The buzzing on my alarm clock sounds, but I’m already up. To start the day, I switch to a tank top with shorter shorts. I pull my hair in a ponytail. I layer my tank tops, and then I left the bedroom with my iPod in hand. Once again, I make it to the dining hall by myself. The doors are open, and I can feel that Christian is home. Sophia serves me breakfast.
Sam greets me, “How are you feeling today?”
“I’m okay, I guess.”
“Good… because, today is another long day.”
From the moment, he says that, I knew I’m done for. After breakfast, I cautiously follow him outside.
“You already know, what you need to do—get busy.”
His obstacle course is brutal. The course commences with a hard run. I’m getting ready, to leap over a fence, when someone catches me, by my neck, while I’m in midair.
A huge rogue has me in a firm chokehold. I wince in pain, with one of the rogues shouting, “We got the bitch!”
My mind races with panic, and I try to think of what to do next. They throw me to the ground and it hurts. I cry out in pain. Another hand grabs me, and places me directly behind him. Christian is fully alert standing directly in front of me, growling. His fangs click, and this won’t be pretty.
He snaps, while growling, “Stay down, Jeannie!”
In five seconds, he dismantles the three rogues. My knee throbs from the pain. He appears wet from a shower, and he’s wearing a pair of indigo basketball shorts with ivory tennis shoes.
He squats right beside me. “Are you hurt?” he asks, while he removes my hands, to examine the damage. He found the spot that throbs. He felt my knee, and then my leg, “They snapped your leg”
Out of stubbornness, I attempt to walk away, but I couldn’t. He catches me in his muscular arms, and picks me up against my will, to carry me inside the castle. There’s no way, I can continue to fight with him, since he helps me. The pain is unbearable.
Sam apologizes to him repeatedly. “Stop apologizing to me! You need to apologize to the one, whom you chose to leave, to call your fucking girlfriend! I already jumped Louie for doing the same fucking thing!” Christian snaps at him.
Christian carries me to the library, he sits me down on the mahogany library table, and the Enforcers gasp with horror.
His fangs remain out. “I will have to give you another dose of my blood. This is the only way you will heal. Do you want my blood—or not? You are in no shape, to contest my blood at this time. This will seal our bond permanently. Do I have your approval?”
My head nods quickly at him with my approval. He bites directly into my leg. He shifts rapidly, and then he bites into his own wrist. He hastily pours a large amount of his thick blood inside my wound. The pain eases in five minutes. In my head, I automatically add another twenty years. The total is now up to sixty years. I will be an old woman in a wheelchair now. The thought of Christian protecting me as an old woman—amuses me. I wonder if he will continue to save me, when I’m seventy-eight years old. This revelation causes laughing fits.
He stands right by my head. “What is so amusing?”
“When I’m seventy-eight years old, will you help me out with arthritis? Will you still be around?”
He cracks a smile, and he laughs with me for a change. I immediately have to apologize to him, “I’m sorry for what happened yesterday. Will you please forgive me?”
He starts to pick the leaves out of my hair. “I already forgave you, but it is nicer to hear your apology in person—versus technology.”
I hug him tightly. My soul and body desires him. He returns the affection with a quick peck on my cheek. He caresses my cheek, immediately making me feel comfortable around him. I miss his gentle touch, no matter how small his touches are.
“I need to finish my shower. Brennon and Brannon should be patrolling the area, if you want to still work out—you can.”
“I wonder if you’re tired of saving me now.”
Christian tilts my head. “I have a purpose, and I enjoy playing the hero. It has been an incredibly long time, since I have played this part. Let me enjoy it for as long as I can.”
I wink at him and reassure him. “You have my word, and I enjoy being the damsel in distress. You can’t be GI Jane every day.”
The men in the room laugh at my joke. Christian shakes his head with amusement in his eyes. He gives me one last kiss on the cheek, before he leaves. I watch my white knight in shining armor leave the library, to do what every hero in a story does best. My hero left me to take a celebratory shower.
Charlie helps me off the table, and I’m able to walk. Charlie grins from ear to ear at me.
I left the library, to deal with a guilt-ridden Sam. “I’m so sorry, Jeannie! I think we need to continue our session in the gym for the next couple of days. Please, forgive me, for my incompetence.”
“I’m okay Sam, and accidents happen. All I want to know is how those guys broke through security.”
“I promise it won’t happen again! We will find out what exactly happened.”
