Azalea The Queen

Samkelo

I was always a light sleeper, I heard even the slightest of sounds. Feel about the lightest of sounds. Hence I was able to feel the vibrations of my phone on the nightstand. Groggily, I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the annoying device. I frowned at the name displayed on the screen. I looked at my side to my sleeping wife, before answering the call.

In a hushed and very irritated voice, "It is 4 am, what do you want?" I tossed the sheets to the side and gently sat on the bed, my back facing Azalea.

"I'm outside, I need to talk to you, please, Sam." She rushed out. I cussed mentally. What the hell was so important that she had to come to the palace so early in the morning? "Sam?" she checked whether I was still on the line.

"Stay there," I hung up.

Getting up completely, I wore my sleepers and looked at the bed one more time before slipping out of the room. I found her at the entrance of the palace, the guards probably didn't let her in. I nodded at the men stationed at the gate.

"Sam," She lunged for me but I put my finger out to stop her actions. She gulped down, looking like I just killed her dog. She looked way different than her normal rich daddy's girl who had her life figured out. The pretty, perfect public figure that she displayed on social media was nowhere to be detected.

"This better be important." I groaned. She seemed to recover from her little disappointment bubble. There was a time I used to love this girl, that I was so wrapped around her finger and I would've done absolutely anything for her.

Now all I saw was just another girl who'd do anything for fame and money.

"My mom found out, she knows Sam." She said looking distraught. I sure hoped she didn't wake me up in the early morning hours of the morning for this. When I didn't say anything, instead stared at her with a hard look she continued. "S-she thinks it's yours," She stumbled on her words.

"And why the fuck would she think that?" I gritted through my teeth. I was not having this little fantasy escapade with her.

"Well, t-the pictures of recent made her think that.." she didn't finish her sentence. I can't believe I woke up, leaving my beautiful wife on my comfortable bed for this shit.

I took a breath. My gaze hardened more than before making my eyes come out in slits. I saw her gulp and her eyes blink. "Make it clear to your mother that I am not the father of that child inside of you. Tell her the truth, I'm sure she'll understand her perfect little daughter's kind of lifestyle." I sneered. I took menacing steps toward her.

Before she could protest to what I was saying. I cut her off. "Because if you don't, I will. And trust me, Amanda, I will tell her just exactly what I feel about you." I turned around to leave.

"You know Sam, I remember you'd do anything for me, now I'm nothing but a scum under your shoe in your eyes." She cried. I turned around to look at her. I watched as her eyes glossed over as more tears spilled out of them. Tears that used to make me feel bothered seeing upon her face, now I felt nothing.

I smirked. "That was before you decided that whoring around was more worthy than our relationship." I put my hands in my pajama pants and straightened my face. "Now that I think about it, I'm pleased that we never did work after all" I saw her eyes go wide.

"You don't mean that Sam-"

"Because then, I wouldn't have met my wife. The woman who's waiting for me in my room right now, on my bed." I made sure to put a stamp on each word for her so she could get just how my words were true and so she could understand where she stood in my life.
"Don't ever wake me up for this shit again, I won't be tolerant next time."

I left her standing there like I had ripped her heart out of her chest. Good, she should feel everything she put me through, the hatred I felt for her, everything. And I had a bone to pick with the person who took that fucking photo. Because of that picture, many problems were created, unnecessary problems.

Arriving in my room, I slipped behind my wife's back and pulled her body to mine. I loved how her love handles fit in my arms like they were made just for me because she was mine. She stirred and turned around, peering her pretty little eyes at me, she smiled. I brought my hand to her cheek, kissing her nose.

"Hey, where did you go?." She is honestly the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on. Yes, Amanda was pretty, she was a porcelain doll, glittered and pretty enough to whoo any man. But my woman, she was a different kind of beautiful, rare. She was a sight for sore eyes, and she didn't even know it.

"Outside, to get some fresh air." She cuddled up into me.

"You are cold, let me warm you up." She said as she tried to cover my body with hers. I chuckled, she was funny to think that she was bigger than I was. She was big, in just the right places but definitely not bigger than me. Damn, I loved how she fit in my arms like she was made to be there, to be with me.

I hugged her anyway, letting her warm me up. She didn't even realize the effect of her words. The way she made me stir in my pants, I had my kind of warming up in my head. I sighed as I held my woman tighter.

I didn't lie to her about Amanda, about us meeting coincidentally, but I didn't tell her the whole truth either. Amanda was 3 months pregnant, and she didn't even know who the father of her baby was. Maybe she sought me out, looking for help, thinking I was still the same Sam who'd do anything for her.

Amanda was conniving, in all the years I've known her, I knew when she was up to something and I had a feeling she was going to stir shit up. I didn't want her near my wife, but that was going to be difficult since she was a family friend. My father and hers were old buddies, eventually, she was going to make faces in the palace.