Two

— Yes!

— I didn't expect us to meet like that, but I'm glad you made it!

And I didn't expect the King's team, to be so good at hiding certain parts of him on television.

On screen, it was clear that he was a man with a strict family and a strong posture. He didn't have the gold necklace he is wearing, or even the first open buttons of his dress shirt. The tattoos on his arm accompanied by his expensive watch, led me to the next drawing that was on his left breast.

The image of a rough and spoiled king was replaced by a slightly naughty figure with a possessive taste. He was no longer a prince on a white horse, because I was sure that underneath his attractive body, there was also an intimidating person.

— The trip was great, thank you for sending such thoughtful and welcoming people! Thomas—Rivera we go see your room? -he asks, but doesn't wait for my answer.

Thomas grabs my hand and comes out pulling me up the stairs, completely forgetting the accident of a few minutes ago. I can't see the decoration underneath and end up noticing only two corridors upstairs. The one in front of the top of the stairs is the one he is leading me down, where there were three doors on the right and three more doors on the left. The other corner was bigger, but I didn't need to worry, since I could get to know the rest of it later.

As I open the last door on my left side, I pull in a breath in an attempt to catch the breath I lost climbing the steps, but when the wood touches against the wall, my whole chest closes up again.

"Geez..."

The room had a stunning bed to the right and a spectacular balcony overlooking the front garden. It was very high, but there was a small railing around the waist. On the other side, there was a bathroom with marble countertops, a bathtub, and a shower with a stall that was visible to anyone entering the room. There was no door, only a portal that was clearly built only with the purpose of breaking all privacy a person should have. Now the closet, zero defects, seemed to have been built according to my dreams.

— This is our bedroom! he said, taking apart my whole Barbie house.

— Our room? -debate. —But shouldn't we get to know each other better first? -I ask with flushed skin.

"I just met him, there's no way we can share the same bed just like that." "And that bathroom, if I need to use the toilet will it be in front of him?"

T— We don't need to meet! he sneered. —You're hot and you look smart. There's nothing to worry about! He smiled and left the room, leaving me in shock. —I'M WAITING FOR YOU AT THE BAR! he shouted outside.

"WHAT?"

"He's kidding, right?"

My sense never fails with men like that.

I had a notion that it would be hard to fall in love, I just didn't imagine that he would make that process harder by being a big jerk.

— "You're hot and you look smart" ... I repeat, imitating his voice, with a grimace.

I step into the shower stall trembling with fear, afraid that someone will walk through that door even though I've locked it. There was no way I could take a shower in here, much less pee without having a heart attack. The person who built this bathroom surely likes to show off wealth, since everything is too fancy. Now the way it is displayed, indicated a very troubled mind.

I get out of the shower and put on a black silk dress, not too tight to the body. It is loose

—fitting and has an elegant neckline at the breasts, along with a sensual leg

opening. On my black hair with curls down to the middle of my back, I do a quick loose bun, which leaves a few strands slightly loose. I apply a transparent gloss that enhances my lips and, finally, I finish with a simple eyeliner.

Ready and determined to start over, I go downstairs to the bar. I confess that I get lost for a few minutes, however a very kind cook shows me the way.

— My Queen! he sees me at the door. —Come drink with us! He speaks drunkenly, sitting at a poker table with three friends.

— Hello! I greet his drunken colleagues sitting down next to my husband.

— You look stunning! he said, placing his thick, rough hands on my thigh. — BRING ME A WHISKEY! he lets out a scream, startling me.

— Thanks, but I don't usually drink! I refuse, uncomfortable with his touch.

—Don't you drink? He throws his alcohol breath in my face. —Do you get naughty in bed when you get drunk?

"What a creep!"

— N— that's not it... -I'm embarrassed.

Mad and eager to see what was under my clothes, his friends start looking at me with King like expressions.

— Don't worry, you're home now. If you go crazy, at least you'll be in my bed! he said, laughing with his friends. —I WON, I WON, I WON! He threw his cards on the table with a shout of victory.

I find a way to escape from the table, making sure that my presence remains within his radius of sight. I invent that I will make my own drink, in an attempt to keep him off my back. Then I sit down on the red leather bench, begging him not to come and get me, or to notice that I was not preparing the drink. When little by little my heart was calming down from seeing that his attention was on the fixings, a strange feeling began to settle in my body, with the feeling that I was not alone at the bar.

