How Dare You?

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄

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"Hello, lady Monique!" A voice that I believed was very displeasing to the ear, mixed with a British accent from the thickest part of England was heard. Do not get me wrong, I was a whore for accents, British ones especially and most principally, Marcus Blacksmith's accent. Sometimes I'd be having panic attacks and all I had to do was try and recall what his voice sounded like and everything would get rectified.

"Do I know you?" I stepped into the throne room, the heels on my feet making it obvious that Monique Jenkins was in there. I wasn't impressed at all by what I saw.

A man, about five feet and ten inches tall-- only about four inches above my five feet six inches--he was nothing compared to Marcus. Marcus was almost a foot taller than I was--with tousled brown hair(another uninteresting factor when compared to Marcus's sexy, blonde hair). All sorts of birthmarks peppered his skin. His pointed nose was an indication that h