My King, His Slave

CHAPTER TWELVE

After yesterday's shenanigans, I could barely sleep. All I could think about were Sargon's poop-like eyes, his beautiful lips and equally beautiful pet snake (except it's not a pet and it's not really a snake either).
I wake up to Zamolxis' loud and sexy voice screaming in my ear, though not even setting eyes upon him helps with my akkadian-shaped problem.
This morning's breakfast is peaceful and quiet, and it has everything to do with that bastard Sargon's absence. Xis told me that the beautiful and infuriating man had refused to share an egg with me, and instead went hunting for chicken on his own.
Pfft, like I care what the beast does in his free time.
Later that day, the ex-priest and I say our goodbyes to the waitress and the receptionist from the 3 panseluțe motel we stayed at overnight, and we meet with Sargon as we reach the road.
My heart beats harder—from hate, obviously—as I settle my hawk-like eyes on the shirtless sexy man, his chocolate abs as smooth as I imagine his round ass to be, his voluptious pecs gleaming in the sunlight.
He growled like a mighty lion as his muddy orbs met mine, making me wonder what his dick looked like beneath his pants. If he wears no shirt, why can't he also wear no pants?
"I went to the Susa market after I caught my chicken," Sargon says without even looking at me, his powerful jaw clenched. I wonder what his teeth would feel like below my belt...
"And?" I snap, remembering the tension between us from last night, still feeling it like an intestine tying us together. No, no, I hate Sargon and he hates me back. Even if sometimes I do want him on top of me.
He narrows his brown eyes, rage clear in the vein that keeps popping in his chiseled forehead.
"I heard from a very attractive woman that a businessman passed through here just yesterday with a special cornuta for sale."
I gasp, my sexy heart beating out of my muscly chest.
I think of Kis, my beloved cornuta and dearest friend ever since Tiglat left.
"What else?" I ask, feeling as hot as the soup of perișoare my grandma made me whenever I was ill and how it burned down my throat.
"She said the businessman and the cornuta are here, in Susa. She gave me directions to his 5-star, seaside, beach-view luxury mansion. We can go right now."
"Yes!" I shouted in triumph, feeling like the french after the 100 Year War. "VIVE LA FRANCE! LIBERTE, FRATERNITE, EGALITE!"
Sargon rolles his sweet-ass eyes, but he smirks sexily. "Let's go, it's not that far."
I walked with a spring to my powerful step, Sargon and Xis behind me. I couldn't believe that I was going to see my Kis again, after three weeks since that bitch stole her from me.
A nearly naked man exits the beautiful mansion before us, his 8-pack for some reason not making me salivate as much as someone else's 14-pack.
"Oh, dear guests! Come, come, you must be hungry and I was just grilling some delicious beef for myself! You must stay for dinner."
We were indeed hungry—especially me, since the idiot Sargon ate my egg yesterday—so we decided to stay before asking after Kis.
The shirtless man sat us at a table in his backyard, then put beautiful and juicy plates of grilled beef on our plates.
We ate a little so we wouldn't seem rude, even when all I wanted to eat was Sargon's anteater tongue. Half way through, I put my fork down and looked the man in his deep, icy, frosty, glaciar blue eyes.
"We came here because we heard you were selling a very special cornuta," I say. "And that cornuta is my beloved Kis, who was stolen from me by this bitch here on my right. Don't be fooled by his godly eyebrows."
The man laughed, slapping the table so hard that it splintered down the middle. I wondered for a moment what those slaps would feel like elsewhere—
"Your cornuta?" He gestures with bouncy biceps to the table, pieces of delicious beef still on our plates. "I'm afraid you just ate her!"
I gasped powerfully, and so did my two beloved road companions, Sargon and Xis.
I jumped at the man with my knife and he screamed, but it was cut short as I put mt rusty kitchen knife through his eye and up into his frontal lobe, giving him a permanent lobotomy.
And then I cried for Kis, my beloved cornuta, until it felt like sleep was overtaking me.
The last thing I felt before darkness fell were Sargon's strong and muscly arms hugging me.