SLAVE OF THE HEART

I Can't Do This Malik

Now, Charlotte was engaged to Luke, and there was Malik in her life.

Malik, the foreman who loved to tumble into bed with her.

Malik, the man who bedded her and kissed her maid slave.

Yes, the one and only.

Charlotte lay in bed, smiling at the ring, watching how the stone caught the moon's light and glittered faintly in the dark. It was a diamond ring, with a silver band. She loved diamonds and silver, for her they were the perfect combination.

This ring was a family heirloom, Veronica had already showed it to her before. At that time, she hadn't fully appreciated the beauty of the ring. Right now, however... it sparkled like a little sun on her finger. She wandered how much more it'd spakle in the sun.

Then she heard the familiar thump on her balcony. As always, she made her way there to let him in. His eyes were gleaming, as always. Sometimes, she wondered if they were like that because he was going to fulfill his dirty imagination and experiment with her. She had to admit he was good for her.

He was the only guy she had ever been with.

The only one she had ever known.

"Are you ready?" he asked, moving towards her and kissing the nape of her neck. She sighed contently. "You looked really stunning today."

If she didn't know better, she'd have thought he was actually in love with her. However, they both knew that flattering her got him what he wanted.

"Let's do this," he whispered when she could no longer stand from all his ministrations on her, scooping her up and carrying her slight figure to her four poster bed.

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"Malik," she whispered as they lay side by side.

"Yes?"

"I'm engaged."

"Okay. Wanna go for round five?" he asked, propping himself on his elbow.

"Malik! I am not joking! I am engaged."

"I heard you the last time. Do you wanna go for round five?"

Charlotte started to get out of bed but he moved fast, managing to pin her down with her back on the bed. He began to kiss her and she struggled but he whispered against her skin. "Just go with it." Relaxing, she gave into the desires he aroused in her.

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One hour later, they were finally satiated and Malik was very sleepy. She sighed and turned to him, admiring his prolific and sharp features. They looked just like his brother's, Siva. Siva had been a more mysterious version of Malik and anytime their eyes met, she got this weird feeling that he knew something about her that she didn't.

"Malik?"

"Hmm?"

"We need to talk."

the only reply she got was his soft snores. She turned to look at him before snatching the covers from him and curling up on her side, giving her back to him. Without warning, her tears started to fall, and she fell asleep crying to herself.

~*~*~*~*

 She felt his warm body against hers, and turned, seeing him still asleep. She couldn't help admiring his features. With a tiny smile, she reached forward and stroked his jaw. This woke him up.

"What time is it?" he asked, looking at her with a lazy smile.

"Half past five am."

"I guess its time for me to go," he said, stretching and getting out of bed to put on his clothes. She sat up, looking at him.

"Malik, we have to talk."

"What about? Would you like aNOTHER ROUND?" he asked with a cheeky boyish grin on his face.

"I am engaged," she replied after taking a deep breath. Malik looked at her then continued dressing up.

"Aren't you gonna ask to whom?"

"I know... you're engaged to the lamb. Right?"

Charlotte's eyes widened. "What do you mean, 'the lamb'?"

"He looks so docile, he'll never be as good as me in bed."

Charlotte got off bed and stood looking at her lover. "He probably is."

"No... he can't handle you. You need someone who knows who you are, and how you are."

"Malik," she warned

"Its true. He won't know what to do."

"I love him."

"Yeah, that's what you think. You'll come back to me. I know you will!"

"You are a mere slave Malik. Why would i want to be with a slave?"

He froze, looking at her in surprise. That hurt, it really did. He already knew it, but she had to say it at this exact moment. Wrong timing much?

"The orders Malik, were, we do it when we do it. No talking. And when you are no longer of use to me, then we are done. And you are of no use to me. We are done."

Malik looked at her, trying not to cry. He couldn't. He was a man. Men don't cry, even if they are getting their necks slit, or their hearts torn out by women of the high society. It didn't matter that he loved her, clearly.

Charlotte was insecure. She knew that Malik didn't love her, and she loved him. She wanted to be with him and Luke, but Luke was socially acceptable. Doesn't matter if she's happy or not.

"Siva was right," Malik muttered to himself, then turned towards the red-head, trying to seduce her. She couldn't resist, until he pushed her back onto the bed and began top laugh.

"So you love LUKE? You act more like you love me! You gave yourself to me, you are a cheat if you lay with me last night after being with Luke."

Charlotte slapped him. "I am not a CHEAT! You are the cheat! Malik, i don't LOVE you, and its not gonna change!"

"Are you sure?" he asked, pressing her hands together so she couldn't slap him again.

"LET ME GO!"

"NO!"

"I was just using you MALIK! HAPPY?!" she screamed and pushed him off. The handsome slave froze, remembering how he'd given himself to her without any worries. he had always been the user, but now he was the one being used. It HURT.

He got up and smashed his fist into the wall before starting to leave. "You'll pay for this Charlotte, you will."

He went to the window and jumped down, walking away. She sat on the bed shivering before the waterworks began. This was the end.

"I should just have told him that i couldn't do this again." she whispered to herself as she ignored the burning feeling to watch him walk away.

Malik meanwhile kept turning behind to check if she'd be at the window. after turning five times, he realised she meant every word.

"She didn;t have to be so mean. She could just have said, "I can't do this Malik."  that could have worked. She will pay, By God, she will pay for that insult."