Irresistible: A SciFi Alien Mail Order Bride Romance (TerraMates Book 9) (4 page)

V
EN

I lay in bed alone on my wedding night. In the distance, I could hear night birds calling, and they sounded lonely. I heard a creak from the room where Emmy was staying. She was probably rolling over in her sleep. I briefly wondered what she was wearing but stopped immediately. Thinking about Emmy in bed wasn’t going to get me anywhere.

I flipped onto my stomach, pulling the covers with me and allowing my leg to stick out. I punched the pillow a few times and laid my head back down, trying to get comfortable.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

I had imagined Montana and I would hit it off right away. We would have an instant connection and chemistry because we matched perfectly. I thought we could get married and have a romantic dinner. Then I would take her to bed. She would wrap her long legs around my butt, and I would fuck her until we both came.

Perhaps it was a little childish, but I couldn’t help my feelings. I was angry and upset that things had turned out differently. I tried to remind myself that it didn’t matter who came out of the spaceship. I needed a wife. Now I had one. Emmy wasn’t everything I had expected, but she was good enough.

My brain tried to give myself a message, but my heart didn’t want to listen to it. The reality was that I wanted more from my wife. I hoped for someone who would have the slightest interest in me. Emmy was most concerned with keeping secrets. She claimed she had a good reason for not telling me things, but I didn’t believe her.

After we had told our stories, she looked nervous about our first night together. I explained that one of the stipulations in the TerraMates contract was any sex had to be consensual. That bit of happy news brightened her immediately, which made me feel like an asshole. Had she been worried about fucking me? Would that have been such a terrible thing? Or did I look like a rapist?

She was insulting my manhood, but I couldn’t say anything about it. My pride would have to hurt privately.

Suddenly I couldn’t stop thinking about the things about her that irritated me. I remembered how she had noticed a gun in my pocket. If a human woman from Earth could see it, I realized anyone could, and I would need a smaller firearm.

I wondered why the men wanted to kill her. She seemed intelligent, but not dangerous. I had always felt intimidated by smart women. Emmy made me uncomfortable.

Why didn’t she have any luggage, and why did she take Montana’s ticket?

I wasn’t going to get answers anytime soon, especially if we were in different rooms. Emmy said she couldn’t tell me. I knew the reason why. She didn’t trust me. She didn't know anything about me and knew nothing about my character. She had no reason to have faith in me.

Still, the sheer number of questions was annoying.

I wanted her to look up to me, rely on me, and trust me implicitly. I was sure that was what Montana would have done.

What I didn’t want was a woman who looked at me like she was my equal. She was a human. I didn’t want one who could stand on her own two feet and refused to trust me. Emmy seemed too capable of defending herself.

Wasn’t a wife suppose to be dependent on her husband? And what kind of woman had a hobby that involved weapons?

I had never imagined a female like this could exist.

Emmy was only one room over. When I told her we didn’t have to sleep together, she let out a sigh of relief, and I knew what that meant. I immediately led her to the guest bedroom adjacent to my room.

After we arrived at my house, I asked for her size. My housekeeper went out and purchased a closet full of clothes to fit her. She was amazed to find clean pajamas ready for her on the bed. It was perfect for her, but I felt incomplete when I bid her goodnight and went to bed alone.

What a terrible wedding night. I felt let down. I expected more from my marriage, arranged or not.

That was before Emmy came into the picture and messed everything up. I felt my heart hardening at the thought of my new wife.

We wouldn’t have to spend too much time together. In the shower, I had decided it was time for me to start working again. If the marriage didn’t work out, I would have to find something else to give my life meaning.

Work was the next best thing to a happy marriage. Emmy might be beautiful and intelligent, but she would never be a wife like Montana.

My dream of a happy marriage was over.

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E
MMY

I wondered what Ven was doing over in his room by himself. I hoped he was sleeping and not imagining me naked. I shook my head and went back to assessing the climbing equipment I borrowed from the front closet.

Since I didn’t have access to a shop, the climbing gear I gathered in a little detour after I went to the bathroom would have to do. Thank goodness I happened to have a large carabiner on me. It was big enough to reach around one of the poles of the canopy bed in my room. It attached tightly with a sharp click. I yanked the rope, and it seemed to hold, so I took the remaining line and dropped it out the window.

I was capable of using the front door like a normal person, but I had reservations about it. There was a sophisticated alarm system attached to the house. Although Ven had keyed my biometric signature into the security system, if I walked out the front door he would know too much information about me. He would be able to determine exactly when I left and maybe even the direction I headed.

My plan was to climb out the window instead. In the morning, when he found the rope, it would be obvious how I escaped. By then I would be on the next spaceship to Heralla and out of his hair.

