The Princess's Affection

Chapter Thirty- Three

Princess's POV

Hey, there, my baby girl, I said. Don't cry; you know that I can't stand you crying, and that hurts me a lot. I ain't going anywhere, baby. I pleaded with her. We are going to fight through this together until your mother eventually sees that she is wrong and accepts the idea of us being together. When she can't see that she can try to break us apart, what she would do is finally open her heart and accept us for who we are.

Okay, my pillow princess, I said, kissing her on the forehead and lips. Would you like to have some steamy sex before heading downstairs to have breakfast?

Really, she asked.

Yes, baby, I am all yours. I honestly told her. I heard that when you fuck, you blow some steam off and become cool again. Do you want to try that experience with me right now at your parents' house?

And she nodded. Just so you know, I fucked her hard and made her taint this house with sin, letting me enjoy the dark heart of hers that is filled with lust. She makes me lose myself and have no control over myself. I never thought I'd ever fall in love again or be madly in love with anyone, but she changed that.

Babe, I called her. Are you ready yet, and goodness, are you taking forever to get ready? We are not hosting a ball tonight; it is just for us to eat breakfast, darling.

And she came out of the bathroom dressed. Like, fuck goodness gracious, did I want to miss eating breakfast at her house but rather having my fill with her by going on a second round of fucking? She made me a sex maniac, and I enjoyed and loved every single one of them.

We both eventually left the room after I had managed to get control of myself. As we reached the dining room, I walked forward before pulling a seat in front of her to sit down. We both ate in silence as I allowed Bia to collectively take in all that was said to her and think of a better approach to this. I couldn't imagine not being with her after everything we have been through and knowing that at any given moment we wouldn't be able to eat, sleep, have important conversations, have sex, and do other things that we couples do.

I loved her being mine, and I would and could do anything she wanted if she decided to tell me, and boom, I would do it immediately. She had my heart in her hands, and I tried my hardest not to think about it and get my heart broken and hurt. I just didn't like the way Bia looked, but I had to do something about it, or else Bia would fall into a mode of depression.

Bianca had a thing about her that, when she becomes worried about something, that thing really bothers her and doesn't have an end or solution. Then, it leads her to a state of depression where she feels like she needs no one but herself to solve it instead. I have seen it happen before, and I wouldn't even want that to happen any longer than it ought to.

So, I quickly thought about what I would do to cheer her up and make her mind wander away from it. I suggested that we play some games, like scrabbles, chess games, or word puzzles, which were her favourite games to play.

After eating, our plates were cleared and the table cleaned. We both left the dining room, thanking the cook for the nice meal she ate before exiting the room. When we entered, I brought out the games one after the other before sitting beside her.

So, which game do you want to start with? I asked her.

Hmmm, she thought for a while. Before, she said that she wanted to start with the whot game (which is a Nigerian version of the card game).

She suggested we make it more fun by adding money to the game instead of playing it like that. It would make it more interesting and enjoyable than it is, she said. So, are you playing first or me? she asked.

Hmmm, I think I will go first, I said. So, how much would I need to pay if I did fail in each round when I played?

I think fifty thousand naira is better, for a start, she said.

Okay, baby, I concurred with her before pecking on her forehead and starting the game with her. Let the game begin, I told her.

We began playing, and would you believe that in each round, it was a draw or something like she winning me or I beating her against her own game? The game felt so good that we kept playing until Bia and I burst into laughter when she mistakenly added the wrong triangle to a set of circles that I had asked for.

Just so you know, I immediately gave her the whole game, and she began whining about it. But in the end, she did come out more victorious than ever. When we both checked the time, we noticed that time wasn't on our side anymore and that we had been on this game for more than two hours. We started playing this game at eleven in the morning, and now it was almost three in the afternoon.

We decided to take a break and get some sleep before Bianca's mother returned home. Later that evening, we heard a loud bang from the door downstairs, and we immediately jumped out of bed.

When we got downstairs, we saw Bianca's mother with another guest present who we believed had come along with her. There was laughter and chatter across the room, and when we got closer, her mother's countenance changed when she saw what her daughter had worn.

What the hell are you wearing? She screamed and yelled at Bianca. Before she turned back to her guest and gave the fake smile, like she had not just scolded Bianca a few minutes ago,

Bianca, feeling highly embarrassed, dashed into the room before coming back fully dressed. I saw the fake smile plastered on her face as she walked in and greeted everyone who came. I knew instantly that she was uncomfortable with everyone in there.

When she came out, she wanted to run into my arms like she always did, but then she paused and looked around. Seeing her mother's stare, she immediately behaved herself, and we both left to go back to our room.

We got in and closed the door, locking it as I didn't want my life or hers to be caught like in those BL's series or movies. I was hungry, and only she could fill me with food for sex, but I knew that it would never happen because of Bianca's mother, whom I suspect hates me.