The Princess's Affection

Chapter Seventeen

Bianca Shiola's POV

I had removed my attention and my heart and soul from anything that had to do with a relationship. I was already so emotional about everything that I was too damn scared of being in one or even of loving someone. Princess had provided me with scheduled appointments with a therapist, and that began helping me feel better by the day.

I began opening up about everything that had happened and about the ones that hadn't told Princess just because I was scared. I didn't want her to seem too disappointed in me, but I wondered why I didn't want her to feel this way.

Was it because I was falling in love with her or beginning to like her? I had asked myself. It wasn't possible when I knew that it was a sin.

Today I started my menstrual cycle, and I had such serious menstrual pain that I couldn't even get up from the bed. Princess was in her room, and I didn't want to disturb her, so I endured it for a while until I heard her walk in.

Hey kitten, she called out to me. What's wrong with you? she asked me.

I told her that I was having a serious menstrual cramp and that it was really hurting me. I just managed to get up to change my pad so that I could feel better about it, but the pain is too much for me.

Oh, sweetheart, why didn't you tell me? Princess said. I would have helped you with that, you know. So, I will be going out to buy some food that you like, medicines, and maybe comfortable pads that you might like.

And she left for a while before I heard the front door open and heard her footsteps coming towards my room. When she reached me, she entered the room and came to where I was sitting down.

Kitten, let me help you get up while I render you, your medications, and food that you like. And then she helped me get up from the bed, and I started eating, and when I was done, I took my medications from my hand and drank them.

After taking them, Princess cuddled with me for a while before leaving for her room. But before she left, she told me to have a good rest and asked that if I was done resting. I should let her know so that we can go shopping together later on.

When I had fully rested and was feeling better, I left my room and went to Princess's room. As I reached her room, I knocked and walked in on her, tidying up her room.

Hey, I shyly said. Do you need help with your things so that I can help you out with the laundry if you don't mind?

No, baby girl, you don't need to worry about that. All you have to do is go sit on my bed and watch me do my cleaning.

Oh, okay, if you say so, I told her. I watched Princess tidy her room and take her clothes downstairs to put them in the washing machine so that it would wash her clothes while she continued with cleaning the room.

She folded her clothes up and placed each different colour of clothes in the wardrobe, and for the clothes she would be wearing to work on weekdays, she ironed them and put them on hangers. She took the hangers filled with her ironed clothes and hung them on the rack in the wardrobe.

When she was done with everything, she bathed and changed into a comfy top and sweatpants. Princess always smelled so good that I loved staying close to her. She smelled like lavender and fresh rose flowers from an enchanted garden. While deep in thought, I hadn't noticed her close to me until I felt the bed drop before I looked up.

I hope that you didn't miss me much, she said, smirking.

No, I brought my tongue out at her and laughed.

Such a naughty little girl, aren't you? she said.

I am not. I pouted my lips at her as I turned away from her and focused on watching the movie playing on the screen after my heart skipped a beat as I heard her call me a naughty little girl.

While watching the movie play, Princess announced to me that her very good friend was coming to the house to spend some quality time with her for about two weeks. I told her okay, and I couldn't wait to see her friend come to the house.

I asked Princess when her friend was coming, and she said tomorrow that she would come and that she was sorry that she didn't inform her on time. I told her that it was her house and her rules, and I was just a squatter in her house. She told me not to say that, that I am always welcome to stay here, and that this house is too big for one person to stay here.

The next day, she arrived quicker than I expected, and I prepared some delicious food for her friend to eat with us when she arrived. Princess had gone to pick her up while I tidied up the room that she was going to be using when she arrived. Princess wasn't happy with my plans, but I assured her that it was nothing.

Her friend arrived with Princess, and the butler handled the rest. I went to formally welcome Princess's guest, and when I saw how breathtaking her guest was, I couldn't believe it. But she wasn't as beautiful or breathtaking as Princess.

Gosh, Princess's eyes were everything, and boy, was she hot as ever. I had to snap out of all these thoughts and feelings of thinking so inappropriately about Princess when she didn't seem to view me the same way.

I welcomed her and told her that it was nice meeting a friend of Princess. I politely asked her what her name was, and she told me that her name was Emilie.

Such a beautiful name, I said.

Oh, thank you so much for your kind words towards my name, Emilie said. Princess, I didn't know that I have someone who I like now after you. She is a keeper and a good one for that. Lucky you, girl! Emilie praised Princess.

I didn't understand why she would say that to Princess, but I brushed it off and went about eating and talking with her throughout the day until I called it a night. The past few days, Princess has stopped hanging out with me that much but has checked on me from time to time.

But what started shocking me was the day that I was really pissed, and there was another emotion there. I think it was jealousy or something else, which I couldn't understand or point out. But I wondered why I felt that way because I wanted that attention and the look and care that she gave Emilie, her friend, to be me.

I withdrew from Princess and began staying alone. I prayed for the holidays of being mentally stable to be over so that I could get her off my mind and put our relationship to work. I became more jealous by the day, and I hated the fact that she wasn't hanging with me anymore.

There was a time that I wanted to remove her hands from Princess's body so that I could kiss Princess and show Emilie that she was mine and mine alone. I was getting scared at myself by the day until a day that I overreacted to what had happened.

Princess had bought her food—mine and hers. Emilie, after eating the food and enjoying it, asked Princess the name of the restaurant, and she told her. Emilie then asked Princess on a date to get lunch together there, and that broke the camels back, leaving me angry at them and storming out of their presence into the room. And slamming the door hard enough for them to hear me.

I was really frustrated and angry and used music to cool off, but I napped in the room to calm myself a little before I might explode again if such a situation occurs again.