~~~***~~~
Sam keeps me inside the gym for the next couple of days. He refuses to let me out of his sight.
Christian starts to come around more often. He takes over for Sam, while he has to run a few errands at Meropis University. My sense of humor causes him, to laugh a few times. We are comfortable around each other again.
“We have another meeting tonight, and you ought to be ready by eight,” he reminds me.
“Let me finish my one thousand squats, and I will meet you there with a few ice packs. I may smell like Icy Hot.”
“Meet me upstairs and try, to look somewhat presentable.”
Christian is the god of perfection. He left the gym looking sexy in his solid charcoal gym shorts. It is hard not to gawk at him and feel something. After he leaves, I finish my workout session. I left the dining hall in a hurry, and run smack into Erik.
Erik snarls at me. “You need to watch, where you’re going, Princess.”
My eyes stare through his tough exterior. “I am… I’m sorry, Erik! I will pay close attention. Once again, I’m so sorry, for not looking where I’m going.”
Erik glances at his watch. “Go… run along. I would hate for you, to be late for Christian.”
I turn around and walk backwards, but I run into Ian. “Shit! I’m so sorry Ian! I’m leaving, and I’m sorry guys!”
Ian chuckles at me, and he shakes his head. “It will be okay, chick, but you need to hurry.”
I left them in a hurry, and run to my bedroom. Without missing a beat, I shower and change into my business attire. In record time, I meet him in the foyer. We left together in his limousine. We attend his business meeting with five minutes left to spare. He wears a gray double-breasted suit, and he remains the business shark that he is.
Shelly tries her best to rub her breast against him. I try hard to ignore it, but pangs of jealousy escape me. I thoughtfully imagine what it would feel like, to throw her out the floor window. He cocks his head, and he immediately turns around to me. He smirks at me with amusement in his eyes. I remember what he told me about our blood bond. I mouth the word “fuck,” to him. He lets out a small chuckle. Shelly tries to lean over him again, and this time he moves back. To my absolute surprise, my instant messenger flashes across the computer screen. “Is that better?”
My mind struggles to think of what to type him in return. Is he flirting with me? I shake my head no, and not attempt to entertain that idea. Instead, I wrote him back. “Much better and thanks.” Christian and I sent instant messages to each other during his business meeting. Either they are things of importance, or he sent me instant messages of flirtation. I notice another instant message flash across the screen that I never expect to see.
Hottwin2: I want to inform you that I thoroughly enjoyed the kiss from last week. I am sorry for my shitty reaction. Do you have any left to offer me?
This sends shock waves to my central nervous system. Paul hands me a cup of cool water. I try to think of what to type to him. I summon all my vampire courage, to send him a reply.
Vampprincess1: I thought you were against discussing feelings on communicative devices. To answer your question, yes. There are more to give, but only to willing participants.
I click send and wait impatiently for his response. My face instantly blushes at what I typed to him.
“Are you feeling okay?” Paul whispers to me.
With a click of a button, the instant message now hides at the bottom of my computer screen. I quickly avert my attention to his projects. My mind swirls with what he has typed me. I nod yes at Paul's question. After five additional minutes, my messenger blinks. I inhale and maximize the screen.
Hottwin2: I am a willing participant, but you need to be careful with Paul. He is looking down your blouse right now. I find that highly disrespectful to my Princess.
I casually glance over at Paul and Paul quickly shifts his head away. I frown and immediately pull my blouse up to hide the girls. I shift my weight away from Paul and fire another message to Christian.
Vampprincess1: You didn’t want to be a willing participant last week. Thanks for the warning with Paul, and I’m readjusted now.
Christian lets out a low groan. He shakes his head no at his computer. The feeling of annoyance courses through my veins with my last message. My messenger continues to blink again. I read what he has to say.
Hottwin2: I apologize for my overreaction. Normally, the man kisses the woman first in my generation. I had time to think about it, and I would like to steal some of your sweet kisses.
He taps his fingers on the oak table, and waits for my response. I need to think about it for a minute. I blush with embarrassment.
Vampprincess1: I’m waiting for you, to make the first move, since I did step out of line last time. FYI, you’re up to bat with your presentation.
They call on him again, to grab his attention. He straightens up and stands in front of everyone to give his thirty-minute presentation. I listen carefully to all the questions the other vampires have for him. My emotions try to stay calm, but they creep back to the surface, with Christian feeling them. A few times, he flashes a small smile in my direction. I try to ignore him, but it’s impossible. The sea of lust grips me hard, and starts to strangle me. He gazes right back at me. The lust lasts until the end of his presentation. The pangs between my thighs light me up inside. The lusty stare returns with equal pain.
