"Someone needs to stop this," I heard servants whisper outside my bedroom door. I pushed my ear against the hardwood and listened intently as they disclosed events of the current war.
I was honestly shocked that we were still battling; this had been going on since before I had been born into this world. "I don't think there is anyone who is capable of ending it." The servant sulked. His frame of mind was in good company; nobody had hope anymore.
"I'll bring hope, I'll end this war."
I woke up in a freight, nearly jumping out of my skin as the nightmare slipped from my conscious. Impulsively I lurched up but was quickly restrained back down. There was an arm on me and it wasn't hard to guess whose. Madara was awake, peering down at me bewildered by something. My head lied in his lap comfortably with my body curled up in a ball horizontally across the bed.
"What…?" I asked absently. He noticed that I had woken and moved his hand from my body to hide the fact that he was touching me again. "Ever had a weird dream, but can't remember it immediately after waking up?"
He nodded, "You looked to be having an epic dream. You were rolling around all over your bed."
"So I'm in your lap, why?" I stated- still not moving from his comfortable thigh.
He didn't bother looking embarrassed or trying to be defensive about this situation. He simply stated, "I wanted to make sure you didn't fall off the bed and hurt your head." Liar. "I merely held you down. You were the one who curled into me." Bigger liar!
"Sure," I sat up and yawned- stretching my arms up into the air purposely smacking him in the face. "Oh sorry, you're giant head was in the way." I hid my smile. He was a killer and a chauvinist, someone I shouldn't enjoy having as company and definitely someone I should be afraid of; not cuddling with in bed. Any normal Princess in my situation would keep their body guard at arms length away, but I wasn't normal and he was too fun to keep distant.
He growled at my childish behavior and pushed my back down on to the mattress. "That wasn't nice." he mused and kissed my jaw that had finally healed from our last affair.
I rolled my eyes, "You're the worst bodyguard in the world. You do know that right?"
"How so…?" He payed coy while smothering himself in the crook of my neck and nibbled on in gently, careful not to leave any evidence.
Suddenly, I could feel a draft blow up my knee length night gown as he pulled up the hem. I slapped his hand sternly and glowered at him, "because most bodyguards don't trick their clients into taking baths, while also pushing them into cheating on their fiancée."
He smoothly guided his hand back to the hem of my dress and drifted under the fabric. His large calloused palm rubbed on my thigh sensuously. "Your father's paying me so much- I thought I should give him a little bang for his buck."
I slapped his hand again as he went too far north, "you're not clever, nor funny. cease what you're doing immediately."
He sighed and stopped- surprisingly. "You're not cheating on your fiancée- it's not a real engagement anyway."
"What's that supposed to mean!" I yipped like a bitch in heat.
He went back to sitting in his chair, arms crossed- face turned away. He's pouting. "You know exactly what I mean. Engagements are supposed to be for two people who are about to get married."
"I am getting married," I gave him an absurd look. What is he going on about? Of course I'm getting married- like I have a choice!
"Sure…" Madara was hiding something but I didn't bother with his secretively. He was probably being dumb to irritate me like usual.
"How much is my father paying you, out of curiosity?" It must be a lot to get a Shinobi like Madara Uchiha to degrade himself as a bodyguard.
"Do you really care?"
"Care, no- just curious."
"He's not paying me with money; he's shipping my clan resources and food."
Well then, I'm lost. "What happened to your farmers?"
"We never had any- we always got our food from nearby towns. Recently though, my clan had to move itself away from villages because of Senju spies."
I racked my brain trying to figure out this logic. If there is any. "So, why don't you pay farmers to ship the food?"
He shrugged, "I'm not the clan leader- my father is. You'd have to ask him."
Well he's a sucky leader and needs to get some sense beaten into him. I observed the Shinobi sitting in his corner of the room. He was impatiently tapping his finger on his forearm, a ridiculously annoying habit he enacted when thinking deeply. His idiocy must be genetic, his son needs some sense beaten into him too. "If you need these supplies so bad, why are you playing around with me? If my father caught us you'd never get your payment!"
