Eighty
Our eyes open and her hands slip to my chest upon where my heart beats, for as long as our foreheads remain glued together. There looking at my chest, she seems to realize that the absence of the voice makes my heart race, suffering from longing.
— Please, say something...
— When I met you I did not even know what love was, you came causing chaos inside me, making me doubt everything. I was so young...naive... You’re right when you say that our love transcends everything. If we had the chance to see the movie of our life, we would wonder how that love still existed. We have been through so much, Benjamin...so much that I would never dare to run away from a perpetual love like ours.
— Fuck... I say blowing air out of my lungs. — You almost killed me now!
— You can’t say "no" to something as inevitable as you and I!
— Funny! — I pull her back to my body, touching her lips with a serene kiss.
— The bracelet... murmured in my mouth. — Was it really your mother’s?
— Yeah, see — —I turn your wrist again, pointing to the little initials engraved on the jewelry clasp. — Here’s an "A" and here’s a "B".
— A and B... reflected.
— Amarah Bennet!
"It had been a long time since I heard myself pronounce that name..."
— Amarah...what a beautiful name...—she whispers softly. — I promise I’ll take care of your bracelet, Amarah... —I lose all my floor when I see that sweet phrase coming out of your mouth innocently as she slips her sweet fingers through the diamonds.
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— Fuck, what are they talking about in there?
— Calm down, Benjamin!
— Calm down? — Reply. — You can’t ask me to calm down when my wife is locked up with her ex—fiancé for more than three hours!
Two days passed, I was hysterical pounding my feet on the floor of the room with Julie next door trying to calm me down. Mila was talking to Adam about her decision regarding the engagement, but for some reason she locked me out saying she wanted to be alone with him.
"And that was three hours ago!"
— Enough, I’ll go see what’s going on!
— Oh will not even! — disagreed pulling my shoulder back. — You will not give this vacillation already at the beginning of your marriage, will? — snorted. — Stop being possessive, it’s acting like she was in a brothel, but actually she’s right there, fuck! — pointed to office door. — Let them talk in peace, they need this moment.
— No way, they’ve been stuck together for seven years, they don’t need another three hours to end a relationship. I can do it myself in seconds!
— Yeah, I know you can! — she hinted, rolling her eyes. — Well, stick to your paranoia, and I’ll finish organizing the Queen’s bachelorette party!
"What did she say?"
— What is it like?
— Bachelorette party! — reaffirmed.
— What’s this bachelorette party shit if she’s already committed?
— Argh, it’s just a women’s party, and Mila’s a queen, she barely leaves this palace, so let’s do it here, where it’s safer and away from paparazzi!
— And what do women do at that kind of party?
— Oh I don’t know, it was Lana and Yeva’s idea, they do it in their country, they said there’s drink and music.
The Empresses were returning for the Queen’s inauguration ceremony, but when they heard we were getting married, they decided to come two days early.
— I don’t know... I’m uncomfortable. — Lana and Yeva are very mischievous, I do not know if I like this idea, Mila already gives a lot of work even without knowing their culture...
— That’s why it’s a bachelorette party, Benjamin. It’s a one—night stand!
"She’s only getting worse!"
— Okay, have that little party, but it’s gonna be here. And I don’t want Artemis in the middle!
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— STAY, STAY IN THE FUCKING PALACE, BUT STOP TORMENTING MY LIFE!
Amelia— LOOK THAT MOUTH GIRL, I AM OLDER THAN YOU!
The next day I hear the cries of Mila and her sister coming from the lobby. They were arguing once again, and this had become frequent since she decided to declare war on Mila for breaking up with Adam.
— Hey, you two! — Knock the door, getting their attention.
They do not listen to me, but the way things were exalting between them, makes me a little more apprehensive, since Mila was very tired of her demands and Amelia could wake up something that a human could not handle.
Amelia— THAT’S WHY OUR PARENTS COULDN’T STAND YOU. ALWAYS WITH A BIG NOSE THINKING SHE OWNS HERSELF!
— THEY ARE NOT MY PARENTS, THEY ARE TWO GREEDY IRRESPONSIBLE!
Amélia— YOU ARE JUST LIKE THEM, ENOUGH TO SEE THE KING WHO SOON OPENED HIS LEGS BEGGING TO BECOME QUEEN!
— How...how dare you?
Amelia— That’s exactly what you heard!
When I see Mila raise her hand towards her sister, I throw myself in the middle of the two blocking her actions.
— MILA!
Her body jumps and even her sister is scared.
— B—Benjamin... murmured, realizing the shit he was gonna do.
With the anger she was and the firmness of her hand raised, it was certain that that slap could end up being fatal to Amelia, depending on where she hit her.
— Please...come up!
Amélia— Another without education! — he grumbled behind my back. — Didn’t they teach you that it’s ugly to get involved in people’s conversations, Bennet?
I hold Mila by the wrist and turn to her sister, keeping the Queen trapped behind me.