He wrote back to me, and I gasp as the flirting turns sexual.
Hottwin2: Thanks for telling me. If I make the first move, it will turn into something more. I can slide my tongue in other places if you like.
I purposely drop my pen, and slowly pick it up in his vision. He will get me back for revealing my cleavage to him. I type him in return.
Vampprincess1: We are not dating. I enjoy this, but you’re evilly teasing me. My thoughts of you, are no longer decent these days either.
Shelly glances over at Christian with wonder. He chuckles at my last message. She focuses her attention on me, and shakes her head in disgust. He types me something, but he keeps staring in my direction. He taps his fingers on the oak table again.
“So… what are you doing next weekend?” Paul whispers to me.
My head jerks in Paul’s direction. I know he’s not a vampire, or a hybrid of any kind.
“I’m not doing anything. Why are you asking?” I whisper to him.
Paul responds, whispering, “I wonder, if I can take you out this weekend? Would that even be possible?” Paul scratches his head and readjusts himself. The vampire women smile affectionately at him. Christian doesn’t like Paul's question. He types something on his keyboard. I wait patiently, to see what he types me next, and I’m in shock.
Hottwin2: I believe we are breaking one of my rules. There is a ‘no dating’ policy. I will break my rule, but only for me. Let me know, if you want to date me. I am willing, to see how things work out between us. PS: I really enjoyed the view.
The message returns, to Christian and I gave Paul his answer, “I’m sorry Paul, but I’m seeing someone already.”
Vampprincess1: The jealousy is unbecoming, but you already have me. I will be more than happy to date you. I’m glad you enjoy the view. There’s more, to come in the future with less clothing.
As I wait for his reaction, I organize his reports for him, since that’s the last thing for me to do. My messenger flashes with another message from him.
Hottwin2: You are turning Paul down, who is mortal. You realize that other male mortals want you too. I want you to notice that. Paul will give you what you need.
He writes me a crappy message. “On second thought, what do you want to do this weekend?” I whisper back to Paul.
Paul grins, because he’s happy. “I know of a great place we can eat at. We can even catch a movie.”
Christian isn’t exactly happy with my response to Paul. He’s rather upset. I wrote him a message of frustration.
Vampprincess1: If this is what you want for me, then I will go on a date with him. I’m only doing this, to save you from having, to make that decision. I wouldn’t want you, to put yourself OUT any more than what you have done for me already. If this is what you truly want for me, then I will date only mortals.
Paul hands me a note of the place and time to meet him. I deliberately ignore the last couple of messages from Christian. I smile at Paul warmly. We left the meeting and pile into the elevator together. After the silent elevator ride, Christian and I sit inside his limousine in complete silence. He’s not happy with my decision, and I can feel him brood through our bond. He had his chance, but I refuse to play mind games with him.
As soon as the limousine stops, I jump out. The castle door slams behind me, and I run past the men to make it inside my bedroom in record time. My business clothes drop to the floor. For the first time, I cry from the bottom of the shower floor. I silence my sobs quickly. I try not, to give him any hint of what I truly feel inside my heart. Another one of my old shirts turns into an excellent nightgown. My body and mind demands sleep, except I have a visitor.
There’s a loud bang on my bedroom door. “You can come in,” I yell at the door.
Ian enters my room, and he shakes his head at me. “I just want to say one thing to you. You did a great fucking job, pissing my boss off! He ordered all of us, to go on reconnaissance. Thanks for that delightful and inspiring fight that you had with him tonight.”
“I didn’t have a fight with him! I will do what he wants me to do! He wants me to stick with mortals, so that’s what I’m doing! There was no fight,” I yell back at Ian.
Ian opens up my laptop, and he directs me to the messenger in five seconds. He makes me read the last two messages, Christian sent me.
Hottwin2: Do not put feelings inside of me, which are further from the truth! You will piss me off, if you do that! I am trying to keep you alive. My feelings for you do not matter, when it comes to your safety.
I read the second message he sent me, and my heart collapses.
Hottwin2: I would have taken you out on a date. I can see that you have interest in Paul. If he is whom you want, then I will stand aside. I will never interfere with your life again.
