Alien Romance: Stranded With The Alien Assassin: Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Romance, Alien Invasion Romance, BBW) (Celestial Mates Book 3) by Marla Therron Read Free Book Online Page A

Phreema and Kani behind as she followed her new master to the payments area. She couldn’t leave yet anyways. What did Kani mean that the law looked past the slave trade? They couldn’t possibly… Maybe the city could, but for the Empire not to notice? Especially if they were stealing from the other planets?
    The only thing Jayne felt good about was the fact that they seemed to confirm that she was in the Milky Way, which definitely meant they would be under the jurisdiction of the Empire. Now, she just had to find someone that would listen to her and put a stop to this all.
    She was still trying to come up with a plan when he was given a cord to wrap around her waist, when he tied it around her and discreetly held it by the small of her back so that it would hide it. “Where are we going?” she asked, almost numbly, as her mind tried to work in six other different ways.
    “We’re going to my home,” he answered, not making her fight for the answer this time.
    Jayne appreciated it, the fact that he called it his home. It wasn’t her home. And she was going to leave as soon as she could figure out a way to get home.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
    D’Anil still didn’t have a reason for why he bought Jayne. He’d spent all his reward money for her, and for what? To take her away from the disgusting man that almost got her? He gave up the idea that he was a hero a long time ago, after the first time he killed a person purely for money. D’Anil also didn’t know what to do with a slave, besides the obvious. And he hadn’t lain with Jayne since the night at the fire. Everything was stiff, strange, for the first month.
    That was mostly his fault, though.
    He was always terrible with any form of relationship. Jayne was trying. She continued to ask question after question about him, about his childhood, his friends, his family. D’Anil didn’t answer all of them. In fact, he didn’t answer most of them. But as much as he liked to pretend he hated her questions, as the days flew by, D’Anil was realizing that Jayne was becoming a comfort.
    Coming home to find someone there, with a meal already made and the house clean, it was something he hadn’t experienced since he was a young boy, since his mother was alive. Even having someone else’s voice fill the normally silent apartment he had in downtown Dlahik was a pleasantly surprising plus to having a slave, especially one that talked as much as Jayne did.
    Jayne, meanwhile, was trying her best to keep up the nice act. She counted the days, knowing that Meta and Sophie were waiting for her to meet them. She wanted to tell them that it wouldn’t work, though, that this city’s government wasn’t going to do anything. But maybe they just had to try . And while she was playing nice, she found herself slowly making a home out of D’Anil’s place.
    It was small, and when she first got to it, it was clear that he only treated it like a pit stop. The place looked barely lived in, no food in the kitchen, and no decorations.
    She told herself it was to stave off the boredom when she would start to decorate, leaving the underground flowers she picked in a glass on a table in the living area, or spreading an extra blanket on the couch. And sometimes she would get rewarded by him, by a smirk or soft smile that D’Anil wouldn’t catch in time. Jayne could see it for just a second, and the fact that he tried to disguise it immediately afterwards made it that much sweeter.
    As awkward as they were, they were building a home together.
    That night, when D’Anil walked through the door, he expected what he’d gotten for the past month. He expected warm lights inside the house, sounds from the kitchen, and Jayne coming out with an easy smile on her face.
    Then she would ask him how his day was, he would avoid telling her the details of the most recent job he did, and he would ask her how her own day was. Which would consist of nothing except for speaking to a