He was silent. The gears were moving in his head, turning hard against his thick skull. "I don't…" He paused, not sure if he was heading in the right direction with that statement. "I like a challenge, and you're the ideal one. You and your secrets- plus the way you push me away. I've never met a woman like you, and I doubt I will ever again."
He sounds grateful for that. "Is that a compliment, I'm really not sure?"
Something about what I said truly bothered him. He leaned his head back into the seat and shut his eyes tightly, clenching his fists into firm balls of fury. If that isn't an intimidating sight... "Is the fact that you are so tempting to me, that I would potentially starve my clan for you, a compliment?" You don't have to be rude about it."Let me put it in a smaller picture for you. I have killed thousands, been in war since I was six, and am purely devoted to my clan and family- so much so that when they told me to go guard a Princess, I actually agreed."
Ouch...?
"Not only that- but I have plenty of women back home begging to be in my bed. Honestly with the abundant supply, I'd never have to settle." Well then, isn't that a revolting thought. Thank you Mr. Uchiha, I needed that in my head. "Yet I wouldn't drop a dollar for them- but I'd lose a mission and kill family members for you."
He paused and looked at me for the first time since he moved away, "I think the least you could do in return is take a bath with me."
"OH MY GOD!" I screamed- losing all sympathy I previously held for the man.
He chuckled as a knock came on the door. "What's all the shouting?!" My father walked in without permission.
"Nothing, he made an inappropriate joke!" I spat.
My father light heatedly tsked him. "Be careful what you tell her, she's a very innocent girl." He warned.
"Very innocent," I emphasized earning a grand smile from the great conqueror. He's so grotesque.
"Sweetheart, Haji has returned and he'd like to see you downstairs." My father turned the conversation towards my wimpy suitor. Madara's teeth and cheek grin dissipated into a solemn hard line. He looked away, going back to his sulking attitude.
Today sucks already, "I'll be down as soon as I change."
"I'll tell him." He walked to the door and gave one look back at his little girl. I could see in his eyes he didn't see 17 year old Bella, but 4 year old Isabella. Ignorant, innocent, beautiful Isabella. "He's a good man, Bell."
"Sure he is, Dad."
Madara locked the door immediately after my father had closed the door. He had his arms crossed, typical Madara Uchiha stance, and grumbled."So you like him? Just 4 days ago you were screaming how much you hated him." He went to grab me but I evaded his attempt. I took a random garment off the ground of my closet and hid behind my wall divider to change.
He watched my silhouette move behind the screen making me intensely uncomfortable. "I don't like him. I just admitted he's a good person."
"Same thing."
"Not at all." I countered.
"How so?" I jumped into the chiffon and glided it over my body. I was breathless as I squeezed in. Oh I'm getting larger- it must be those extreme meals I've been sharing with Madara.
"You are a very bad man, yet I like you." He turned back to his jubilant little kid and walked behind to my side of the wall divider- nearly catching a glimpse of my bare breasts. "Madara!" I adjusted my self quickly.
He disregarded my badgering and pinned me against the wall, "so if you don't like him why don't you just tell him to scram. I'll do it for you," he kissed my cheek. "I'd love to do it."
"You're just horrible today!" I looked up into his intense black eyes. "You were doing so well the past few days too! You let me sleep alone, you didn't touch me improperly, and you didn't even bring up the bath. Now all of a sudden today you're undoing all that good behavior."
"Maybe-" he suggested as he shrunk down to my height and pressed his forehead against mine. "it's because you're 8 days away from your prospected wedding and I want to get as much bad behavior in before you decide to marry him."
He grinded against me causing my breathing to hitch, "It's- already decided." I leaned my head back against the wall enjoying this far too much.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and lowered his hands down to grip my fatty behind. "You might want to reconsider."
