Deeper Connections +18

🖤09: Kings and Queens🖤

I am woken up by the bright light outside. I sit on the bed with my feet hanging over. I rub my eyes hoping that everything that happened yesterday was a dream. I get up and I hop into the shower. I let the Luke warm water run over my body detangling my tense muscles.

My body feels sore, and I have a head ache. The weather outside matching exactly how I feel sad and bloomy. It is raining showers. I dry myself and I walk back into 'my room'. It still feels weird saying that.

I get dressed in a white dress that is tight around my waist. I curl my hair and I apply minimum make up on my face. I look in the mirror and damn I look good. I walk out with my head held high. All of yesterday's events locked deep in my brain where no one can assess them. I let myself down and I showed his grace my weak side yesterday, but no more, but I will hold him to his offer. 

I walk down the stairs and I go to the dining room where I see breakfast already placed on the table. I take my sit in front of His Grace. He is reading something on his tablet as I sit, he puts it down and looks at me. I take a good look at him and he is wearing casual clothes. It's my first time seeing him without a suit, and I have to say he does look good in casual clothes. 

"I didn't think you would come down for breakfast". He says not even bothering with greeting me. I take a bowl and I dish myself a fruit salad.

"And why is that?" I ask him while take a spoonful of my food into my mouth.

"Because of what happened yesterday". He says with his deep voice his eyes penetrating mine. Not one of us willing to look away.

"What happened yesterday doesn't define who I am today". I say to him. He is not eating just focusing no me.

"But that doesn't mean that it was not stupid". He says with his voice full of venom.

."AND YOU WERE BUSY SCREAMING FOR ME NOT TO DO IT WHY?" I shout at him.

"I am not going to entertain your stupidity, but you better not try that stunt again. Now while we are still on this topic, I hired a therapist for you to help you". He says his eyes not leaving mine daring me to fight him on this.

"I don't need a therapist I have already accepted death the only reason why I am here right now is because you promised me you will try and show me there is more to life than having people who love You" I say to him.

 "I though you said what happened yesterday doesn't define you know why must we take to part anything that was said in the events of yesterday seriously?" He asks.

"Just because the events of yesterday are not to be remembered doesn't mean that the promises that were made are meant to be forgotten today nor broken". I say to him.

"Well than if you are so persistent on the matter than okay, but for me to carry it out you will have to sign the contract first". He says, and I chuckle.

"You are acting as if you are doing me favor. I am not signing the fuckin contract". I say to him. I see his eyes change they fill with rage.

"Look the reason why you are here is because I want one thing from you and that what's in between your legs nothing else. Now I am giving you a whole lot more than I have ever given to anyone in my life a reason to life. Now that's not how I operate, because I kill people not fuckin give them a chance to life. So now for this to work I give you what you want and you give me what I want". He says through gritted teeth. 

I get up from my chair and I start walking away. "SAMANTHA I AM STILL TALKING TO YOU COME BACK HERE". He shouts his voice full of anger.

I don't stop as I walk up the stairs and I finally make it to my room. I throw myself on the bed and I think about his offer. He will give me something no one else in my life ever gave me. He is giving me the greatest deal of all a reason to live and if he fails a chance to die. Something I have been longing for, but all in return for my pussy. Did he have to be so blunt about it though? Asshole.