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chapter 6:George Rurl

She sleeps so beautifully I'll give her that. What is it with girls and their sisters? She gave up her whole life......oh she's waking up. Her hair is brown now? I shouldn't be shirtless on her bed but I like it when she crosses her legs. That's her strength apparently.

'What are you doing in my room?'

'Is this how you would greet me in the morning, shame'

'What do you want?'

I stand so I can get a good view of her in bed.

'We are going shopping get dressed'

'No'

She said no to me? Something in me wants to rip her from that bed and show her who the hell she's messing with. By the time I get under her legs I want her to ask for it. Beg for it in other words. Her hair changed colour and this affirms my suspicions. What I saw that day is true and now I'll follow Shalima's advice. She must fall in love with before she realises the truth about her existence.

'Get dressed and meet me in the car'

'No'

Enough of playing the fluffy bunny.  

I lunge for her neck against the pillows.

'You will come with me and this is not a negotiation. You keep testing my patience and I am this close..'

She grabs my neck and kisses me without any trepidation. It feels estatic and its as if the more I kiss her the more it is blissful. She gets on top of me and kisses me again. 

'You don't get to force me to do anything'

'Would you like to test your theory?'

She looks at me and I can practically sell her fear from here. She doesn't fear for her life, but for her sister.

'I'll be in the shower'

She gets off me and heads to the bathroom but I grab her hand and pull her to the wall.

'What is it? Don't you love me ?'

'Your hurting me'

'Tell me'

'George'

'Why did you kiss me?'

She isn't telling me anything. Her eyes are telling me something different but what bothers me is why do I care. The time I've spent with her is practically rubbing off on me. Well her hip is smuggling my inner pleasure.

'Get dressed'

I get out before something else happens which will make me end up in a woman's dead. I bump into my mother and I know she's about to give me a hell of a scolding.

'Morning George'

'Mom I'm not ready for this'

'Why her?'

'Who'

'Courtney?'

'Amelia is dead'

'We attended her funeral I got the memo'

'So you chose Courtney because..'

'Because you and father made this whole set up for me to relieve my grief and finally become king of this stupid kingdom'

'Okay so you happened to decline every princes and chose a common girl who happened to look exactly like Amelia'

'Not another word from you'

'Whatever plan you have.........don't fall in love with her'

She walks past Courtney and I'm hoping she hasn't heard anything.

'I'm ready'

She's wearing a cotton red mini dress and her thighs look so damn tempting from here. 

'Not in that dress'

'Why, you said shopping I submitted now I want to look good In my era of submission'

She walks past me swooping her brown hair right across a very sensitive nerve on my neck. Her hips have this movement that lights my pants on fire. I hope this shopping thing changes our  interactions and I'll finally win her heart...and eventually Amelia.