He said he needed a wife. Now he had one. He could keep his fortune. The only thing I would take was some climbing equipment and 500,000 credits from our joint bank account.

I wondered if he would notice the missing money. The number of credits was nothing to someone with his wealth. It was the same amount I gave to his fiancee. I would be getting back the money that was supposed to fund the rest of the expedition to get the ladle. I needed the money for space travel. I didn’t think Ven would begrudge me a few credits as long as I helped him keep the rest of them.

But I still didn’t ask him about it.

I felt mildly guilty about leaving in the middle of the night without saying goodbye. Ven seemed like a good man, but I had an agenda. Getting married and playing house wasn’t a part of it.

I lowered myself out the window and climbed down the rope. I didn’t bother with a harness because I was only descending three floors. If I couldn’t go down three floors without falling, I deserved to die. There were a few dangerous-looking rocks at the bottom, but everything was rocky on this planet.

I had faith in my arms. I possessed plenty of upper body strength, and I had always been good at rope climbing. In school, I would quickly go all the way up to the ceiling of the gym on the climbing ropes and hang at the top for a while before coming back down.

My life was spent taking risks, not like Ven. I imagined him sleeping contentedly in his bed, not wanting anything in his dull luxurious life to ever change. Part of me pitied him. He was attached to material possessions and his lifestyle. I could see that a spark had left him a long time ago.

I imagined he might have been more fun earlier in his life, before he became a stick-in-the-mud. For a moment, I wondered what would happen if I stayed around long enough to help him remember who he could be. But I shut down the thought as soon as it made an appearance in my mind. I didn’t have time for a man in my life, in any way, shape, or form. Right now, my work was my life. It was up to me to continue Morley’s legacy now. I didn’t need any additional complications.

Getting married wasn’t the best decision for me. It had been a favor for a stranger, nothing serious.

Now it was over. It was time for me to leave and find Zelia's ladle.

My feet hit the ground, and I drew in a deep breath of warm night air. It tasted like freedom. I wasn’t a prisoner in the house, but I didn’t think he needed to be involved in my life. I wished I could stash the rope somewhere and hide my tracks, but in any event, it wouldn’t take Ven long to figure out what happened. If he didn’t know when I left or where I was going, he couldn’t answer anyone’s questions about my whereabouts.

Abel’s men wouldn’t hesitate to hurt Ven if they thought they could get to me through him. I wanted him completely out of the picture for his protection.

When I reached the edge of the property, I turned and shook my head at the big, empty house on the rock. It seemed lonely. Even though the exterior was beautiful, I could sense desolation beneath the surface.

Too bad things turned out this way.

There was a flight off the planet to Heralla tomorrow morning, and the next one wasn’t until three days later. I had some things to do to get ready.

I didn’t want to miss the spaceship. I didn't have any time to waste. I began slowly jogging toward the nearest major street.

Stars and possibility filled the night sky. I glanced up at them, smiling and feeling excited once I had left the dejected house that was not a home. I was moving toward the future and the accomplishment of a lifetime goal. I was finally getting somewhere and felt a sense of satisfaction for the first time since I had been forced to leave Heralla the first time.

I didn’t look back.

V
EN

I tossed and turned, thinking about my life and wondering if I had ruined things by using TerraMates. Maybe I could have convinced one of my female friends to marry me and help me out. Surely it would have been easier than living with a stranger for the next year.

Something didn’t sound right. I froze, holding perfectly still. There was noise coming from Emmy’s room. I listened patiently for a moment, then got up and put my ear to her wall.

I wondered if she was ill, but the noise didn’t sound biological. She was quiet. If I had been asleep, I wouldn’t have heard a thing.

Click.

I frowned, wondering what could have made a sound like that in her room. It felt familiar, like something I had heard a hundred times before. Was it the closet door? Her suitcase, maybe? Something she brought with her?

My room was eerily quiet all of a sudden. If Emmy was awake, she must have gone back to sleep because I couldn’t hear any more sounds coming from her room. I went back to my bed, full of curiosity about what she had been doing.

When I thought about it, I realized I knew nothing about my new wife. Perhaps she had other peculiar hobbies. I didn’t know much about Earth women, but it seemed strange that she was interested in weapons. Despite our differences, apparently it was one thing we had in common. I had used guns frequently in the military, but I was familiar with physical weapons such as swords, daggers, and the bow and arrow.

Since I became independently wealthy, I had spent some time acquiring and learning how to use old Stalwartian weapons. I had even started fencing lessons. I had the time and the money, so I thought I should put it to good use. I set up a training dojo for practicing martial arts and working with a fencing instructor. A target for archery practice was located outside the dojo.