I lost my chance, to be with him. A few tears trickle from my chin. Ian writes this on a piece of paper, and hands it to me. “That was really stupid. Christian was an ass, before you came along. After you came along, he drastically changed for the better. Now, he’s back to his old self again. I want to thank you for that.”
Ian left me with what he wrote. Out of fear of losing someone else, I bury my feelings deep inside.
For the rest of the week, training with Sam remains uneventful. The message from Paul comes with complete instructions. None of the Enforcers will help me go on a date with Paul.
Willow steps up by offering, to smuggle me out of the castle. After my training, everything is precisely the same, except this time I snuck out from the castle. I wear a pair of tight jeans with a low cut snowy angora sweater. A pair of jet-black strap heels completes my ensemble. I return to wearing my sister’s necklace. I have already carefully planned my escape. The Enforcers failed to update the bottom floor with the latest touchscreen technology, unlike the rest of the castle. An ivory hat covers my red curls. Like a spy on a mission, I slip out of the castle without the security cameras detecting me. I make it outside and duck beside her car. Willow enters her car after three minutes. She unlocks her doors, to allow me to creep inside her car.
“You need to stay down until we make it through the gates,” she warns.
She starts her car, and drives towards the gates. Willow turns her head smiling and waves at security. She depresses the green button above her head. We make it outside the compound or prison in three seconds.
She laughs at my jailbreak. “You’re in the clear. You need to meet me at the pier, no later than three hours from now. Take my gun with you in case something happens.”
She hands me her small gold handgun, and makes sure that it’s in my purse for protection. Christian isn’t home, because he’s putting out a fire from one of his businesses. She drops me off at the pier. Paul stands at his Porsche smiling at me. There’s an opportunity, to return to the castle, but I’m already in too deep. I cautiously walk over to Paul, and he points to the passenger’s side. He gestures for me to get in. My dark shades cover my eyes with my snowy hat still hiding my curls.
Paul drives around for ten minutes until he pulls into a parking lot. He doesn’t even bother, to open my side for me. This date is heading down the toilet already. I hid my bitter disappointment, especially when he doesn’t even bother, to open the door to a small diner. He pulls out a couple of menus for both of us.
“Are you ready to order?”
“I just want water, and that’s it.”
Paul orders a large set of onion rings with a burger. His food makes my stomach churn. My diet remains intact, after watching the disgusting display of food.
Paul starts talking with his mouth full, “You’re an excellent assistant! How do you stay so organized?”
“I just make copies, and ensure his files have dates on them. I guess that it’s not that complicated. I make sure he has everything he needs.”
Paul wipes his greasy hands on his pants. He grosses me out with watching him use his clothes as napkins, especially when there’s a perfectly clean napkin resting on the table. My head cocks to the side, and stare at his blue vein throbbing in his neck. My eyes blink a few times trying, to clear my vision. It is hard to ignore the throbbing jugular vein.
“Did you know that we work for vampires?” Paul whispers.
In the restaurant, there are a few vampires sitting around with anticipation, waiting to see what he says next. My mouth starts to twinge with pain. The pain starts swelling in my gums and it even intensifies. His jugular vein looks incredibly tasty. My fangs want to bite him.
“You need to be careful with what you say,” I angrily whisper.
“Why do I need, to be careful?”
I pull my phone out, and I want to call one of the Enforcers. I’m in agony trying, to keep the tears away.
“I’m a hybrid, and I believe you have insulted me enough for the evening.” The vampires in the room, eye me suspiciously.
I had enough, so I run outside with Paul chasing after me. “You mean to tell me that you’re one of them! You seem alive to me! What the fuck?”
I jerk my arm out of his grasp. To my dismay, there are rogues starting to land from the sky.
“I’m one of them, and you had better run to your car, before one of those rogues takes you. They might even turn you.”
Paul notices the rogues landing from the sky. He left me, by running to his car. He threw my purse out his window and sped off. There’s no way, to hide from the rogues. One of them catches up to me. After reaching for my purse, I take out the gun. My aim is perfect as I shot a rogue directly in the head.
One of the rogues yells out, “Oh, this bitch is packing, dudes!”
I shot another one and the rogue explodes all over me. This will be exceptionally hard for me to explain, why I’m wearing dark blood and the obsidian tarry substance. The only thing left now is to pull the cover back, and push the button. I take a deep breath and sound the alarm on my cell phone. This will make Christian and the rest of the Enforcers angry with me. My phone will immediately show my current location, after sounding the alarm.
