Chapter 2 – A Different Side Of The Story

R.P.O.V

I watched Moses from the corner of my eye as he left to stand at the window. I saw him look back at the females, and I wanted to throw them all out, and exclaim that he was mine. No one else's. Mine.

He didn't say goodbye as he walked away, most likely to his rooms, and I wanted to push the females away and chase after him. But I stayed where I was and played with the willing females.

It was later when I got to my rooms, and I suddenly wanted to go and see Moses, but he was probably asleep, and I was unwilling to wake him. So instead, I undressed and got into the huge bed that took up the space in the room. I would let the servant clean up my mess in the morning.

I woke as soon as the sunlight hit my face. I groaned, a slight headache making my head throb. All I wanted to do was stay in bed, but then it hit me – I was Pharaoh. I was God. I was King.

I got up, already a plan forming in my mind. It would work perfectly, and I would get My Moses. And I would make him only mine. No one would dare oppose the Pharaoh.

I laughed, as I got dressed with the help of my servant. It was coming together nicely. As the servant left, I thought of what I would do when I finally made Moses mine.

-Moses on the bed, with his lips and legs parted, holding out his arms to Ramses, wanting and needing to be close. Ramses walked over to the bed and kissed the shorter male on the lips before ripping of their clothing. Their erections sprang free and rubbed against each other, and they both let out a moan. Ramses kissed a way down to Moses' stiff member before gently taking it in his mouth to the base, while at the same time pushing a finger through the tight ring of muscle into Moses. He gently pumped his finger and was just about to enter a second one when…-

The door opened, and there stood his father. It was time to go have that meeting. I was worried when I didn't see Moses in the room, and when he didn't come in at any point in the meeting.

When Moses did come through the huge doors, he had a smile on, and he bowed. I pretended not to see him for a few moments.

"Moses… How good of you to finally join us." I smiled a bit before continuing. "I trust you are well? I saw you leave the party early."

I see him falter. He had not noticed me noticing him leaving while I was staring down the girls dress.

"Yes, Pharaoh. I am well. I had a headache, and thought I should get some rest before today."

I looked at him, trying to work out if he was lying or not. But I didn't know. I only suspected. So, I smiled at him, and watched as he watched me for a bit before I turned to my father.

"Father… I would like to make Moses my right-hand."

The old man nodded, and someone was sent to draw up the forms. There would be an official announcement made later.

I couldn't believe it. Moses was my right-hand.