Azalea The Queen

Azalea

I stared into his eyes, against everything inside of me that said 'This shit is uncomfortable,'. Slowly, he brought his hand and grasped my own before putting it against his lips to place a kiss. I smiled, for a second it felt real. If it wasn't for the 'awes' the people were giving up, I would've believed that we were actually a real couple with real feelings.

"If I didn't know the kind of prick you actually are, I would've believed that you were really genuine with me," I gritted through my teeth as I smiled at him. He pulled me closer by the waist making the crowd go even crazier. Didn't people have anything better to do than stare at us? Apparently not.

"And I would've believed you are actually in love with me," He wished. "I mean, judging by the way you swooning at everything I'm doing. Are you sure you not in love with me sweetheart?" He whispered close to my ear as he bend his head down.

"They are soooo cute!!" I heard a few comments and a few camera shots. I was so done with this place. I wanted to be back at the guesthouse, away from people's eyes. If this was my life now, I hated it more than I already did before.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves Your Highness, you might trip and fall. I doubt we both want that." I stroked his cheek. The little spark felt like an electric ripple running through my fingers. I gulped, feeling perplexed by the newfound feeling.

"I'm done, let's go." I chuckled under my breath. I had him, he was speechless, or he felt the electric shock. Whichever it was, I had him looking confused.

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"For how long are we supposed to make these appearances for the people?" I whined as soon as I hit the couch in the living room.

Apparently, according to Mother and Grandma, we were supposed to make 'appearances' once in a while wherever we went to. Just going out to the mall, going to eat, or the park. I felt like a damn celebrity. I had no life whatsoever.

"As long as you married to me, you going to make these appearances. I'd suggest you get used to it, dear wife." He said as he poured a glass of bourbon. He gulped the first glass and poured another one.

"Hey! I had a rough day too, pour me some." I held my hand out. I didn't know what I was doing, but I just went with it.

Samkelo looked at me then at the bourbon in his hand. "You know how to drink?" he asked like it was some sort of talent you were born with.

"What do you mean 'I know how to drink'? Is there a fucking manual or something?" I gestured to my empty hand. He muttered something under his breath, I'm pretty sure it was something cussing me out.

He poured a glass and gave it to me. I took it with a smirk.

"Be careful, don't go too hard-"

He was cut off by my coughing. I spurted as the contents of the whiskey burned down my throat in an uncomfortable way. God, this shit was strong.

"Wow, you a natural," He shook his head, the sarcasm falling from him in waves. I rolled my eyes at him. He rose the whiskey in means to ask if I wanted a refill. I hesitated before nodding. He chuckled.

And three glasses later, I was hammered. Well, I still knew how to speak and tell who the person in front of me was. I was seated on the rug on the floor, crossed-legged. I was laughing, at what I didn't know, but it was so damn funny.

"How come you aren't drunk like I am, you spiked me, you evil prince!" I pointed my finger at him. He looked amused, with a smirk and the laid-back position he was sitting in, he was the sexiest man alive. Unlike me, Samkelo had his back against the couch but was seated on the floor next to me. One of his legs was up as he rested his elbow on the knee.

"I may not be drunk like you are, but I promise you I'm not sober either," His voice was so deep, so alluring. I hated alcohol, I was such a lightweight. All these things I was thinking about him were so wrong. So wrong.

"You know, from my drunken state, you look cute," I hiccuped, and then giggled. Oh my God!

Samkelo laughed, like not a chuckle but a real laugh. "Sweetheart, I'm anything but cute." he looked at me, and my heartbeat quickened.
"You, on the hand though, you are," he said as he sipped on his glass. Thank God my face was already red from the drinking or he would've thought I was blushing.

"I'm not-" hiccup "-cute, I'm strong," I hiccuped again. I repositioned my sitting position so that I was laying the side of my head on the seat of the couch because I was tired. "I have endured sooo much, I thought that I had finally gotten my big break when I moved but I feel worse." I felt my eyes dropping. I yawned.

"Cute," I heard from across me. And then I felt that spark again. Samkelo traced his finger across my cheek, I opened my eyes and immediately came in contact with his handsome face. Then my eyes landed on his lips. Alcohol was such a bad thing to exist.

"So damn cute," he repeated in a whisper as his thumb stroked my lower lip. I felt my breath stuck in my throat. He was so close, so damn close. Kiss me

And then I passed out.