CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
As the flurry of servants ran around the mansion in preparation for a wedding I wasn't prepared for, my focus was on Xavier's former lover who was suddenly a part of the house with no defined motive.
It's been four days since the date night and I still hadn't been able to talk to Theresa about what I’d eavesdropped from her room that night because, well, she's been attached to Lisa like glue.
She came every morning after Xavier had gone to work to prepare my bath and set out clothes for the day and to drop the excuses that would exempt her from sparring with me in the morning as usual.
I really wished I could locate Roe because there was no way I was ever going to see her as my friend again after this.
I'd been hooked to the books I'd gotten from the library which was a perfect excuse to refuse all of Xavier's recurring date night requests.
I guess the kiss had sparked some sort of hope in him but I wasn't ready to let that bloom.
The fact that he actually had someone who he was in love with and had promised to return to had me in a confused state.
On the one hand, I was happy at the thought of having my old life back and the promise of a future where I had control over my life and mind but then, a possessive feeling took over me each time I thought about telling Xavier to simply focus on his past lover instead of me. It was because of that feeling that I felt hurt because his choice of me was out of his control; in other words, he didn't really want me like that. The woman that he really, genuinely wanted was currently downstairs with my supposed maid and friend, probably gossiping about me.
Also, he has failed in his promise of never using the mind control twice in less than two weeks since it happened and even though it was under reasonable circumstances, I just felt weird about it. Who knows what other circumstances would be termed as reasonable? He didn't think I could think for myself in that situation and I nearly died because he made a wrong call.
And that is probably how it started between the King and Queen but now, he used it on stupid little things that just makes him feel powerful.
I wasn't excited about that prospect and decided I needed to take a break from the whirlwind that was Xavier Seth.
I dropped the history book I was reading and stood up. Maybe it was time to finally confront her, I'd dilly-dallied enough.
I had created a routine around my sister’s school. I woke up to help her with the clothes in my closet since hers had not arrived yet and then I went to work out and swim before heading for breakfast.
Then I spent the rest of the day reading or getting disturbed by these damn wedding planners. I'm so happy my mother was coming over tomorrow so they could harass her about the perfect shade of tulips to use. I didn't care about this wedding one but
I walked out of the elevator and I heard the irritating and high pitched voice of Lisa's laughter and I headed that way.
I usually wouldn't have had any issues with the girl but after being told her claim on my – on the Prince, she still stayed back in hopes of getting his attention.
More annoying was him not sending her away. It was like he wanted her here and Theresa wasn't making it any easier for my jealous mind.
They were sitting by the balcony that overlooked the gardens.
I walked in on them going over the magazines that she got for me so I could choose a wedding dress. I may not have been enthusiastic about it but it really hurt that she seemed to be making a mockery of me with it.
I approached them and immediately they saw me coming, they quickly shut up like I was intruding on a private moment.
“Theresa, I need to talk to you,” I demanded. I didn't mean for my voice to come out so harshly but I couldn't help it. I was pissed and I was tired of hoping she'd shake off whatever it was and keep her promise of being my friend.
“Why are you talking to her like that? Is she your servant?” Lisa barked at me.
“Yes, she is. Or has that arrangement changed, Theresa? Does your loyalty lie with someone else now?” I hissed, irritated.
“Of course not, Tessa. I'll be right there with you in a moment, please.” She said dismissively but it only served to piss me off further.
You know what? Screw finding out more from her, she was obviously not a re friend and I didn't see the point of keeping her close
“It's obvious you're tired of your job,” I said to her and I turned around, leaving them stunned.
I walked out of the mansion and was headed to the pool, knowing I couldn't stand reading a book in this state.
I needed new hobbies or something, my life was becoming too monotonous.
But as I was about to turn the corner that led to the back where the bigger pool was, a car drove into the compound.
It was the King.
I began to wonder why he'd come here at this time. It was obviously his son's house but said son was in the capital Secretariat and wouldn't be back till evening as he was wound to do these days.
It felt like he was giving up on me every new day. I didn't mind. It was a marriage of convenience and it was best he realized that as soon as possible. It would make my job easier. I didn't want to seem like a prostitute using my body to get what I needed for my people even though that was beginning to look like the only option.
I'd asked him for a new school for my town and he promised to look into it but it's been days now and he hasn't said anything about it.
The King walked down from his car and I went to greet him for formality's sake. Left to me, I'd disappear from there.
“Good afternoon, Your Majesty,” I bowed respectfully.
“How are you doing?” He asked cordially which surprised me. The man was always a thorn in my flesh each time he came around.
“I'm doing great sir. You came too early, Xavier is still at the Secretariat,” I informed him, straining my neck to look up at his over six feet alien form.
“I'm aware he's not around. I wanted to talk to you before he came back, walk with me,” he said and a feeling of trepidation crawled into me.
It was normal for him to have opinions about me but he always went through Xavier and I expected that of him.
But deciding to personally talk to me had me on edge.
“Is there a problem sir? Did I do anything wrong?” I asked, a shiver coursing through me at the memory of him nearly killing me without raising a finger on the night Xavier claimed my mind and mouth.
“There won't be one if you don't want it. Come with me, hm?” He cooed, his expression unreadable.
I followed him like a lost lamb and he led me to his room which was weird. I'd never been there before and for good reason.
The man was a selfish monster, if he decided to murder me, there won't be any way to stop him.
But how can I say no to the King of the planet?
Well, the things that came out his mouth that blazing, hot afternoon made me discover that I could in fact say ‘over my dead body's like Roe’s mother usually said dramatically.
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