Sleep eluded me, so I decided I should use my time productively and run through my sword kata. I pulled off my pajama pants and donned a pair of shorts, leaving my chest bare. It was a warm night, and I would be hot soon enough. At the training studio, I picked up the meerkif hanging on the wall. It was a curved sword and a traditional weapon on Stalwart.

The meerkif was my favorite blade. It was heavy, but I was used to the balance. I hefted it and centered my weight correctly, assuming an opening stance. Taking a deep breath, I flipped the sword out, facing the blade away from me and carving an arc through the night air.

I lifted the weapon over my head and brought it down with a controlled swing. I slashed horizontally to the left and the right, moving backward each time.

When I finished the exercise, I bowed and replaced the sword on the wall. I padded slowly up the stairs in my bare feet, feeling calmer and more relaxed. Perhaps I would be able to sleep now.

As I lay in bed, about to drift off into a deep sleep, I realized what made the loud clicking noise. The epiphany jolted me awake.

The sound came from one of my largest climbing clips. I used it for hauling large amounts of cargo up and down cliffs. Stalwart was a rocky planet, and everyone knew how to climb. I knew it as well as I knew the sound of my voice, but I hadn’t recognized it immediately due to the context.

Why would that sound be coming from Emmy’s room?

I wasn’t going get any sleep now. I hopped out of bed and was in the hall in seconds, positioning myself outside her door. My hand was poised to knock when I hesitated.

What if I imagined everything? Was she sleeping peacefully in bed at this moment? What if I woke her up, demanded to know about a vague clicking noise, and she told me to get the hell out of her room? It would not be an auspicious beginning to our union. Along with the chaste wedding night, it was shaping up to be an evening full of bad omens.

The security camera footage would let me see what was happening without disturbing her. It would also make me feel like a creep. It felt like invading her privacy and if she ever found out, she would be justifiably upset. Spying was out.

On the other hand, if something was wrong and she needed my help, I would kick myself for not going in sooner. My life had gotten pretty complicated in a few hours of marriage. I pressed my lips together and made a decision.

I knocked on the door and waited. I imagined Emmy would come sleepily to the door and ask me why I was bothering her. I had a story prepared that was mostly true. I could tell her I heard a suspicious noise in her room and wanted to investigate.

She would probably think I was coming in to seduce her. Would that be a bad thing?

The door wasn’t opening. I waited, frowned at the door, and knocked again. No answer. When I tried opening the door, I discovered it was locked.

Either she was a sound sleeper or something was terribly wrong. What was happening inside that room? I scanned my retina on the lock, and the door slid silently open. I crept in quietly, not wanting to wake or disturb anyone in the room. It was dark and I felt like checking the window to make sure it was closed. The security system in the house was state-of-the-art, but you never knew what might happen.

I tripped and found myself falling onto my face, but I tucked and rolled at the last minute, avoiding a painful fall. I smiled to myself. The reflexes were still there.

Why had I tripped? I spoke a command to activate the lights, revealing a mess on the floor. I had tripped over one of my climbing ropes, which someone had clipped to the pole of the canopy bed. The line led to the window.

There wasn’t a sign of Emmy anywhere.

Some of her clothes were still here, but her backpack was missing. I couldn’t tell if she had taken any clothing with her, but it seemed clear she was gone. I didn’t know where or why, but I had to get her back. Otherwise, this marriage would have been for nothing.

* * *

I
t took
eight hours to retrieve the location of the gun. The information was available, but I had to go through a lot of government red tape to get it. If I had foresight, I wouldn’t have needed to wait at all. I could have put a tracker under my control in the gun instead of relying on the government-provided chip. The decision could have saved me hours.

Instead, I had to wait until the office opened, then wait some more because there was a line of people in front of me. When it was finally my turn, I had been standing around for hours while someone else found my information and decrypted it. I never thought anyone would steal my weapon.

I stared at the screen, trying to interpret the data. The locator chip sent back information every ten minutes. I was looking at a map with flashing lights ranging from faint yellow all the way to dark red, showing where she had been. The brightest yellow indicated her first location and the red dot was a prediction of her current location.

After Emmy left my house, she made her way to the main city street. She made a couple of random stops, then headed directly to the spaceport. She intended to leave the planet.

The thought of her departure triggered a tremor in my heart. Why did that idea make my heart jump? I didn’t know her. It didn’t matter if she was my wife or not.

It seemed that she had moved around the spaceport. The darkest red dots showed her going away from the building again. Apparently she hopped into a car and was heading out onto the nearest freeway. That didn’t make sense. If she was leaving the planet, why would she take a joyride back into the city? The next flight left in less than an hour.

I drew in a sharp breath and set the coordinates of my car to the loop outside the spaceport. Emmy was in trouble.