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i wanna get to the sappy shit.
update coming soon after this one -
I didn't know what to say.
My lips were sealed to a fine line and the air around me felt tight, nearly suffocating. The tempting urge to hop of the glass and shove him aside fizzled out in my stomach right as the second hand embarrassment flew through the window.
His eyes bored into mine lackadaisically, silver strands fluttering lightly over his forehead.
It's like his gaze was testing me, waiting for me to do something, anything to him. He wanted me to blow my lid or to touch him, give him a reason to react negatively or positively. He had all the balls in his court. He knew he did.
But the minute didn't last for long because he let out a humorless chuckle and plopped his fine self into his office chair. The king let his fit face rest onto his palm, holding my stare.
I broke away from it only to close my legs shyly when I realized he had a perfect view of my underwear. I scurried myself away from the desk, nearly losing my balance but finding my rhythm once I was comfortable on the ground.
"You may be dismissed," he told me, "Sam, my guard outside, with escort you to where you begin your first cleaning chore."
I nod my head simply and let my feet carry me to the doors I've grown to know to well but I stop when I hear his voice.
"And sweet girl?" I rear my head to face him. His bright lips are wearing a smirk while his eyes zero in on my face. The sun cast this angelic glow onto him, making appear heavenly but something told me he was definitely far from that.
"Yes, my king?" My voice comes out quiet.
"The task you have is rather difficult but I know you can manage. I expect everything in that room to look fucking immaculate by the time I arrive...I'm not afraid to punish you if it isn't."
There is no tenderness in his voice which is enough to scare me shitless.
Damn, I just cursed. My mother would we be disappointed.
It was a forward demand, a strong one and I didn't why it sent fear crawling up my back and latching itself tight around me. I wasted no time and merely nodded again at his request.
Turning away, I quickly pushed open the heavy doors and come face to face with a chick I've never seen before. She was sitting on the couch I was on awhile ago, her legs crossed together.
Her eyes were droopy and so was the skin under her eyes, wrinkles fanning itself on the top of her forehead. She wore a frown and some extremely short shorts with a tank top. It was quite cold up here so I was surprised she wasn't shivering. Her blue hair was pulled into a high ponytail and she looked bored out of her wits.
