The King's Queen

"Come in, Godfrey." The room, adorned with classic furnishings and antique fixtures, takes on a subdued ambiance as the middle-aged man gracefully enters. His splendid hair, neatly gelled, exudes an air of meticulous grooming, adding to the pomp and circumstance that always surrounds him. "Your father is here to see you." I exhale audibly, a subtle roll of my eyes betraying my reluctance. "I'll be down in a moment." "Okay, sir," Godfrey acknowledges, his voice carrying an undertone of deference. He turns around, adding with formality, "Your highness." The room, draped in regal tapestries and bathed in the soft glow of ambient lighting, holds an air of restrained opulence. The scent of aged leather and polished mahogany furniture lingers as Godfrey makes his exit, leaving the room with a quiet sense of anticipation. I finish the remainder of my whiskey, its rich amber hue reflecting the subdued elegance of the surroundings. Slipping into a silk Gucci robe, I take a moment to relish

1. HENRY"Penny, the boss wants to see you," Mara, the boss’s assistant, announces from the doorway, her presence casting a shadow over my desk.I nod, rising from my seat and straightening my blouse before making my way to the boss’s office. Stepping into the elevator, I feel a sense of apprehension creeping over me as it ascends to the top floor. The long passageway leading to Mr. Goodwill's office feels like a journey into the unknown, each step echoing with uncertainty.I knock on the door, and his voice beckons me inside. Mr. Goodwill's gaze sweeps over me as I approach his desk, sending a shiver down my spine. Though he's in his early thirties, his features lack the allure that his position of power seems to afford him."Take a seat," he gestures, his voice carrying a hint of underlying intent.I comply, settling into the chair across from him, my nerves on edge."Well, Penelope, I'm very impressed with your work lately. You've really helped boost the company's financials w

1. PENELOPE"I have plans for tomorrow night," I announce to Ashby as he settles into my living room. He had come over for the night, his usual calm demeanour slightly troubled by whatever had transpired with his brother earlier."With me?" he inquires, his expression curious.I clear my throat, hesitant to divulge the truth. "No, it's with a friend from work," I reply, my voice tinged with unease.Ashby raises an eyebrow, his gaze probing. "What's your friend's name?""Jeanette," I respond, feeling a pang of guilt for the lie slipping easily from my lips.I silently scold myself for falling into this pattern of deception. It's becoming too easy, too comfortable."Sounds like a girls' night out," Ashby remarks cheerfully, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Where are you planning to go?""Acre's," I admit, noting the surprise in his expression at the mention of the upscale restaurant."Yeah, she's been wanting to go, and she asked me to join her," I explain, feeling the weight of

I got home and Aunt Linda was fast asleep on the couch with the TV on, Ashby grabs a blanket on the loveseat and covers her with it and then turns off the TV.We quietly sneak down the hall to my room, where I open the door and we get in.I feel relieved and throw my shoes on the floor."You didn't have to bring me here," I say, placing my purse down on my dressing table.He looks at me, "I wanted to make sure you got home safe.""Thank you."He steps closer to me, and his manly musk hits my nostrils, taking over my senses."Why didn't you tell me abo

"I can't believe he asked you out," Sophia gasps in disbelief.I frown, "You make it sound like it's a dreadful thing."Sophia laughs, "It's not, I just thought he had better taste."Ouch."So, what are you going to wear?"I sigh, "We are having sushi at his house, so I was thinking of jeans and a simple T-shirt and some sneakers."Sophia cringes, "Ew no.""What do you mean no?""If you want to impress the king, you have to do better than that honey, show some boob and some leg."