She May be Evil

Chapter 11 King

She's on top of me, shielding me with her body.

Her chest pressed up against mine and her arms wrapped around my shoulders protectively.

Her assortment of knives that are strapped to various places of her body, poking me.

I hesitantly wrap my arms all they way around her waist and I slowly sit up. Processing what happened.

Then I remember the bang. And after that? My body goes on full auto pilot.

I grab Circe's face with my hands. "Are you alright? Are you hurt? Are you okay? Do you have any injuries?" I ask worriedly and start looking frantically all over her body, checking for any signs of blood.

After I see there are no wounds I remember where I am and who I'm with.

I just touched Circe's face. Without her permission. I touched her again. Without asking.

"Your squishing my face." Circe says in a slightly nasally voice, because I am in fact, squishing her face.

My hands fly up to my mouth. "Oh my god I'm sorry Queen Circe, I-I didn't mean t-" she cuts my muffled words off.

"Shh. Stop talking." She silences me like a child. Then she gets off me, -using my shoulders as a stabilizer to get off my lap- and runs to where the bang came from. But then she stops and turns back, yelling "Stay right there Kamau! You know what? Actually, Go inside! Don't go near the windows!"

I just stood there frozen.

She goes to turn back around but she still sees me standing there. "Did you not hear me? Go inside! Do you understand?" She says confused.

What? Does she see me as a child she needs to protect?

I nod.

"Words Kamau."

"I-I understand. I'll go inside." I stutter.

"Good boy." Then she runs off.

My cheeks are on fire as I walk back into the cafe.

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It's been ten minutes since Circe left, and I'm currently sitting in Mrs. Bridger's break room. My knee involuntarily bouncing up, my arms crossed, and my shoulders slumped back on her soft red couch.

I let out a frustrated sigh and ruffle my hair. I even called her 'Queen' Circe because I was so embarrassed.

When will she be back? Why did I listen to her and stay here? What if she's hurt? Or worse.

My throat goes dry.

"Dear, you look a little pale for having dark skin, drink some water and stop worrying. She'll be fine. I mean hell isn't she stronger then you?" She sets some water down on the coffee table in front of me.

My ego would've been hurt if she wasn't completely right. I don't know what Circe's powers are but I know she's stronger. I can feel it. I can sense it.

I sigh and take a big sip of the glass she gave me. "Thanks. I just can't help but worry you know?"

"Ah yes." She pats my head. "That's love."

"What!?" I go into a coughing fit and she roughly pats my back, which isn't helping. "L-love? I don't love her."

She raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything.

I mean she's wrong right? I don't love her.

But.. I've never been in love. So how would I know?

I let out another frustrated sigh and shake my head. I calm my breath and close my eyes. I start to look for a memory that brings me peace, and I'm immediately infiltrated by Circe's sleeping face. Bringing me back to an embarrassing, but more then pleasant memory.

My face deep into warm pillow, I nuzzle in more, only to notice it isn't my pillow. My eyes snap open realizing I'm not alone in this bed.

It takes a seconds for my eyes to adjust before I can see anything. And when I do? I'm blushing like a fucking idiot. I wasn't snuggling into my pillow, it was...Circes neck.

My hands also feel warm. I gulp before kicking the covers off with my feet.

M-my hands a-a-re under her d-d-dress. Oh my god. My right hand does a involuntary squeeze and then I realized what I've done. Am I a pervert now?! What if she wakes up and sees me like this? She'll hate me forever. She'll think I'm some fucking weirdo that gropes people in their sleep.

My left hand is flushed against her bare stomach, while my right is still.... Gripping her bare breast. I need to be punished for this. I should go to jail.

To make matters worse? Her night dress is all bunched up and she has tiny panties on. I can basically see her bare ass. And it's in my lap.

With this new observation, my dick decides it suddenly wants to grow and poke her in the ass.

Alright that's enough.

I remove my hands like she's on fire, I back up so fast that I end up falling off the bed, head first.

"Ouch."

I mean it's not like i didn't enjoy it, it's just totally wrong touching someone without their knowledge, even if you didn't even know you were doing it.

I kept apologizing but she said it was fine. On my last apology she cut me off kinda irritated that I'd done it, so much.

When she touched my ass I was so surprised,.. and embarrassed. Then when she told me why? I could've actually shriveled up and died right there. She knew the whole time and I lied to her. She realized what I'd done and she wasn't mad.

She-she even said that if she didn't like it then I wouldn't have hands right now. I look down at my hands.

The hands that were touching her bare body mere hours ago.

Does that mean she likes when I touch her? Will she let me do it again, with permission? I hope so.

I've never touched a women like that before, it was never my priority. I was never interested. Until now. I just want to constantly be near her now, and touch her.

I heave out a heavy sigh. I feel like a clingy child.

I even made that lousy excuse to hold her hand. My body just feels warm and happy whenever I touch her.

And let's not forget the tingly sensation ether. I don't even know how to describe it. Sparks? Electricity?

Now that I think about it, was this a date? Did she ask me out on a date!? Oh my god what if it was. Does that mean I can ask her out on one?

Now I have to think about where we would go. Where she would want to go. She came here because I suggested it last time. She had no reason to come here otherwise. She invited me somewhere I wanted to go.

I'll ask her tonight.

Last night was the best sleep I've ever had. I'm actually glad those old fuckers were meddling in my affairs. I would never have asked Circe to share the same bed otherwise. I mean would she even had said yes?

The door bangs open and i jump up to my full height and turn my head in that direction.

A lady with disheveled blonde hair comes in. "Um Queen Circe w-wants you. S-she said come outside King Kamau." She sputters terrified.

She looks scared out of her god damn mind.

Just what is out there?

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That memory flashback was trash but let me know your thoughts.

Love when men feel guilty. Brings me joy.

Men blushing and being nervous? More joy.

I literally went to sleep at 8am yesterday 💀

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