She May be Evil

Chapter 10 Queen

Birds chirping and sunlight shining on my face, making me squint my already closed eyes. I go to turn my body but I'm unable to do so.

Too tired to process, I keep my eyes closed for several more minutes before finally opening them and taking in the unexpected scene before me.

Thick black coily hair tickles my face. A steady breath fanning down my neck. I lift up the sheets to inspect further. My nightdress is bunched up at my waist, leaving basically my whole ass out because of my less then coverage underwear. But that's not even the most interesting part.

His hands are underneath my nightdress.

One of his hands are sprawled over my stomach, firmly pressed against. His other arm is under my body, under my clothes, and his hand has a... lazy grip on my breast. My bare boob.

My backside is smushed against his bare chest. Basically sitting right on his lap.

Didn't know he was that forward. I took him for the quite shy guy, maybe I was wrong.

Now, this is a violation in many ways, and if it were anyone else their hands would have been cut off already. But for some odd reason, I don't mind his hands.

It makes me feel..... safe.

And since it looks like the sun just came up, I think I'll just go back to sleep.

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I wake up to a loud thud echoing through the room and an 'ouch'.

I open my eyes and adjust before slowly getting up on my elbows, seeing as his arms aren't holding me hostage anymore. I look around the room. He isn't on his side of the bed. So I crawl over to his side and I take in the sight of King Kamau on the floor rubbing his head with a blush on his face.

He blushes a lot. Especially last night. This nightdress seems to effect him.

As soon as I came in last night he started coughing. Choking on his own saliva. I quite liked that reaction. I felt his stare burn into me the whole time I was in this room, and then when we were talking, and when I turned over to go to sleep.

I mean it wasn't like I wasn't looking at him ether, but now I think I'll use this situation to my advantage and take another glance.

His bare upper body on full display. Abs for fucking days, this guy is absolutely ripped, with love handles and all. His grey pajama sweats resting lowly on his hips. My eyes wander back up to his shoulders. His arms are as big as my thighs. And he has a bunch of lighter lines running down from his shoulders. Stretch marks. Hot. My guess is that he grew too rapidly. The guy is pretty big.

I tilt my head to the side. "Good morning."

He startles and avoids eye contact. "G-good morning." He gulps. "Did you -uh, just wake up? Just now?" He asks kinda frantically.

Cute. I guess I'll save him from embarrassment, for now.

"Yes. The loud bang woke me up." I sit down on my legs. "Why are you on the floor?"

I ignore the tent in his pants.

His eyes go wide and he fidgets a little, like I caught him doing something he wasn't suppose to. I mean that's technically correct. But I want to see his answer.

"I- I had a nightmare."

I hum as a response. When he stutters the lie becomes less convincing. But it's still cute.

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"Repeat what I said to Cord. Don't mess it up. It's important." I say patting his back.