The Princess's Affection

Chapter Five

Princess's POV

Listening to Bianca and seeing her cry made me feel restless, and something deep within me stirred. I started genuinely liking her and saw a different person from the other ladies I had met.

That's when I knew I had made a promise to myself to never want to see her hurt in any way. I was going to cherish and treat her like my egg. Hugging her was an instinct that rose in me, and before I could control myself, I did it, and it felt really good.

For the first time, I decided to help her without asking for something in return, unlike with the others who paid the price for everything they wanted. She made me weak on my knees and made me feel things I never felt. I started seeing her in a different light and wanted to protect her from my world and the dangers of the world, if possible.

While she went to shower and rest, I summoned my mother after she left, informing her that I would be seeing her soon with Bianca. When she asked if Bianca was a "red meat" (a term used to describe someone who is vulnerable and easily exploited), I said no to my mother.

I told her that Bianca wasn't in any way a "red meat" and that I would protect her at all costs, even if it meant risking my life. My mother asked if I had taken a liking to her, and I replied that I still had more years left and didn't want to be rushed into making decisions that would cost me my entire life. I reminded her of my promise and asked her to let me do my part while she did hers. My mother agreed, leaving me alone in the living room.

I decided to inform Bianca that we would be going to meet my mother in 45 minutes. I checked the time on the wall clock and saw that she had been sleeping for five hours. As I approached her, I saw how cute she looked while she slept, and I felt guilty for trying to wake her up. Before I realized what I was doing, I saw my hand moving towards her hair. I stroked her strands with my fingers and then realized what I was doing. I stopped myself from continuing further.

Bianca made me promise to never hurt her, and when I saw the predicament she was in, I decided to accept the promise I made to her. I meant every word I said from my mouth. I called her several times after she wasn't answering, and when I saw her responding to my taps, I said, "Hey, sleepy head, wake up and get dressed; we have only 45 minutes left before we go see my mother." I waited for her in the car while she got dressed, and when I saw that she was wasting time, I began honking for her to hurry up so we wouldn't be late.

My mother hated latecomers and had killed a servant for coming late to a meeting. I was a stud who loved women full of flesh, and Bianca was the kind of woman I liked. She was a light-skinned, plus-size goddess, very chubby and thick in the right places. I couldn't help but admire a goddess when I saw one. I was a black woman who had always been a stud and couldn't imagine myself as a femme or a woman who would want to get married to a man.

When I saw Bianca coming out of her apartment, I thought she was a freaking gorgeous lady, and what she wore made all her curves show. Damn, I thought, and what a fucking mamacita she is. She was going to be the death of me soon, and I started having vivid thoughts about what I would do with her. But I had to snap out of it before I could go further.

When she entered the car, she apologized for wasting so much time, and when I told her that it was fine for her to be late when she could pull off these sexy looks, she blushed. I started the car the moment she wore her seat belt, reversing the Jeep and exiting the apartment building down to my mother's house.

I lived in an entirely different house from where my mother lived when she visited early and got more souls before leaving. I had another plan set in place, and that was for Bianca to stay with me as I had already packed my stuff and moved it to the Jeep. I couldn't wait for her to move in with me and for me to take good care of her and get to know more about her like I already knew of her.

I hoped that this might work, and my plan would become a success, allowing her to stay with me permanently. I knew I was being selfish, and she had already paid her rent, but I couldn't care less about wanting her in my life. To be honest, the reason I was doing all this was that I didn't want her to suffer any longer, and as a "sugar mummy" (just kidding), I was I was ready and willing to spend all that I had on her. You could say that I was beginning to fall in love with her, and I was willing to risk everything to be with her.