Taken [ O N H O L D ]

9

You have got to be kidding me, Majida thought.

"I'm not sleeping here with you." Majida expresses her thought, while keeping a stern face.

"Of course you will. I'm your King and you do as I say. You should be grateful." The King says. Quince didn't see the problem, any girl would love to take the opportunity to lay in bed with him. He doesn't understand why the girl he's interested in won't sleep with him.

"I should be grateful?!" Majida felt the heat of the anger rising in her body, reaching for something that is not there. "You forced me-no, not forced. You didn't give me a choice on whether or not I would marry you. You demanded me, I didn't want to even be in that stupid show! You said whoever is a better lady will have the title of Queen and Wife to the King. You didn't play fair."

Majida takes a deep breath, after her rant she felt tired. She just wanted to lay down. Not caring anymore, Majida walks in the room and lays there. Not letting the King speak, she closes her eyes and relaxed.

Quince watch Majida with amusement and anger in his eyes, he's going to let what she said pass. He's tired with what happened today. He begins to undress and is left with his boxers on, his mask, his socks and gloves.

Suddenly Majida feels the bed dip and tenses.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to sleep, what else?" he answers, her drawing her close to him by her waist.

"No your not." Majida growls. "I already have to share a room with you. The least you can do is find a couch or something to sleep on. Your not sleeping near me."

Majida tries to push him off, but he's too strong for her.

Quince began to get agitated. "You will listen to me. I'm you King and I say your sleeping with me then your sleeping with me. Now I demand you to show some respect and stop acting like a brat and go to sleep!" he bellows.

Majida stiffens even more and stopped struggling, she soon began to slowly fall asleep in his arms. What the hell just happened? Majida wonders and falls asleep.

*

Majida awoke feeling warm and comfortable, she's not gonna lie. This has been the best sleep she had in ages. She wonders if its because of the bed she's in or the person she's sleeping with. She prefers the first one.

Majida tries to push the King's arm off her, but with the muscles he have, it's nearly impossible. She let's out a loud sigh of frustration. She then tries to wiggle out of the position but stops when she hears an unexpected voice.

"If you don't want me to take you here and now I suggest you stop." Quince groggy voice rings in the air.

Majida instantly went still. "Can you move your humongous hands off me?"

"But I like the position were in."

"And I don't. Now get off me."

"How was your night?"

"Why do you care, its none of your business."

"Look, I'm just trying to be polite here."

"And I just want you to get off me." Majida was irritated that the King wouldn't move his arms off her. She desperately needed  to shower.

"We're going to be together for a very long time and you need to get use to me and I need to get use to you. We're going to get married and I definitely don't believe in divorce. So get use to it."

Quince lifts his arms off her and search his drawers for his shorts. He needs to blow off some steam, this girl is driving him insane.

He leaves her in the bed and go straight to the boxing room. Whenever he feels: stress, angry, and agitated, he just goes straight into the boxing room. Quince plays bare knuckle boxing, which is the original boxing dating back to ancient Greece. He throws punches left and right, then blocks his opponents punches. Quince swings a kick here and there and uppercuts flying everywhere. Once he feels the stress leaving his body he goes to the weapons room and began training again until he knows for sure he's not going to blow.