"Bell, are you dressed!" my father called from the other side of the door.
"Nearly!" I gasped as Madara squeezed. "Reconsider a marriage that will save my life, for sex with a Barbarian? That's not a question, that's ridiculous."
He growled intensely and bit my neck hard. "Ow, stop!"
"Don't test me, women." He snapped and let me go. I rubbed my neck and took a peek in the mirror across the room.
"You're lucky you didn't leave a mark."
"Keep smacking those lips at me and I'll give you a mark alright."
He walked with me to the door and I opened it to my father's smiling proud face. "You look gorgeous, he's in the sitting room." He quickly stated.
My father guided ahead of us as Madara followed behind. I felt his breath blow against my ear as he bent forward to whisper, "Anyway- I didn't say sex, did I?"
What is he getting at? I don't understand him… I took a side glance at his indifferent placid face he tended to wear whenever people were around. I couldn't decode him.
I turned the corner to the sitting room and breached the Prince's private conversation with Beniko. His hand was massaging her knee as he gazed into her eyes- lost almost. My father cleared his throat and he was off her in an instant.
Both of them played innocent and smiled up at my father. Beniko stood up and left the room, not forgetting to give me a valiant sneer. Madara was grumbling something under his breath like usual, I could only make out parts. "Marry him? …. Fucking whore… Just going to take her… typical bullshit."
Better not be calling me the whore.
"Good morning, Isabella!" Haji greeted and came to my side to peck me on the cheek. The same cheek Madara was at earlier, I noted.
"Morning, I'm sorry I couldn't greet you first. Although it looks like my sister was more than happy to make up for my rudeness." I was using my I know what you did tone that I tended to use on the twins when they lied to my father.
The Prince didn't let my words faze him and moved on to what he wished to disclose to me, "I've spoken to the seamstress who is creating your wedding dress, I've given her an idea or two. Your appointment for your fitting is in a few days correct?"
Talked to my seamstress? What an overbearing authoritarian he is. "Yes it is."
He smiled brightly dazzling his pearl white teeth, "good, I think I will accompany you. I'd like to see to it that my bride is beautiful for our wedding day." My jaw fell open and I looked around the room to survey whether I was the only person who was in disbelief. My father hid his face, trying to stay indifferent as much as possible- and Madara was holding his breath with the veins on his neck pulsing through his skin. He was trying to control himself but he obviously wanted to knock the prince down a peg.
"Ok…?" I didn't care enough about my wedding or our marriage to have marital superstitions. If he wanted to boss me around and play dress up- fine. This marriage is going to be hell isn't it? "Is that all you wanted?" I cut him short.
He pondered it for a second, "I believe it is. I will see you later darling." The prince kissed me again and initiated a conversation with my father as I escaped from the room.
I walked outside needing air suddenly. He's such an autocratic prick- I can see myself slipping some pufferfish in his dinner already.
I stood on the porch with Madara and waited for it, any second. "So that's the man you want to marry?" There it is, you never disappoint Mr. Uchiha.
"Want, no." I answered.
He sighed and came to my side placing his heavy hulking arm on top of my head as an armrest. "Come on shorty, let's go train."
I pouted, "Get your dumb arm off me," and walked off without him as he laughed maniacally at my pettiness.
"Come on," I shouted at her. "Hit me!" She came at me fast- that was her strong point. She swung around and kicked up her leg to hit me with but missed miserably. That's her weakness, aim.
"You need to focus, come on- is this how you'd fight an attacker? You're weak!" I motivated her, but it appeared to do the opposite effect. She shrunk down on her knees and panted, nearly putting up the white flag. I was trying to get all of my frustrations out in this short training session. I wanted to strangle her, fuck the shit out of her, kill her-kidnap her, hold her, Damn it! It was overwhelming and I found myself pathetic. To think I had fallen under a women's trap- no an engaged Princess's trap; That's even worse. This was only supposed to be a short mission with no strings attached!