There are twenty rogues left, and I only shot one. I shot another rogue in the head, and his body blows all over the brick wall.
A set of muscular arms pull me back. In a blur, he destroys five rogues quickly. All the Enforcers show up in record time. They are quickly helping me, by snapping the rogues apart. We are fine until fifty more rogues join the party.
Christian tries to keep me behind him. “I will save the lectures for later, Jeannie! I will say that I’m extremely angry with you right now!”
He wears a pair of tight blue jeans for a change. He pulls his hair back in a quick ponytail, and nails a rogue with his silver tips on his boots. I save Ian with two quick shots to the heads of two rogues. My gun runs out of bullets, and I hit a rogue squarely in the head with it. Alexander moves to Christian’s side, and he helps us with five more rogues.
The carnage continues, but my heels become the latest victims. One of those heels saves Zane. The rogue blows up all over him. The second heel saves Brannon, who was fighting three rogues at the same time. One rogue almost nailed him.
Christian turns around. “I think you may have a hidden talent with heels.” He grins at me for a change.
Ian walks over, to rip another rogue apart. Brennan saves Tommy, by shredding a greasy rogue apart. They rip apart fifty rogues in fifteen minutes.
Charlie and Erik count off how many kills they each have, “That makes ten, Erik.”
Erik scoffs at him. “I have eleven rogues. I win, Charlie.”
Christian flips me over his shoulders, and he places me in his arms. “You better hold on to me.”
He’s about to give me a long lecture tonight. The large strap on my purse wraps around my neck. My arms grip his neck. We are back at the castle within two minutes. Christian places me down on the ground. I might as well be a dead princess. He starts yelling insanely at me, “You just broke two of my fucking rules! I am very pissed off right now! You are deliberately disobeying me!”
The other Enforcers land with Ian shaking his head in disgust at me. I trail behind him in the castle. I make it as far as the foyer, when my mouth continues, to throb from intense pain. I can no longer stand it anymore. It feels like someone is jerking out my teeth without anesthesia. My body crumbles to the floor from the excruciating pain.
He continues to blast me, “I hate how you fucking used me! I thought I could trust you! Obviously that was my fucking mistake!”
The pain makes me cry out in agony. Christian stops screaming at me for a second after he notices the excruciating pain I’m in. “Are you hurting again?”
I can’t utter a single word. I threw off my shades, to show him just how intense the pain is.
He kneels down and stares into my eyes. “You need to promise me that you will never do something that stupid ever again.”
The tears stream down my cheeks. He picks me up and shakes his head at me. Christian carries me inside the library then perches me on his lap.
Alexander notices the pain that I’m in, and he returns with a topic solution. “I know you are hurting, but you need to open your mouth right now,” Alexander orders, and I shake my head no.
“You need to move your mind to something else. I want you to imagine a field with emerald grass. There is a river flowing with ice-cold water. You walk over to the river, and take a drink of ice-cold water from it,” Christian instructs.
The pain isn’t as noticeable now. His meditation technique works. My mouth opens wide enough for Alexander, to apply the topic solution, numbing my gums. My arms stay around his neck. He doesn’t seem as angry with me as I thought he would.
Christian keeps me in his lap. “I want to yell at you, but I struggle with it. I will calmly state that you could have ended many existences tonight. You could have ended your own life too. Now, if you will… I would like you, to tell me how your date went, since you broke that rule of mine.”
“I’m really stupid and it was such an immature thing to do. I will never do something that dumb ever again. I’m the worst princess ever, and the worst person for not following simple rules. I’m once again sorry, but at least the button works.”
The rest of the Enforcers snicker, but Erik is hot. “The rest of the guys may find it amusing. I don’t find it amusing! I find it incredibly selfish of you!”
“I deserve, to know the details of your date,” Christian asks me again.
“I will proudly say that I didn’t crash my diet. He was incredibly rude, and you didn’t miss much. I’m extremely disappointed, but I wanted to end his life by biting into his jugular vein,” I carefully explained how my date went.
Their faces drop in shock. Christian closes his eyes for a second, but he lets a tiny smirk escape.
“What do you mean by jugular vein?” Zane asks me.
“I wanted to bite his neck the whole time, because he irritated me. I never noticed the jugular vein before, and now I can see it pulsating. I guess that’s a bad thing, to want to eat your date?” I answer Zane’s inquiry.