— Oh my God! -my heart goes into my throat, just as I turn my seat. —What a fright, Piter!

— Your juice! -he reaches out holding a cup.

"Where did he come from?"

— Thank you! -I take the juice letting my fingers slide gently through his.

— Don't be upset... -he lowers the pitch of his voice and props his elbows on the countertop, standing close to me. —He's not always an asshole!

— I wouldn't expect anything different, his reputation isn't the best! I whisper.

—Smart! we said together. —And where did you come from? Piter asked, straightening up.

— From a place where the stairs aren't made of gold! latch.

— Well... -He looks quickly at the King and slowly drags his hand over the marble until it reaches mine. —I could have sworn there was gold in heaven! he smiled, gently touching my arm.

— What are you laughing at? He came up behind us startling us. Piter — A joke, my King! I said pulling his hand.

— Tell us! commanded. Piter — Wh—what? He gets in trouble.

— Tell me the joke, I want to see if it's funny enough to make my wife pay attention to you!

— Thomas! I'm sorry for your rudeness. —Don't be so rude, he was just making me company

— SHUT UP! -shouted, startling everyone. —I want you to go up to the bedroom and wait for me in the shower.

— But I just got here! I protest, frowning.

— IT'S AN ORDER! his shout is accompanied by a punch on the counter, making my body bounce on the bench.

"I want to hang this guy!"

Not being left with any options, I carry out the order by going up to my room. There I rip off my dress indignant with all the shit that was going on and get in the shower turning on the damn shower.

A mixture of anger takes over me, especially when I had just come out of this horrible bathroom. I felt trapped in a dead end, full of feelings and disappointments. There was no way this experience could get any worse, any more painful and suffocating.

I stood for almost five minutes watching the water jets hitting the porcelain tile, with my hand placed under the water drops. It was cold and not getting any warmer. I looked up looking for a button, a string, or even a rod, but everything here was too rich for me to understand. Then, to my misfortune, two claps of the hands turned everything off, including the lights, which were replaced by a frightening red. The shower immediately became hot, but at that moment the temperature was no longer a problem.

— Is this better? he emerges from within the reddish darkness. — I—Is it... I stammer, covering my body with my own hands.

— You don't need to cover yourself... -He stands in the doorway, checking me out from head to toe, as if deciding which part of me to touch first. —You're so hot! He bites his lips and begins to remove his clothes, piece by piece until he's completely naked.

It's there that I uncover his body and the rest of his tattoos that cover his two arms. He had a physical build that would drive many women crazy. Dark eyes, muscular and very, very well endowed. But the way he had treated me until now only made this moment more difficult, in an extremely uncomfortable way.

"It doesn't have to be that way..."

He drags the glass away stepping into the shower. The water falls on his skin and for almost two minutes his eyes linger circling all over my skin.

— I don't feel so good! I say. —Do you mind if I step out?

He moves mysteriously in my direction and consequently my back crashes against the glass in front of my fearful steps. I still have both hands in front of my breasts, but he comes very close to me, pulling my fingers together so that I reveal myself completely to him. I flee from his thirsty gaze, squeezing my eyes that were bent to the ceiling. He touches my neck and immediately my whole body shivers in disgust. Then those hard fingers go down and down, until they reach my nipples, where he plays with them by sliding my rigid nipple in circles.

— Thomas... -I pronounce his name, showing my annoyance.

— Don't you like it? -he asked, squeezing my nipple.

I did, but at that moment the only thing my body let out was an anguished sigh.

— Look at me! he ordered, pulling my face away.

I feel as if he would set the world on fire just to have me here and now.

— Ever since I saw your pictures, I can't stop thinking about those beautiful green eyes of yours rolling back and forth across your hot pussy!

— Thomas, please... -I'm begging him to stop.

Kisses start on my neck and the smell of alcohol that comes out of his mouth makes me nauseous. I try to take advantage of his drunkenness by throwing myself against the exit at the first opportunity I see, but a huge mess ensues inside the box when our wet skins slide across each other and his hands try to hold me down, failing to foam.

It's when I finally find a good space to escape, that he reveals his true strength, grabbing me from behind, by the back of my neck.

— DO YOU THINK I'M AN IDIOT, BABY? he asked, gritting his teeth, holding onto my neck, pressing the front of my body to the glass.

— No...no, I'm sorry! -I start crying in terror.

His member touches my buttocks and his hand begins to roam my body, without the slightest bit of compassion.

— No...please...

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