I grabbed her forearm harshly and thrusted her up into position again. "Hit me this time, or I'm going to start my counter attack." She was horrible at defense- worse than she was in offense. She grimaced and came at me again, this time she kicked and I blocked it proudly, "There- again!" She did it again and was now starting to get the hang of it. "Let's switch to Jutsu now, I want to see how you can handle simple chakra control."
She shook her head violently at me, "no let's keep doing this. I don't want to do anything with Chakra."
"Come on you crybaby!" I teased her. "it's simple- it's just like walking on water."
She gave a face of confusion and hunched over finally throwing up the flag."Please, I want to stop."
"You always give up so easy!" I snapped, "Quitter!" I leaned my back against the tree and grumped.
"Can we just go back home now, please?" She begged, wiping her brow of sweat. Her clothes were soaked and her legs were shaking underneath her. She was tired obviously, but she usually pushed passed exhaustion; it was one of the things I liked about her.
"Why do you always give up when I try to teach you about Chakra?" Hiding something, like always I bet.
She shrugged and walked to the tree trunk that she used as storage. She pulled out her dress, "Put it down, we're not done." I warned.
"Yes we are, I don't want to train anymore."
Anger punctuated through my calm demeanor. "Put it down."
She held firmly on to the cloth and attempted to find a place to change. "No."
"Put it down, now!"
I need more time to unwind damn it!
She located a spot and headed towards it, disregarding my banter. I was fed up with her. Being around Bella 24/7 and watching her every move, it was driving me to think about impossiblities. She flaunted herself in front of me, teased me with her beauty … the inside and out. I knew deep down she didn't mean to, but it still aggravated me. I wanted it all to stop, the frustration, anger, rejection, hopelessness- I had enough of her taunting me with what I wanted!
I breathed deeply and without thinking activated Fire Breath Jutsu. A long stream of blazing inferno aimed towards her. Bella turned around to face the flames and I mentally screamed for her to get out of the way. Paralyzed with fear the Princess made no attempt to dodge it, but dropped her dress to the ground in shock as the massive wave came at her.
I saw her gold eyes grow wide and turn blood red as if her iris's had just flipped a switch.
The fire never reached her and her eyes turned back to gold instantly as if it had never happened.
"What are you doing!" She screeched, my mouth was hanging open as she picked rocks up from the ground and threw them at me. One of them hit me swiftly on the chest and ricocheted.
"I, I'm sorry?" Did I really just… no matter. "How did you evade it?"
"No!" She pointed at me, "You don't get to ask me questions. Go to Hell! You're supposed to protect me; you said you would protect me. What was that? You're an awful horrible man and I want you gone!" A tear slipped from her eye but she brushed it away quickly pretending she wasn't near bawling her eyes out. She couldn't hide it from me though, her emotional feminine side was getting the best of her and even though Bella wanted to pretend she was ok- the trust was she felt betrayed.
There was no way that the fire just went away by magic, I knew in my logical mind something stopped it. I need to know what you are! She could sense what was coming and closed her eyes tightly afraid to see the infamous Sharingan. I activated it and studied her body. Those large doe eyes of hers were encased in a hue of bright purple. Typically when eyes were encased with Chakra it hinted to a dojutsu- but this was different.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I barked.
"Because, it's none of your business!" She started to hyperventilate. "At least my suitors tried to kill me for a reason, because I'm a monster. No, you tried to kill me for no good reason at all!... You. tried. to. kill. me!" She hugged her sides and hunched forward in what looked like pain.
I was calm now, those eyes didn't just remove the fire externally but internally inside me too. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tightly. "You are not a monster." I deactivated my Sharingan. My fingers combed through her hair slowly in an attempt to calm her down, it appeared all was futile. Stop crying, you're making me feel bad damn it!
"I'm a dangerous killer!"
