His growl of approval echoed through his core, escape from that broad exposed, pale chest. I hadn't realized what the duties of a King were though I thought I had when he'd briefly explained it not to long ago. Seemingly, he's had some sort of a tenth month vacation meeting me; these last two months were brutal.

Vampires came in and out of our home, though I do not claim the house in any way though had been more than insisted to move in quit my job and switch to all online courses so that I would never leave. Of course, I'm too hard headed for his regulations. I attend the university, during the day, just before sun set so that I can spend the rest of the evening with him. Though the gesture was supposed to be romantic, his home has been bombarded with his own kind.

I don't like vampires; they're too comfortable with everything. The topic of crude sex, amongst several fantasies are talked about as if they were having small chat about the weather. Maybe age slowly eats away at the filter you're built in with, but, the way they scope you down is just too bone chilling.

An iced over gaze, generally the same regardless of their stature in the community of night walkers, slowly, they trail down stopping to fantasize in whichever what they could have with you, then probably finish it off with making you swim in whatever is left of your pooling blood.

They're rude; they will not acknowledge you and speak of you as if you weren't there as if you were lesser of a being. The way Oliver stares at me almost in the same intent, living in his past in thoughts; wishing I could be one of his so we wouldn't stop having to pretend I was some high class blood whore. I had better things to do than wait around all night. When the meetings were over, the paper work was signed, all of his financial talk was over with.

The end of the school year was almost over, all of my major projects were finished, if not turned in, and I was too down right tired for these games. My time was valuable though none of the living dead though I was worth space in his home.

Getting the hint, when they stormed through the home to discuss matters going on in the states; where the area sheriffs meat with the King I simply shut the door behind myself in the room. When they left, giving him maybe two or three hours alone, it seemed he was just too busy. I thought it would possibly subside, but it's been two months since we've spent time alone with each other.

The way he's been simply dismissing me, being unappreciative of the things I do, was really eating at my nerves. Then, claiming to have the nerve to try and have sex with me almost every night then?

Oliver was on another dry spell.

Just like any other night, he walks in after his vampire business is finished in just his boxer shorts. Striding across my room, the way he does everywhere, with those eyes set lustfully toward my backside. I was on my stomach, casually reading from the E-book like device Oliver had so quickly grown out of.

Romance novels about werewolves; a taste of a more animalistic side every girl secretly wanted. Of course I wasn't quite sure if they actually existed.

"Autumn, I think it's all to necessary to…reacquaint ourselves."

Rolling my eyes, I closed my legs, twisting them—not that it would help—continuing to read. The boys in the Indian tribes about to strip naked in front of the main character and I wanted a full description.

"What are you reading?" he demands, that icy tone settling back in. "I demand you give me what I want."

"Though I'm a guest at your house, you cannot tell me when you need me to use my body; that understood?" I snap, turning around almost ready to strike. "Besides, you've been ignoring me for the last two months—the shops about to close up for the week….I can feel it." I wasn't lying. "I want a foot rub and an apology."

"An apology for what?" he demanded, "You knew what you were getting into."

"No! No it didn't! I was gunna leave remember? Then you buttered me up for a couple days and they all just started taking over. I had no idea what the true definition of being a King is! So stop yourself right there.

"Look," I sigh, more apologetically. "Those aren't hormones because I was forced into this. You tore up the lease paper work and had everything in my apartment into your house without me even knowing. I'm gracious you're letting me live here, I truly am; but you're not dealing with just some girl. You've had plenty of them, and I'm going to be maybe one in a few who demand respect from you."

"I killed them first."

"THEN KILL ME!" I scream, lashing out, "Fuck! You're tactics in keeping this supposed relationship we have are shit—"

"Supposed?" his voice raises, "You know I have dedicated myself fully to you!"

"Fully! I'm sure if someone, of my kind called you a filthy leech I would defend you. Yet, here I am, being looked frowned upon because nobody knows I'm not a Blood Whore. Everyone is under the impression I am a claimed blood whore. Does that make any sense to you? It doesn't to me!

"You have a lot on your plate, I get it. How the fuck do you expect me to clear my entire life for you when you don't have an ounce of fucking time left for me. Now surely you had people working under you that ten whole months when I hadn't seen any other vampires other than your progenies."

My blood began to boil. He being the King was making me go insane. I was completely blind to the rest of the world, alienating myself. Sure, I hated everyone, but I could enjoy the birds while studying in the park with a quiet study group. It was almost like getting myself into another abusive relationship.

I couldn't think about that right now. All of the aristocratic vampire business was making me sick and tired of being sick and tired.

"It's obvious you need some tension released."

"Then give me a message," I shrug, "You are most definitely not getting any tonight."

"You're being unreasonable."

"Oh?" I ask, turning around, "Well, if I could put in a situation close to mine—though you probably wouldn't feel inferior anyways because…oh yeah, I'm just so inferior." I sighed dryly, "You know what?" I ask, laughing, "I shouldn't be letting this get in my way."

He knew he'd slipped, an overheard conversation, made his high shoulders fall, "I'm truly sorry I have offended you."

Huffing, I turn onto my back, easing into an upright position.

"My sincerest apologies," he nods, gracefully going to his knees.

"Apology accepted," I nod, "But, still—I'm in no mood for sex."

"For someone so young, you're acting as if you're old and married," his still icy teasing voice sighs, as he lays on the bed with me. "Enjoy your living youth."

"Now rub my feet," as I take the E-book, continuing my read.

"Must be some novel…." He sighs, taking my foot in his cold pale hand, rubbing it tenderly, deeply. My muscles relax.

I say nothing about the book, I turn the device off, setting it off to the side; propping myself against the pillow.

"Such a pity," he sighs, "the anatomy of a woman…every part of you is soft…enticing, from you curves, your breasts; you have no flaws. Yet every month you, have to, unintentionally, bleed for days. I can't even say that's a flaw…if you were one of me, you would never bleed again."

"It's a pain in the ass, but, as I told you—again and again, I'm going to need something a little more permanent that an eternal promise. How will I even see you when you have to personally travel, with all of the other vampire polo tics I still don't know about.

"You told me you were king, to an extent I only knew what you explained to me which was very brief. You're secretive; I know there's a lot more I'll be exposed to in you world and I'm not sure I'm ready for that."

"Then marry me—the ideals of marriage are silly, yes—but there is a bond we'll make; right after I make you; which is a bond that is already stronger than any marriage…." He trails off, "If you want, we can do that once I've made you."

My lips purse to the side, reluctantly, as I watching, watching me, switching feet, messaging me.

"I'll think about it…"