CHAPTER HUNDRED AND ONE
The breeze blowing kept messing with my hair so he produced rubber and walked over to my back. He helped me tie my hair up before returning to his seat.
He had switched from his strict demeanor to this one that could be considered romantic.
I just wasn't sure he knew it was wasted on me.
With each forkful of meat I put in my mouth, the closer Aisen drew to me.
By the time I was done eating, he'd moved his chair from across the table to sit next to me, his hand wrapped around my shoulders.
I let him do as he pleased without complaints.
The thought of going back to Xavier and Xander kept me strong and I refused to think of what would happen if I didn't manage to escape.
I'd been going through some of the books in my head and realized that their military strength wasn't one that Xavier could just attack and win.
He'd need years of planning and a huge amount of resources to be able to successfully make an impact huge enough that they'll let me go to him.
“How did you like the food?” He asked me, his voice taking on a deep baritone that showed he was already imagining how our night might go. It served to bring me back to the present, one I didn't like very much.
He was going to be incredibly disappointed, that was for sure.
“It is delicious, thank you,” I said truthfully. They predominantly ate meat on this planet from what I'd seen but still, the cook took their time with this one.
Their cultures supported buff, masculine men in every way, even the way they talked. You'd never hear a man having a soft voice. I learned they had a boot camp for boys once they get to a certain age where they're forced to grow up.
So it definitely meant they didn't spend time learning how to love and this entire date seemed like something out of a novel.
He'd driven us to a seaside where a table had been set while someone played the piano next to us, the volume not too loud so we could hear each other talk.
His hair was packed in a sleek bun and he had trimmed his beards a bit so he appeared groomed in every sense of the word. He was a prince so I suspected the ladies helped him prepare everything.
The table was spread with varieties of meat and fruits, giving me a perfect combination of tastes.
“Don't worry, you'll show your appreciation back home,” he replied with a smirk, but I frowned immediately.
I was done pretending all of his antics were working. If I didn't end this now, he might actually lose his marbles when he did find out.
I don't even know why I was letting him deceive himself. I guess I wanted to have a moment of tranquility, and he was acting so nicely because he thought he was going to finally get through to me.
“Appreciation? How? You asked for this date; I didn't think I'd be owing you anything afterward,” I said to him, and I could see the clogs turning in his head.
“You're not… aren't you pleased with it? Is something wrong with the date? Damn, I should have used the violin guy instead of this boring, old quack,” he snapped at himself, shoving his fingers through his hair.
“It's not the piano guy or any of this for that matter; the date was perfect. But it doesn't mean I owe you anything but the gratitude I just expressed,” I replied, moving away from his hand on my shoulder so it rested on the chair.
His frown deepened.
“That's not how this works. I take you to dinner, you give me everything I want from you,” he declared matter of factly.
“And where did you get this awful idea from?”
“I read your books, that's how humans behave!”
Whatever gave him this idea must have been a very outdated text or something a lunatic wrote. I remembered my mom telling me about their first date. He took her back to her house and went back to his, not whatever Aisen was suggesting.
“That's how assholes behave and I wonder where you got such a text. It's all wrong. Whoever goes home with a guy after a date has a connection with him or his private part,” I explained to him calmly. “But at the end of the day, it's the woman that decides and I'm married to someone who I really love. I also need to go back to my newborn son, so if you could please put me on a spaceship and send me back, I'll be the happiest woman ever,” I said, knowing deep down inside me that I was reaching for something out of my station.
He stood up from his seat and began muttering to himself.
“It's not working! It's not working!” His voice translated in my head.
After his walk of frustration, he came back, carried his seat, and sat opposite me again.
“So how do you plan to earn your keep in my kingdom?” He asked, his tone flat.
He was done being nice.
“I um, I can still give good advice, I know a lot of things,” I answered, scared of the look in his eyes.
“You are still taking me for an idiot. So I'll take the choice away from you. Tonight is the last night you'll spend on the bed I gave to you. You'll either spend it on mine or in the dungeons. I'm not sending you there right away because they're not done building it the way I asked them to,” he informed me in an angry voice. Thick, lethal, and unquestionable.
“Finish your drink so we can leave,” he commanded while making signals with his hand in the air.
I gulped the drink in the glass in one go so I could use it as an excuse for sleeping in tomorrow.
So it was set in stone, if I didn't escape tomorrow night, I was going to have sleep with him or be sent to the dungeon
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