She pushed herself from me and picked up the dress that she had dropped earlier. "You're a little girl, not a killer." I reassured her. I could hear her struggling behind the tree with her dress and I felt obliged to be nice, especially since I nearly killed her and all. "Need help," I asked casually.
"No, shove off!" She walked out from behind the tree with her dress battered and ripped from tearing over her hips.
I grabbed her harshly by her wrist. "I want you to show me what you can do." I wonder how far this Jutsu goes.
"Why do you have to know?!" She pulled her wrist from my grasp and stepped back from me.
I stepped forward to make up the distance. "I don't have to, I want to."
She frowned sincerely, "You try to kill me, now you make demands?"
I shrugged, "I'm a complicated guy."
Bella nervously held herself, rocking back in forth in a timid fashion. I could see she wanted me to know, but was afraid for some reason. Everybody needs to share their secrets with someone. "I've… I've never really willingly showed someone before." She muttered.
I rolled my eyes, "Just show me before I get bored." The Princess glared at my impatience and picked up a leaf from the ground placing it in the palm of her hand which hovered in between us. She looked around the forest nervously, checking to see if anyone was around. After surmising that the coast was clear Bella closed her eyes. She breathed in sharply and her skin started to glow like a lightning bug at night. Her pupils had disappeared and her eyelids turned white as snow, Sage mode? The bright yellow iris's turned into prisms, highlighting every color underneath the sun.
"What is that?" I questioned.
"I couldn't tell you." A crackling sound came from the leaf and it began to wrinkle. Chakra reaction? Wrinkling means- lightening… it then split into two. Wind. Transformed into dirt, and quickly back again. Earth. Lit on fire and turned to ash, fire, and finally the ash soaked in water and dripped out of her hand.
"You can control all basic elements?"
She shook her head and wiped off her hand on her dress, "I can copy Kekkei Genkai's. These are the few in my arsenal."
"WHAT?!" I snapped at her. "How is that even possible!?" Her eyes grew wide and she shrunk down beneath me. Apparently she was sensitive about her abilities, It wouldn't be wise to yell at her right now. She's in far too vulnerable of a state of mind.
She deactivated her sage mode and looked at her feet self- consciously. "I understand if you hate me now... If you want to kill me I won't stop you."
"Shut up," I said as cooly as possible, Kill her? What's happened to her during her life to make her this afraid of people? "It was just a shocking revelation that I wasn't expecting. So if I showed you my Sharingan could you copy it?" She nodded with a slight whimper of fear caught in her throat. "Prove it."
"Please don't make me, it's very painful." I overlooked her warning and reactivated my Sharingan once again. I strained my minimal amount of patience as I waited for her to pick up the courage to look at me. I couldn't tell if she was afraid of the pain or the Sharingan itself. The amount of time Bella was taking was far too long for my small amount of tolerance, so I picked up her chin with my index finger and ordered her to look. She obliged unwillingly and opened her timid eyes upon my fierce red ones. A sharp gasp escaped her and she closed her eyes tightly in pain. "Ow," she moaned and fell to her knees, pulling her hair as she did. I bent down next to her and grabbed her jaw in my hand ignoring her small cries of protest.
"Show me," I ordered her and she shook her head. "SHOW ME!" I snapped again.
That is the Sharingan alright... and she's not even of the same clan as I. She breathed deeply and tiredly, the whites of her eyes now red with sensitivity. "It's weak," she explained. "It's like taking a picture of a picture- the quality is lower and the power is hard to focus. I don't have Uchiha blood or the body to keep up with such powerful eyes so it take a lot for me to use it. I can feel..." She paused and touched the corner of her eye gently. "it's draining my Chakra so quickly that if I were to keep it activated I would die from the strain on my system. That's why my body goes into sage mode, so I can balance the power in my body." She quickly deactivated the dojutsu and panted.
"Where did you learn Sage mode?" I don't even know how to use sage mode.