Charlie chuckles at my story. “I had bad dates too. I wanted to bloody end them like that too. You’re not the only one, who wanted to take a life. The good news, Princess is that you found restraint, and I find that fascinating. This bird is bloody right! She won’t be able, to date mortal men. They will say the wrong thing to her, and then they will die,” Charlie pats my head and laughs.
The rest of the Enforcers start to laugh with Charlie. Christian pulls me closer to him. I have no desire, to date another human after that fiasco. “I think I would rather pick a blood diet over a food diet any day. The grease dripping from his burger made me really sick.”
Christian laughs and shakes his head. I lean my head on his chest. Christian picks me up. “I will make sure Leo installs more cameras, to keep you inside. You will never do this again!”
I drift away into his ultramarine eyes, and lean in to kiss his firm cheek. “I’m sorry for doing something so completely stupid. I promise to never do that again.”
Christian places me down and keeps me close to him. He stares into my eyes for the longest time. “I want to wish you goodnight. I will check in on you later. We have a very important meeting Monday night.” Christian caresses my cheek with the back of his hand. I can tell in his eyes that he still wants me. I wait for him, to make the first move, but he pulls my snowy hat off, and then he kisses my forehead. He left me standing there alone. The disappointment overwhelms me.
I shower, change into my nightgown, and climb into bed. I thank my lucky stars that he saved me again. Now, I know what a cat with nine lives feels like. If that’s true, then I’m blowing through all of them. My iPod blasts in my ears and eventually, I fell asleep to it.
Someone shakes me violently. I wake up and see Sam standing by my bed. “I think you’re running late.”
I jump out of bed, and quickly remove my iPod. Sam wears an ivory tank with blood red basketball shorts. He also wears a blood red beanie with charcoal letters saying “BIB.” on it. This could only mean one thing. I placed their existences in jeopardy last night, and even woke up late. Sam starts to count, and it’s time to hurry. This will be the roughest training day by far. Sam hands me my tennis shoes.
~~~***~~~
I sit down at the table, but he continues to count. To make up time, I’m practically inhaling my breakfast. He motions for me, to follow him outside. It is time to complete the obstacle course from hell. This time three volunteers watch me from different angles. Erik makes sure that if I miss a time trial, I redo the course.
I have firewood, to lift ten times from one pile to the next. Erik also makes sure I crawl underneath the barbwire. If I don’t make time, Erik orders me to retake that course. Ian isn’t happy with me either.
“Get your ass over that wall! You owe me for last night and you need to use your fucking head next time! You could have killed all of us last night!” Ian yells at me, to climb over the brick wall.
The constant screaming from the men won’t break me down.
“Is that how you show me fucking respect? You’re fucking ignoring our rules! How dare you!” Leo pops off a few screams at me too.
At the end of the twelve hours, Louie rinses me off with a water hose. They won’t allow me, to enter the castle a muddy mess. I untie my hair and pull my shirt off, to wash the rest of the mud off me.
“Oh, you want to wash yourself off like a common whore—do you?” Erik caught me and yells.
He won’t even allow me to explain. “I will add things, to your list today, since you have this need to bear your chest! You will wash all the vehicles tonight in nothing, but your swimsuit!” Erik yells at me.
Louie frowns at me. “I’m sorry Princess, but you pushed his buttons. Good luck, sweetheart.”
“He isn’t serious—is he?”
“I’m sorry, but he’s fucking dead serious,” Louie answers as he hands me a towel.
Erik returns with a bikini, keys, soap, and a bucket. “You will clean out all vehicles. I suggest you start right away. There won’t be one ding, or dent on any of the vehicles,” Erik orders me.
I only expect twelve sets of keys. Instead, he hands me forty-eight sets of keys. The thought of cleaning their vehicles doesn’t make me incredibly happy. Tommy pulls car after car in a single file line. I stand in front of a large garage. After changing my clothes in my bedroom, I eat a late dinner, and I walk outside in a pair of shorts. I yank off the shirt, and fill up the bucket with water and soap. Tommy shakes his head, and he hands me twelve sets of trash bags. One of the trash bags is for their important stuff, and the other trash bag is for their garbage. The men allow me, to wear a pair of long yellow rubber gloves, to clean out their vehicles.
Tommy pulls the first four up. There’s a Smart Car with bumper stickers. The next is a slate Porsche, BMW, and a Hummer.
