Chapter 5. Domain.

Emma Spencer.

I see how Peter frowns at what I told him and without thinking he asks me, “marriage of convenience? What are you talking about? Did your parents force you?”

I feel my heart pounding at his questioning. I quickly told him, “My parents had nothing to do with my decision. In fact, they were against it. They never liked Albert, but I’m too stubborn to change my mind. The decision was based on what I thought was best for me.”

“Forgive me, dear, but I still don’t understand.”

I sigh and say, “You see, I wanted a family of my own. I always felt like something was missing. I always felt like a broken piece. I stopped feeling that feeling when Maddie was born. Not even when I got married. It was she who brought peace and that sense of belonging that I sought so much.”

I see he is going to ask me something when we are interrupted by the sound of my cell phone. I take it out of my pocket and see that it is my mother. “Forgive me, Peter, but I must answer.”

He gave me a hand movement to let me know he was okay. “Hello, mom?”

“Daughter! Where are you? You have me extremely worried. You should have gotten home hours ago. Albert keeps asking about you. What did he do this time?”

“Mom, no matter what happens, don’t let Albert take Maddie. Promise me!”

“Emma, ​​I wouldn’t allow it. But tell me, what happened?”

“Albert cheated on me, mom. I discovered him in bed with his secretary, Annie. Don’t let him near the house, mom. I’m at a friend’s house, trying to calm down. I will go there, but please, mom, protect her.”

“I won’t let him get close, Emma. I give you my word. Come soon darling. I love you.”

“And I love you too, mom.” We both hung up at the same time.

Peter watches me carefully and then asks, “Why would Albert take Maddie?”

I open my eyes wide, and worry invades me. “For Albert, Maddie is a bargaining chip. He has never been a good father to her. I’m afraid that he wants to take her to force me to return.”

I hear a roar come out of his mouth and his eyes turn black. I hold my breath, seeing him so fiercely. I know I should fear him, but for some reason, I don’t fear him.

“I won’t let that bastard hurt you, Emma.”

Then he stands up, extends his hand, and tells me, “Let’s go look for your daughter. You’ll stay with me, Emma, ​​and I won’t take no for an answer. This is the safest place in the country. He can never set foot on my property.”

I swallowed hard and, without thinking; I took his hand, and we quickly headed to the car.

A tall, handsome blonde man approaches us saying, “here are your car keys, boss.”

Peter turns around and, without letting go of my hand, he says, “Emma, ​​this is William. He is my personal assistant. He takes care of all my affairs. If you ever need anything, he will help you.”

“Nice to meet you, William.”

“The pleasure is mine, Emma.” Peter frowns and clears his throat. William looks at him nervously and says, “Sorry, Mrs. Spencer.”

“There is better. I want you to prepare the room next to mine. Emma’s suitcase is in the trunk of her car.”

“Right away, boss.”

Peter opens the door for me and helps me in. It’s a beautiful Bentley. He gets in and I watch him with my eyebrow raised. “Why did you behave like that with your assistant? He just greeted me.”

“I don’t like the people addressed you impersonally, Emma.”

“Ah, but you can?”

“Of course.”

“Why?”

He smiles widely, starts the engine, as he tells me, “Because I’m the boss.” I roll my eyes and look out the window.

He says to me, “Did you just roll your eyes at me?”

I look at him defiantly as I say, “Yes.”

“Is that polite?”

 I lift my chin, more defiant than before, as I say, “So? Will you do something about it?”

He raises an eyebrow and says, “I might have to punish you when we get back.”

I laugh and tell him, “Peter, I haven’t gotten a punishment since I was three.”

“Perhaps that’s what you need, dear.”

I widen my eyes and say, “You mean you’re going to put me on your lap and spank me a couple of times?”

A laugh resonates in his chest as he tells me, “That’s not a bad idea. I think you would enjoy it a lot, Emma, ​​even more than me.”

I shake my head in denial. But I must say that it is the first time that I feel free to play or joke like this. I never could with Albert. He always told me I emasculated him because I was too dominant. But wasn’t my fault that he was so weak.

Seeing Peter dominate the situation and be able to challenge him makes me feel bold and daring and if I must be honest with myself, my panties got wet just imagining lying on his lap.

I swallow hard and look out the window, avoiding any eye contact with this man who is capable of revolutionizing any woman’s hormones.

“Why are you avoiding looking at me? Are you afraid of being attracted to me? Do you feel you want me to dominate you?”

I open my eyes wide; I turn my head without believing his questions. How he knows? Did my face give me away? I look at him in shock. He looks at me and starts laughing again.

“Can you tell me what’s funny? Because, for me, none of this is.” I cross my arms, annoyed.

“Yes, it’s funny, since I can sense that you have gone your entire life with no one telling you what to do. Now,  comes along a complete stranger who proposes to you, and you realize you can’t resist him. Don’t question it, Dr. Biologically, every woman, even if she is strong and independent, needs to have a person by her side who can handle her."

His smile widens as he finishes saying, "Well darling, let me tell you that you found it. I can handle you.”

I swallow hard and feel my heart beating like crazy. I bit my lower lip, breathing heavily. He raises an eyebrow at me and says, “do you want me to help you calm down?”

“I’m not having sex with you, Peter!”

He turns his head and smiles as he says, “It wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but… I like the way you think!”

I feel my face turning red in several shades of red. I look down at my hands. He takes one from me and starts petting it, making a sound that comes from his chest like a purr.

Although it seems so strange, I feel my heart rate decrease, calming me down. After a few minutes, I couldn’t help but say, “thank you.”

He smiles and says, “This is what I meant by calming you down.”

I nod in silence. Then he asks me, “Should I turn right or left?”

“On the right. You go three blocks and on the left is the neighborhood. The house number is 8060.”

“Alright.”

It only took a few minutes before we arrived at my parents’ house. I’m about to go down when he steps forward and opens the door for me, extending his hand. I still can’t get used to what a gentleman he is.

We walked to the door when I noticed him sniffing the air. He opens his eyes wide, and I can see how his eye color changes and becomes dark, almost black.

He turns violently on me, grabs my shoulders against the wall and screams, “Why can I smell my daughter in there?”