"When my father found out about my kekkei genkai he ordered me an entire book collection devoted to ninjutsu and its history so I could learn how to control it… hide it. I learned a basic grasp of it through scrolls, the rest was learned in training."
"Your Sage mode looks different from others that I've seen." Her whole body lit up along with her eye color change.
She shook her head, "can we not talk about it anymore. I'm really tired." I could tell by her breathing that it was true. Her breath was labored and pained as if she had worked out for days straight.
This is a very dangerous Jutsu...but also a very strong one. That makes her powerful... Her eyes were closed as she slowly drifted to sleep on her feet. She's that tired already? I'll have to teach her some endurance so she can use that Jutsu longer. I walked up behind her while she wasn't looking and dug in my weapon pouch. With a rubber band in hand I pulled up her hair. "Don't touch me!" I had startled her with my touch. She tried to turn her around to push me away but I pulled tightly on her hair to constrict her movement.
"What did I say about pushing?" I gritted my teeth.
"I'm sorry," she cried
As I finished setting her hair up she turned around to face me, her eyes full of fear. It was completely incomprehensible to me, but with her hair up and that torn dress falling off her shoulders I struggled keeping my arousal down. I think I could look at you forever and still be entertained.
I placed both my hands on her shoulders and gazed into her eyes with my Sharingan. The purple was so vibrant and her Chakra was exceedingly powerful. With such power she could do anything she set her mind to, but it appeared the fear held her back from using the outstanding Kekkei Genkai. If she only mastered her fear and the Jutsu itself the possibilities with where her life could take her would be endless. She would be a great asset to the Uchiha- She could stand by my side to protect them! I think my clan would be more upset with me for letting her go than failing the mission.
"You don't have to hide this power." I had gotten her attention. "I could assist in training you to use it efficiently and you could help people- save them."
"No there's not enough time." She shook her head apologetically. "In 8 day's I'll be married and you'll be returning home."
"Come home with me then." He said it like it was so easy.
Like I could just say to my husband on our wedding night- ' so I have this deadly kekkei genkai and my body guard- yah remember the tall dude- he's gonna teach me some stuff about it- probably rape me after- and then I'll be back to save some lives, kisses!' "That's not going to happen."
He deactivated his Sharingan and let my shoulders go, he was grumbling something inaudible- something along the lines of "why bother- just kidnap- stupid- strangle."
"I'm sorry," I pressed my hands against his cheeks and gave him a light smile. "I really wish I could- I know you have so much you could teach me." I really shouldn't be so nice to him; he just tried to kill me.
He pulled me closer and bent down to meet me eye to eye. "Let me teach you one thing before you decide anything." He lowered his lips down on to mine and for several seconds I stared wide eyed with shock. Is this happening? I gave in regardless. He hungrily devoured my lips with his and wrapped his arms around my waist. I could feel all his frustrations, disappointments and anger flooding into the kiss making it thorough with passion. I was dead in his embrace, falling deeper and deeper into him. In this single kiss I could feel more than I had in my entire life. I didn't think of my fiancée, the wedding, the rules, or my impending death that loomed over me.
He was being violent with his assault and I was hardly keeping up with him. I pulled away suddenly, earning a nasty growl from the impatient man. "This isn't right."
He picked me up effortlessly and pushed my back hard against a tree. I cried out from the suddenness as the bark scratched my skin harshly. "Than call off the wedding."
"And what, die?" I wrapped my legs around his hips and seceded to him- he smiled in triumph and moved his hands to my thighs. He was too strong to fight off, and my will too weak to motivate me to run away.
"Come with me and I'll protect you," he looked at me dead in the eye and proposed. I was lost for words- what do I say to that. What's right? "Don't marry him." He repeated surely- telling me what to do now.
He had his hands still on my thighs, his eyes firmly on mine. He wasn't joking around, not this time. "I have to. Legally-"
"Fuck legally, you'll have me." He boorishly declared.
