CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT
When I walked back into the room, Rose had dozed off on the recliner. The doctor had looked her over and confirmed she was very close to her delivery date and I was beyond excited for her to give birth; not just because I wanted to meet a mini her but so she could stop suffering.
They made a big glamor of this experience, like it was better than human pregnancies because of the short term but she didn't look like the Rose I used to know. She was shorter, angrier, and tired. Add to the stupid amount of suffering she'd endured at the hand of that stupid ky’rhan, one could see the last few months hadn't been easy on her.
I felt guilty deep inside to my core, living in this mansion and complaining about a Prince who only threw tantrums while she was getting thrown on the floor for refusing to have sex with a stranger she didn't know.
She was not able to tell me everything that happened to her and the less she talked, the wilder my imagination ran.
As I dressed up in the lacy nightwear, I vowed to succeed. If not for anything, to prevent young girls Like Anna from ever going through this.
I went to brush my teeth, definitely not wanting him to get any hint of the alcohol in my system and I even drank a bit of the toothpaste froth for good measure. I sprayed water on my face so it could look more alive and I bit my lips to give it that plump look I usually saw on the magazines.
When I finished, I sprayed a subtle perfume at the back of my ears, making sure it didn't overpower my natural scent. He seemed to like that a little too much with all the sniffing. He always thought he was discreet about it though.
Everything was themed at loud but subtle, irresistible but I wasn't trying too hard and I loved how I looked.
I went to Rose to wake her up so she could lay on the bed.
“Rosie,” I called and immediately, she woke up. Her reaction was close to violent and I knew she thought she was still there. “Shhh, you're here now. You're safe,” I cooed, my heart breaking a little bit more.
“Oh. Sorry, nightmares,” she whispered.
“You'll get used to peace, I'll make sure of that,” I promised and we shared a tearful smile.
“You're ready?” She asked
“Yea, how do I look?” I asked, taking a step back to which she grinned.
“He won't know what hit him,” she laughed a little, making me laugh too.
“Let me help you to the bed, okay? The recliner is awesome but you can't sleep on it, alright?”
She agreed and gradually, I helped her lie in the middle of the bed and although I was panting a little, I was happy she was settled.
“See you in the morning,” I said, kissing her forehead.
“You're behaving like my Momma,” she laughed
“I know you cannot wait to see her,”
“She'll be over the moon. Now leave me, go get that man,” she shooed me away, our laughter echoing across the room, spilling into the hallway.
I walked slowly, like I was about to offer myself for sacrifice which in a way, I was. He already had my life, my essence and my mind which he took without my permission and now I was offering him my body but this time, I would demand everything from him, even his dignity.
I stood there for a long, agonizing minute, my mind screaming at me to screw this plan and go back to the safety of my bed but I couldn't. I knew I had to at least try so I knocked on the door, my heart race increasing drastically.
Like he'd been waiting for me, the door opened immediately.
At first, it was like something lit a match na field covered with gasoline as we both breathed each other in.
Not to brag but I knew how delectable I looked in my lacy nightwear, the neckline dipping a little too down that the top of my breast tempted you to demand to see more.
The material wasn't see through or anything but you knew with one rough pull, you could tear it into shreds. It covered everything, yet nothing.
On the other hand, it seemed he'd just walked out of the bathroom. The drops of water on his chest glistened in the bright light and I was sure the guards down the hallway could hear my heavy breathing at the sight before me.
My toes curled into my furry slippers, my fingers curling into itself as I took in his toned abs, the tiny hairs that lined from his navel and disappeared into his sweatpants, making me wish I could trail my tongue all the way to wherever it led me.
“Is there a problem?” He broke the tense silence between us. He didn't sound offended or anything, more in the lines of concern or maybe I was imagining that.
“Um, I um..” I stammered, all the fake bravado the alcohol had offered disappearing altogether.
“Come in, don't want you to shrivel up in the cold,” he said, inviting me into his warm room.
I took in the room I once shared with him and I realized he didn't change anything from the last time I was in here. It still stung how he easily got rid of me like I was disrupting his peace or something.
But then I reminded myself that the goal here was to win a war for the humans and not give a fuck what I felt about his actions.
“You feeling in a better mood to talk now?” He asked with a smile.
I hated how he knew the effect he had on me. Dude was literally flexing his pacs at me intentionally and he definitely wasn't playing fair.
I mean, I could level the playing field and take off the outer layer of my outfit but I wasn't going to play this game at his pace.
Slow and subtle, Tessa, slow and subtle.
“Um, so you know my best friend is here and she's quite pregnant,” I began, and thankfully, my voice didn't fail me this time around.
“Yea, how is she settling in?”
“Well, better than that hellhole she was rescued from. I'm still working on renovating one of the guest rooms for her but for tonight, she has to sleep in my bed so um I wanted to… ask,”
“Go on, I'm listening,” he encouraged me, giving me the push I needed
“I was hoping I could sleep with you till her room is ready. I'm scared of rolling over her in my sleep or something. She's been through so much,” I explained, pouring so much sadness in my voice you'd have to be the devil himself to resist.
Thankfully, he's just the alien King.
“Of course baby, is that what's got your panties in a twist?”
“Um, I'm not wearing panties,” I whispered innocently.
“Fuck!’ he growled and my plan was set in smooth motion.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
