Sleeping With The Devil (sequel to Two Faced Love)

Part 5

The moment that you closed the locked door, you knew that it wasn't going to keep him away from you.

The irony of his statement before he left your room, or your chambers technically. Because it was going to take a bit for you to wrap your head around the royalty terminology. If you were going to stay here long enough you were really going to have to find a book about royalty terminology so you could brush up.

I would never hurt you. You huffed at that, as you felt the telltale feeling of saliva buildup in your mouth, signaling round two of dinner upchuck for you. Making you run in the bathroom taking the second to close and lock that door as well before vomiting. Or trying to but you ending up just dry heaving.

With a groan you got up and looked at your reflection in the mirror and wasn't expecting the reflection that you saw before you.

You weren't expecting the slight gody look of your face. Which was probably due to the pregnancy and the baby practically feeding off of you for your blood. Your regular dark circles that you heard before that were natural under your eyes, were even worse. So much so that complaining and trying every makeup application you would to conceal them before seemed pointless to how they were now.

Your eyes went from your reflection to the deep tub that was behind you. And across from that was a shower. You sniffed at yourself and you could detect the scent of smoke and fire. As if you got it from your traveling down here from earth.

Without a second thought you walked over to the tub and started it up. Looking at the array of jars that were lined up along the edge.

There were things that were familiar to you, things that you had had in your house you rented before you came here. And you knew that wasn't a coincidence at all. Again he had remembered details and made a point of having everything ready for you. Except for pants. Which still infuriated you.

Not as much as you felt now however when you saw him with that woman. Not even a second after leaving the room and he was already on someone else. Unless that was the point you were just supposed to be queen in figurehead only. To make sure that his reign continued since he would now have a queen and an heir all in one?

You thought of that as you opened the containers and sprinkled bits of bath salts and bubble bath. Watching as they mixed with the hot water, created suds and a quite fragrant scent that you would rather have on your skin than the smell of fire and smoke.

Since that did quite frankly make you think of him. And you didn't want your thoughts going there at the moment. Because the more you thought about him the more you pictured how you would have wanted that encounter to have ended.

Shaking your head you undressed and dipped your feet in the water first before dunking the rest of your body in. And deciding to quickly submerge your head under the water to acclimate your body to the water temperature.

Instead of just simply slamming the door, what you would've wanted to do was something far worse. You had wanted to run up to the both of them and rip the woman away from Paul's grasp.  And then take that woman and rip her head from her shoulders for even thinking that offering herself up to Paul was a good idea. Then show Paul exactly what he was missing out on with going for someone that wasn't you.

You came back up from under the water, your hands gripping the sides of the tub so hard that your knuckles were white from the tension.

The way that the hypothetical situation came to your mind and still made your blood boil. You didn't know if it was just from finding Paul in that situation, pregnancy hormones, not being remotely human anymore or a combination of everything going on. But if left you feeling like you really did want to rip that woman's head from her body.

Which was never a thought that could have ever crossed your mind before. Before Paul came into the picture and changed everything for you.

Before you didn't have a mean bone in your entire body and the when you got wind of him hurting people that shocked you. Even though you knew he required blood. Him killing people affected you.

But now here you were debating on coming out of your room here and finding that woman  that you hadn't even gotten a glimpse at since you slammed the door quickly. Still got a good look at the shocked look on Paul's face though. And he looked also slightly ashamed as well as his eyes landed on you. Like he knew what he was doing was wrong.

You scrubbed at your body with some of the exfoliant that was in a jar at one of the sides of the tub. Watching as the dirt came off your skin. As you went to do the same everywhere else. Until you felt like you rubbed every inch of your body to get the dirt off of you. Only then did you brace yourself to get up from the tub and step out of the bath.

You went to grab a towel since you had not grabbed one to put closer to you for when you got out of the tub. All you saw was a slightly tanned hand with a towel holding the towel out for you to take as you looked up from the hand and saw a very sad and ashamed looking Paul looking back at you. You snatched up the towel and wrapped it around yourself and walked right past him without paying him any mind at all. Something that he probably hadn't experienced before since anyone that probably thought about doing that would end up dead, you realized.

"Do you want to talk about it or ignore me?" as you ignored him and walked to the dresser pulling out the top two drawers and seeing undergarments in both and picking out something before going to the next drawer. Tshirts. In various sizes.

You picked out one and put your undergarments on underneath the towel and then put the oversized t-shirt on over your head.

"At least I have sleepwear options," you say, dropping the towel on the floor. Exhaustion of the events of the day hitting you.

"Can you leave? I'm going to sleep," you said, turning away from him and walking towards the bed. Feeling his hand on your shoulder turning you to face him.

"I don't know what you think happened with that woman. I was feeding on her. I meant what I said. I would never hurt you. I just...wanted you and with that comes the bloodlust urge sometimes. So I left. And fed on the first person that was outside that door. That's all that was," he said, in a low voice.

"Oh, bloodlust uh huh," you said, looking up at him unconvinced.

"You think I would try and sleep with someone after leaving your room. Right outside? Especially when we both know that I would only sleep with you. And if I had my way, I would only feed from you as well, but considering everything," he said looking down at your still flat stomach.

Your anger at him was still there but there was a flicking of desire building within you at his words. Reminding you of how you were with him before coming here.

You stepped back away from him despite your building desire.

"While that may be true, I need time. To think. Especially about the latter part. I need time to adjust to this, this is all new for me. And this, all of this" you gestured around you "isn't new to you at all. Just give me time," you said as you looked up at him and saw calmness over his face at your response.

"Alright," he nodded, as he looked at your face, before turning to leave.

"Just don't take too long. I don't take well to being left waiting" he said, looking back at you with a slight smile before exiting your room.