He was sick of failing.
It wasnotgoing to happen again. He wouldn’t let it. He couldn’t. He had to find the one. She had to exist. She was out there somewhere. She had to be. Shehadto be. He just couldn’t take it not working out again.
He couldn’t figure out why things kept turning into a disaster.
What was he doing wrong?
He was choosing women who were smart, with university degrees and good jobs. Who were interested in culture and would appreciate night outs at the opera, the ballet, the theatre, or an art exhibition. Who wanted to work in the home taking care of him and their future children. Who were sweet, kind, and thoughtful women. Who said they were looking for a Prince Charming who would take care of them and provide them with a beautiful home and life.
Well, he was doing just that.
He was providing them with a gorgeous home, where they didn't have to worry about anything, and all he was asking in return was that they follow a few simple rules. Don’t speak unless spoken to, know their place as the woman in the relationship, and make fulfilling his needs their top priority.
That was it. That was all he wanted. So why couldn’t he get it?
These women acted like he was doing something horrible to them. In reality, he had wooed them, he had asked them out and they had said yes, he had acted like the perfect gentleman. Okay he had needed to discipline them, but that was what you did when you cared about someone.
He had done everything right and what had they done? They had been ungrateful witches. He’d had no choice but to get rid of them and try again.
Georgia was the worst.
Pretending to hurt herself to get him in the room, then trying to attack him.
Unbelievable.
He touched the white bandage on his hand. Georgia had managed to get in a cut, he had been terrified that his blood had gotten on her, that when the cops found her body they would find it and then him. But he thought he’d been thorough enough with his clean. He had scrubbed her for hours, working his way methodically over every inch of her body. Not just focusing on the area where he thought the blood might have fallen but every single part of her. It was better to be safe than sorry.
Even thinking about what she had done made his blood boil. He had been in bed, watching the monitor, and touching himself as he fantasized about the first time he and Georgia would make love. He had been so sure she was the one. She was so smart, so strong, he had thought she would relish having someone who thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. He had wanted to treat her like the princess he believed her to be.
But she had fooled him. She wasn't a princess. She wasn't even close. She was a wicked witch who had deserved everything she’d gotten.
Although Georgia had deserved it, and he wasn't sorry about what he had done to her, he was going to have to be more careful. He couldn’t let his emotions take over like that again. He had to remain in control. He couldn’t expect his women to act like a princess if he wasn't acting like a prince. And a prince never behaved that way. A prince was always in control, guiding, rebuking, caring for his subjects.
If he didn't do his part, how could he ever expect to find happiness?
He’d thought he’d found it. Thought that his life was complete, that he had everything he wanted. But then, in one instant, it was gone.
Just like that.
She was gone.
It was over.
He was alone.
He didn't want to be alone. He wanted to find his soul mate, his other half, his princess, but he kept striking out. Jeannie did nothing but hide in a corner, jumping like a terrified mouse every time he entered the room. Tillie did nothing but sob and cry and weep until he couldn’t think straight because of the incessant noise. And Georgia had tried to escape.
Three strikes.
But he wasn't out yet.
Tonight he had a date. With a beautiful red head called Mila. He had decided to do something different this time. Mila was a mother. None of the other women had been. Maybe that was what he was missing. Maybe that was why things hadn’t worked out.
A mother was different. She knew what it was to put others before herself.
Mila was the one.
He knew it. Hefeltit. She was going to be the one to make him happy. She was different than the others. He had to approach this differently too. Maybe not reveal himself to her right away. Maybe just give her the rules and let her learn them, then let her know who he was and why he had brought her here. Then once everything was worked out and they were happy together he would bring her children back to her. Then they would be happy too.