I'll have you? How will I have you? ... it doesn't matter. "For how long will you protect me, what are you going to do- extend your contract date to get more supplies from my father. And then what? Throw me away when he can't give anymore?" He snarled at my distasteful premonition and dropped me with little regard for my safety. I fell to the ground hard injuring my back on the tree as it scraped away the skin.
"You think that little of me?"
"Am I wrong?" I lashed out. I came to my feet and walked up to the titan. "Or were you just going to kidnap me and use me in your silly wars?"
He struck the side of my face with great force making me stagger back a few steps. Tears stung my eyes as the pain won the battle with my pride. Madara disregarded my crying and grasped my throat stiffly in his hand. "How dare you!"
I gasped for breath under his power, "stop it!" I couldn't get him off of me, nor could I calm him now.
"You're lucky you get the choice to hate me, I wish I could hate you. You can think bad things about me and my intentions, but you don't know who I am." He loosened his grip on my neck and petted his thumb over the red mark he created. "There is more wrong with me than right, but I can deem, that what is right, is what my intentions are for you. I can NOT leave you alone, God know's why, but I can't let you go." That almost sounds like a warning...
I was weak, everything on my body hurt now. "Look what you've done to me." I said it softly, hoping this message would push through his closed mind. "My face, my back, my eyes, and neck- you've done this to me. I'm sorry, Madara. No… I've been abused my entire life, I would rather be dead than be abused any longer!" His hand moved away from my neck and shook with rage as it willed to smack me again. Madara bayed it back as he heeded my word and observed what he had done. He didn't say anything in his defense but lowered his hand from its threatening pose. "I'm a Princess, this is what I'm supposed to do with my life. I can't run away with a Shinobi, that's wrong and I can't do wrong- I have to do right!"
He breathed heavily over me; he was at war in his mind and at body. "What is with you and being right, fuck being a Princess, and fuck being right. Let's be wrong together, who cares!"
Together, for how long. Till you find some defect, or till I bore you? What would i do then? I rested my head back on the tree, tired of fighting. "You don't understand. I care, my father will care, my mother looking down on me will care."
"You're lying, you're father's an idiot, and your fucking mothers dead- don't worry about her!" He kissed my lips again pushing hard against, licking them and guiding his tongue inside to dance with mine. He released me breathlessly, both of us panting as he placed several wet kisses down my neck. "Don't think about it, just do it, that's what I've been doing. If I think about it, I'm miserable and guilty- but those are only temporary feelings. If you're with me you won't regret it, I promise."
I'm such a horrible person, I can't even be honorable for a few minutes before doing or thinking about something awful. I'll never be a good person. "I will regret it, because I will have my mothers disappointment anchoring me in a pool of guilt. It's my fault my mother's dead." Baby Belly, I heard her voice chime for me. I still remembered her, but I chose to not think about her anymore. It hurt too much. "The least I can do for her is be good and do the right thing in my life!"
His eyebrows raised and he smiled in relief. "I'm finally beginning to understand you." He couldn't keep his mouth off me it appeared as he went from my neck to my cleavage.
Finally his kips descended off me and he took a break to smile down at me, "So that's why you're obsessed with doing good? Well- I can guarantee you, your mother would rather have you happy and alive with me than dead with your dad or miserable with the Prince."
"Who say's I'll be happy with you."
"Nobody, but I can prove it."
"By hitting me again, or how about you choke me out like you just did a moment ago." He looked away in shame, or is that anger. "No, I will not leave with you. I'm marrying Haji. That's the last time I will say it."
I could see his jowls clench and his hands were in tight balls. He peered back at me with anger and lust but made no move. He raised a hand and I flinched instinctively. I dared a peek when the pain never came, and instead of a raised palm I saw a pointed finger. "I get what I want. You'll see I'm a very ambitious person."
Plan A failed, time for plan B. you're going to regret saying no the first time."