— Amelia, please remove your things from the palace and leave today!
Amelia— Are you crazy?
— Ben!
The two are amazed, even my child who can not understand that she has no obligation to her sister.
Amelia— Mila, you can’t let him do this, I have no home, no place to go. Think of my son, your nephew...please!
"What a clever son of a bitch!"
— Benjamin, I...I can’t do that...
"Silly. But I understand your heart!"
— Okay, we’ll do it then. You will give me your bank account, where I will deposit a generous amount every month to keep you with your child. You can choose the most expensive house if you want and until the car of the year, but in return, you will never call Mila, or step here again. Are we clear on this?
The Queen snorts shocked, while the other evaluates my proposal thinking it would have more rights.
Amelia— Won’t I even be able to visit her for a few days?
"God, what a ridiculous woman!"
— Visit her? — I laugh.
Amelia— Yes, because we are sisters and I practically raised her with Mom’s help!
— You didn’t create it, you sold it. You and those bastards you call "parents" are sons of bitches who used Perla’s death just to get close to Mila, or rather, her fortune. You’re so hypocritical that the girl died seven years ago and none of you went to visit her grave!
Amélia— I didn’t have time. If you were "mother" you would understand that I spend my days taking care of my son!
— Your son spends more time with his father than with you, Amelia. Now excuse me and get out of my house!
Amelia— Okay, don’t be rude! — he said walking out.
— James!
James— Sir?
— Call the driver and help Miss Rivera with the bags, please!
Amazing how this family is.
I turn to my Queen, who soon hugs me laying her head on my shoulder.
— Thank you... whispered.
— You don’t owe them anything, you hear me?
— Yes...
— Go upstairs, please, you need to get some sleep, you’ve been working all night...
— I don’t sleep well here, I like my house...our house...
When we worked late, we stayed right here. The children liked it, Falkor seemed to hate it, he kept looking at me crooked when we arrived at the beach and it gave me the impression that he blamed me about the children spending the night away.
"My fatherhood was being divided with a jealous dragon!"
— Let’s go home then, I need to recharge my energies to take care of the children tonight!
— But what about tonight?
— Lana and Yeva arrive in a few hours for that particular party!
— Oh, it’s true!
— But if you’re thinking about quitting this thing, I’m going to support... I cynically suggest.
— No way, Julie even separated the clothes, I’m eager to see!
At night.
— Mila!
I knock twice on the locked door and the voice that answers me is not hers.
— ONE MINUTE NOW!
The farewell party was about to begin, and I wasn’t leaving until I saw her.
— Bennet?
The voice of the Empress at the top of the staircase of the Palace, makes me turn immediately reverential.
— I did not know you were still here! — he commented giving me a friendly hug.
She and Yeva were in the other wing of the Palace, where there was a small function room with sofas, a private bar and a small stage for performances. They preferred to have the party there, where they would not be disturbed.
— I’m leaving, I just need to see Mila first!
— Is there a problem?
— N—no! — I lie.
Her hand rests on her waist and her eyebrow arches. She knew I was lying.
— What exactly do you want? — released at once. — Mila does not know your culture, she is not used to strong drinks and drugs!
She faces me with bravery, displaying all the power she had without even opening her mouth.
— You are lucky to be the first of us and also my friend, otherwise I would have your head cut off at that moment!
— I apologize if I failed with respect!
— You don’t have to be formal with me, Benjamin, nor do you have to worry about your fiancée. She’ll come alive...and good...happy!
"She hesitated, that doesn’t sound good!"
— Ready!
The door opens and just seeing my ex’s costumes, I worry.
— Now I can talk to —
— Julie, don’t you think this is too short?
Mila comes walking with her head down, looking at the bars of her all—white satin dress, at the height of her delicate thighs, with thin straps, and her completely naked back displaying her thin silhouette and the volume of her round breasts on the sides near her arms.
— It’s great like this!
— And the shoes, where did you put them?
That was a sin, even a man devoted to any deity would be corrupted if he saw her dressed like that. I ran out of reactions at the time, couldn’t say the things I was thinking when I should actually object.
Everything I imagined doing was obscene, I could easily push her back into the room, and lower those straps until that dress got stuck in the middle of her body, while I fucked her in every way.
"It’s clear from the movement of her perky breasts, that she even put on a bra!"
— Can we go?
Her green eyes rise as soon as they hear the Empress’s voice, but the person she faces is me.
— Ben! — looked at me slightly tilting his head to reach my sights centimeters from me, with our bodies almost glued. — I thought you were gone!
"I really want to fight her. I want her to take off her fucking clothes!"
— I just wanted to give you a kiss before I go! — I’m fake, drowning out my real intention.
Still barefoot she stands at the tip of her feet as usual, carrying her lips on mine.
— Come, your heels are there in the hall! — he said pulling the Queen by the arm, pulling her from my mouth.
— IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO THE CHILDREN DO NOT HESITATE TO CALL ME! — shouted from afar being taken.
— OK!
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