Balogun

THE MEET

"His eyes were like two tongues of fire, licking me up and heating me down. I want to surrender, help me surrender."
-     adetayo_first
                            

It was her third day working for the Prince and Fatima already knew his schedule. It was almost eleven and he would be around anytime now. She and Abike had plans to go to the gardens after this shift and she couldn't wait. She had never been, but Abike assured her it was a very beautiful place.

She was already exhausted shuffling between the Prince's room and the kitchen every day on legs that felt like lead. It didn't hurt as much and she knew soon, she wouldn't feel anything at all. Until then, she had to drag it along.

She moved the tray of food to her right hand and pushed the door open with her left. As soon as she stepped into the room, the tray dropped from her hands in shock.

At that moment, the Prince was walking out of the bathroom, stark naked, a white towel in his hands. First, she had not been expecting him to be present since it was barely eleven a.m.
Second, she was staring straight at his nakedness. His virility was so...scary. He was breathtaking.

Fatima was forced to look away when he wrapped the towel around his waist. She looked up into his eyes which were like two orbs of fire in a stone-cold face.

"Look who it is," he said in a robotic voice, totally devoid of emotion. "The dumb cripple."
Fatima whimpered, hurt by his words, but unable to move or speak.

"Do I have to tell you to clean up or is there another reason you are standing there gaping at me?" He snapped and Fatima fled the room.

She ran blindly into the kitchen to get a broom and was running back out when she bumped into Abike. "I was just coming to find you. Are you..? Wait, why are you crying?" Abike asked with concern.

Fatima decided then that she had bad luck. She was always crying and injured, while Abike remained calm and collected.
"It's the Prince. Please, I can't go back in there." She shook her head. "I made a mess." She pushed the broom into Abike's hands. "Please."

Abike shook her head and stepped back.
"Is he in there? No, no. I can't go if he is in there."

"Please, Abike. Just help me clean and I'll be so grateful. He hates me. He called me crippled because of my bad leg," Fatima sobbed.

"What?" Abike grew angry. Fatima wouldn't have been crippled if Iroko hadn't hit her. It was all his fault. She tried to protest as Fatima pressed the broom into her hands and hurried down the hallway, shaking with sobs.

Abike walked towards the Prince's room with heavy legs and an angry heart. Was she going to be okay being in the same room with the man who deflowered her?

She stood by the door for several minutes, working up the courage and finally deciding to approach him the way she had the first time. With utter disinterest and disdain. She knocked once and walked in.

He was sitting on the bed in sweats, reading a book. Their gazes met as she walked in and she cleared her throat. "Good morning, my Prince." She bowed slightly before attacking the mess on the floor.

Murewa watched the girl clean with narrowed eyes. It was the virgin girl. She was dressed in a plain black gown, with her hair pinned back at the nape with a plain clip. Nothing extraordinary, but he kept watching her.

His member jumped excitedly in his pants, confirming his suspicions. He wanted her.
She was pretty enough, but that didn't explain his attraction. She didn't have what it took to be a part of his harem: big breasts, curvy hips, and a voluptuous derrière.