like a cow. I was overweight. I had thick thighs, full hips, and large tits. I always had been on the larger size. No matter what diet I tried, it didn’t change my weight. He’d wanted me to go for liposuction, and that looked so painful. All the surgical options looked painful. I hated pain.
Closing the door behind me, I leaned against the door and took a deep breath. I could handle this. It wasn’t too hard. I felt tears fill my eyes, but I quickly batted them away. This was Victor’s house, and he could come and go as he pleased. Looking through the room, I felt myself sigh in relief. It was still as clean as I had left it.
There was a shirtdress I was currently making. It was the height of summer now, and I loved to make clothes a season ahead, so I was making clothes for the fall. I loved to make my own clothes.
Yeah, there was a bad memory of being taken clothes shopping. But there are some things I should never think about again. I tried to forget the bad stuff.
My dad was not here. He’d not called me. He hadn’t even been there the day after my wedding to see if I was okay. Neither had my brothers. To them, everything was done.
Stepping toward my machine, I sat down and reached into the basket, grabbing the first item, and I scrunched up my nose. It was a collar piece, and they were fiddly little devils.
I had this idea in mind of a shirtdress, as I had some beautiful cotton fabric in my stash, with a Halloween theme. I loved Halloween and Christmas. I was never a lover of Thanksgiving, but I loved the other two holidays.
Checking the time, I saw I had a good hour before dinner, so I saw no reason to dillydally, and got to sewing the dreaded collar. It took me a couple of attempts to get both sides looking equal, but as soon as I did, I trimmed the corners, pressed it, and my sewing room door opened.
It was Victor, carrying wood.
At first, we both just stared at one another.
“Uh, is something wrong?” I asked.
“You need new shelves.” He came in and placed some wood on the floor. One of his soldiers followed with more wood. I could only stare. Victor dismissed him, and then he looked at me, before looking down at the pile of wood. “I’m going to build you shelves.”
“Oh,” I said. Now, that was really sweet, and it explained why the door was open. Victor had been here.
Putting the finished collar back into the basket, I turned off my machine and moved closer.
“Do you want my help?” It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him I would understand if he didn’t, but I kept that to myself.
“Sure.”
It wasn’t much, but at least it was a start. Although, my hands felt clammy, and I felt a little sick.
I’d not spent any time with Victor, other than our wedding night.
Chapter Two
Victor
I hadn’t expected Freya to be in her sewing room. Last time I saw her, she was out in the garden, and that shit could take some time.
I preferred to work alone, but that would just make it longer and harder. Besides, if she fucked up, I could just tell her to leave. Only, Freya didn’t fuck up. When I told her to hold stuff, she did. She didn’t try to take over but followed my lead as I got her shelves set up, one by one. It came together and matched her previous set. All the timber had been treated and each piece smoothed down.
By the time I finished, she grabbed the vacuum cleaner, got the mess, as I gathered up the last pieces of equipment and tools.
I stood in the doorway as Freya grabbed her pieces of fabric and slid them into the necessary compartments.
She spun and threw her arms around my neck. “Thank you.”
I was taken aback. At first, I didn’t do anything. This was no different than what she had done the last time. Only, I was not interested in getting close to my wife, and Ivan was due to fucking arrive tomorrow, with his plus-one.
I grabbed her hips, taking note of how full they felt within my grip, and I set her away from me. I was not interested.
Without a word, I turned away from her and left the room. Just as I made it to the stairwell, I gritted my teeth. I was tempted to just leave it, but she needed to know.