Half an hour has passed and I'm still wondering around the hallways. It's truly a maze of some kind. I keep returning to the same point and it looks like I'm walking in freaking circles. I was trying to get back to the bedroom I was staying in, but there was a small obstacle.
My stomach growled loudly once more and I scowled to the open air. I need food.
I was having cravings to the maximum and it was starting to get me cranky. And to top it all off, it appears to be the o-so-happy time for my period to appear out of the blue. Fuck my life.
Anyway, back to the biggest point of all. My pants were red. And they were white. Now tell me, what seems to be wrong in this picture?
The redness.
I was pulling down my black shirt constently in the fear of someone seeing my period stained pants. I was emberrassed to no end. Whenever a maid or a butler walked by I couldn't even open my mouth to ask the directions back to my room.
Okay, Kasey. Get it together and just ask.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
"Are you alright, miss?" The deep voice of the young handsome boy rung through my mind. Holy Jesus Christ. He's fine. Damn fine.
He had brownish short hair, cut to the haid, and hazel eyes. He was built like a rugby player and his face was shaped like a god send angel.
What is it with all those good looking people here? I haven't seen one ugly bitch and I feel so out of place. I need ugly people around me, Ok. It makes me seem beautiful.
"Miss?"
"Huh?" Damn it, those eyes.
"Are you ok?"
The only response I seemed to achieve was a small nod and a nervous giggle. I once again pulled down my shirt when I felt the warm blood multiply in my underwear.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Fuck me.
I slowly walked away from him with my front still facing him. He frowned and I waved slowly and blushed deep red. God, this is so humiliating. His eyes widened before he turned around and scurried away, getting back to work. I let out a deep sigh and let my musscles release their tension. My back hit the wall and I leaned against it.
"Are you comfortable, mea sponsa?"
O fuck, no. This isn't a wall.
My eyes shot open and I almost tripped over my own feet while I was moving away from him as fast as I possibly could. O God, no. For how long was he there?
Did he see-
O, please, let this be unreal.
I fastly turned around and hid the red stain with my black shirt.
I looked up and looked straight into the golden eyes of the 'king'. They were shining with an emotion I could not register. He was wearing a black shirt wich was fold up to his elbows. He wore jeans under the black shirt and to top it all off he was wearing just a simple pair of sneekers. He looked delicious. He could definitly make my hunger vanish.
"I'm sorry, I-" I swallowed and looked away from his burning gaze. He makes me feel like I'm on fire. "I didn't know it was..." I stopped talking when I noticed he was starting to unbutton his shirt. Three more buttons and heaven would be revealed.
He opened up the last button and it almost made me drool all over the place. He had one hell of a six-peck. Wait.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
Fuck.
Forget about the six-peck. It's a fucking eight-peck.
"Wh- what are you doing?" I whispered while looking away from his toned chest into his golden eyes.
And let me tell you, I've never had to pull so much selfcontrol together to look away from his divine body.
He gave me a soft smile and completely pulled off his shirt before taking a step closer to me. I took a step back and we kept playing that little game till I was trapped against the wall.
I whimpered softly when there was merely a meter apart from us. I could already smell his delicious cologne which made my knees feel like jelly and my mind melt like ice in the burning sun. His hand reached for my hip and pulled me away from the wall. A shaky breath left my mouth when I felt the electricity run through my body. His eyes were looking deeply into mine and it filled my body with lust. His other hand, with the black shirt in it, dissapeared behind my body as well and brushed along my bare skin on my back. I pushed back the moan and closed my eyes for a second.
I was so ready to jump on his body and take him right there, when suddenly his hands appeared infront of my body again and he was busy knotting the shirt around my body.
O.
My.
God.
He saw it.
"God! Please!" I whined, "please, kill me now." A soft whimper left my lips and made me feel even more misserable then I already felt. The cramps kept building up and becoming like tsunami's hitting my belly. It has never been this bad before. And I truly don't know what to do anymore. I ttied everything. From a warm bath to taking some Aspirin, and nothing helps.And it's fucking killing me.
Screw him.Like you wouldn't love that.Ok, true, I would. I even fantasised about that. And believe me, I would volunteer like Katness Everdeen if he would ever ask.
You know, everybody has something that they can't deal with or simply can't do. Some can't speak in public, for an example, when they get on stage they become so nervous they freeze like a stone and there isn't coming a word out of their mouth. It's sad to watch. Nobody wants to look like a statue infront of hundreds of people.My problem is a little bit smaller. And turns around one person. But it seems worser to me than anything. All my life I've been deeling with it. But it's never been this
The temptation to kiss him right there and then was overwhelming. His hands resting on my ass. He squeezed, I moaned. He slapped, I groaned. Everything felt so good, too good.The emberassment was still there though. My head was warmed up to the max. It felt like it was going to explode. But his hands, God his hands. They were magical. I couldn't think straight. Words where out of the picture. And damn it, my brain wasn't working because of his smell.
Would you believe if I told you I tried to kill myself once? Or twice? Would you believe that I cut my wrists open a hundred times and one time just went to far what got me into rhe hospital for two weeks?Well, you shouldn't. 'Cause I never tried, but I'm close to it now. The awkward tension in the room was just to much for me.
I have no idea whats happening to me but there are unicorns involved...And, yes I know, unicorns aren't real... in this universe. Never underestimate the power of the unicorns. I still don't believe in it though. It's just a horse with a weird thing on his head. It's like a human with a tale... oh, nevermind, that's basicly an ape.
He rocked my world. That's one way to say it. But he made me unavailable to any other man, no man will ever be able to satisfy like he did. A man will never be able to overthrow this. This was truly the best I ever had.The king was laying beside me in bed when I woke up. His long blond hair was hanging before his eyes. Those eyes who watched me fall apart under him last night. Under him, on top of him. Infront of him. We did it all. And God was it good.
"Holy shit, girl. That's messed up." Mase and Bonny are sitting infront of me, I just told them everything that happened in the last few days. From the nuts to the fight and I don't mean his balls, I seriously mean the nuts incident."I know, the fact that I liked him seems crazy at the moment. I mean, I still like him, but the way he acted when I said I wanted to go home was so weird. It actually frightened me." I took a sip from the steaming cup of tea infront of me while explaining how I felt