Captive Of The Count

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So loves, I am really sick and in shaa Allah I shall be going to the hospital today. Hoping not to get admitted😪forgive my errors if you found any in the chapter cause I had a really bad time editing because of my health and I didn't want to keep you guys waiting❤

Amara's pov

Orian had a lot of sides to him and they were too much for a normal person to keep up with.

There was grumpy Orian, forest Orian, and daddy Orian. I loved when he was daddy Orian but there could be a new side that I would cherish, drunk Orian.

Drunk Orian worried about me leaving him and he could creep under beds with me. He made jokes about my forehead and kissed my stomach like he needed it to breathe. Drunk Orian turned me over in the middle of the night still heavy on the booze he had consumed. He pulled my dress up and massaged my ass with the same oil he had used when we were stranded in the forest with apologies coming from him repeatedly, being sorry for not doing it earlier, I think he called it aftercare.

And when he was done massaging and laying kisses on my ass cheeks, he turned us back to our previous position, nuzzling his face in my stomach and murmuring something about how our babies should look like me. He made the statement of how ugly he was again and I caressed his hair silently telling him that he wasn't an ugly man.

Drunken Orian had low self-esteem, I guess.

He fell asleep again to me massaging his head and I had a hard time falling asleep thinking of all the things he had done tonight and the way he acted.

It was wholesome.

I do hate the smell of alcohol and how aggressive drunken people could be. But I could tolerate the smell and he wasn't any bit aggressive, he was sweet and being a big baby.

I think he should drink all the time if it means that he would stay a nice daddy.

Drunk Orian is perfect Orian.

I parted my lips releasing a yawn and moved my hands that were tucked under my chin. my hands tucked under my chin? I do not remember doing that. I shifted against the pillow I rested my head on and moved to lay on my back before hooking the covers from my chest and pulling them down.

Covers, pillows, tucked in bed, I do not remember sleeping like this and I felt no body weight on top of me neither did I get the familiar feeling of hair and a nice head against my stomach, strange.

I turned to my side and finally snapped my eyes open meeting with form of a person I had dreaded what his reaction would be by morning, well here it was, let's get through this, shall we?

He was standing at the edge of the bed, peering down at me with his face bland of emotion. I'd rather stare at a cat's litter box forever than try to figure out the mean look on his face.

His hair shone from the morning light trailing through the window. It looked washed as some of the strands showed signs of wetness. He had it smoothed back and stray strands fell across his face.

Do not reach out and tuck them back in place, don't do it! Don't do it!

I pressed my palms to the bed trying hard not to reach out and arrange his hair. His expression was terrifying as always. It was just like tattooing a stay away from me on the forehead. I took in his fresh outfit, a designed shirt and pants similar to the ones his warriors were dressed in and it only meant one thing, we would definitely get to his kingdom today if we were to continue our journey.