Tommy winks at me. “You might need to keep the gloves on.”
The first set of vehicles has minimal trash. I throw away old bottles of blood instantly. Erik makes sure, to repeat his explicit rules. He wants me to clean out underneath the seats and between the seats. I found bras, thongs, and ripped dresses. The grossest part is finding used condoms. I try hard not to puke a few times. I’m so thankful for the rubber gloves. To my surprise, there aren’t any dead animals or anything like that. I expect to find a dead body, but I found nothing of that sort. I found a collection of used thongs.
The first four vehicles belong to Ian. He has used condoms inside his seats. After cleaning the insides of his vehicles, the gloves are off. Luckily, my iPod motivates me. I scrub Ian’s vehicles down. The first two hours gave me six clean vehicles. Five of the Enforcers make sure nothing happens to their babies.
The next set of vehicles belongs to Zane. He had a few ripped thongs, but nothing foul in his vehicles.
Louie watches me clean out his vehicles. He has the cleanest set of vehicles. There are no used condoms or anything gross. The most he has is a stray piece of paper in his seat.
I blow him a kiss. “Thank you,” I whisper to him.
He smiles and winks back at me. Brennan and Brannon also have clean cars. All eight of their vehicles are now clean. The expensive cars roll out of the garage.
Tommy has one of the nastiest vehicles, and here I thought he was a Christian vampire. I pull out used condoms from his truck, Hummer, Porsche, and BMW. He has white stains all over his leather seats. I manage to keep it together, by spraying air freshener in his vehicles. Tommy keeps apologizing to me for the nasty state his vehicles are in right now. My anger reaches an all-time high at this point. I scrub the dirt off his vehicles and curse him under my breath.
I thought Leo and Sam's vehicles would be the worst. The only things they have are empty bottles and thongs. There are bras in their vehicles that fit in the small cup category. They have equal tastes in women. They date women with no ass and hardly any tits. I want to ask Leo a simple question.
The Enforcers pick on him. “Are you sure you’re asking for her age?”
Leo flips his hair back. “I have a particular taste in women. I always make sure they are legal.”
I shake my head at him in disgust, and continue to clean out Charlie's vehicles next. Charlie and Christian are out for the moment. There are bras and panties of all sizes. Charlie prefers the no ass girls too. The boobs have to depend on his mood. He has small cups all the way up to extra-large cups resting in his seats. The hips stay the same. My mouth remains shut, when it comes to Charlie’s taste in women. Erik struts outside with a bottle of blood, and he quickly takes his seat.
We are at the six-hour mark cleaning out their vehicles. Erik believes he has the cleanest set of cars. “You won’t find a crumb in any of my vehicles, Princess.”
Tommy pulls Erik's cars up. He has a Lamborghini, Porsche, Hummer, and a slate Corvette. His cars have to be the worst of the worst. I jerk out used condoms full of his shit. There are rags with blood on them. I’m not talking about the rags you wipe things down. I’m talking about nasty women, who are unable to make it to the garbage can. There are used tampons in his cars. That’s when my stomach lunges forward. I have to vomit in a trashcan a few times.
I can hear Leo laughing hysterically. “At least she never vomited, after she cleaned out our vehicles! What the hell, do you have in there Erik?” Leo asks.
Erik glances inside his trash bag. “Oh… I forgot about that. I’m sorry, Jeannie,” Erik apologizes.
I’m hot and start yelling at him, “You need to find some normal fucking women! You know… the type, who knows how to use a fucking trash can!”
Sam laughs, “Hey Erik! I will call you ‘Erik the Red,’ you weren’t thirsty—were you?” Sam teases him.
My vomit slows down, and I continue to wash all his vehicles. The mud and dirt are off his vehicles. I stare at the wax job on his vehicles. I turn around to see Tommy pull up the next set of vehicles. “Hottwin2” license plates flash on the front grill of his vehicles. I right away realize that the next set belongs to Christian. The trash bags are in each hand. I’m ready to find out what he has. Christian has a Lamborghini, Corvette, Mercedes, and a BMW. Tommy hands me his keys. My iPod turns all the way up, and I went back to work. I brace myself to find used condoms. To my surprise, there are no used condoms or undergarments. I place some important papers in his keep pile. Anything else of importance also remains in the keep pile. There isn’t anything in his vehicles. I climb to the front, and clean underneath his seats. There is nothing there either. I happen to glance at the rear-view mirror in his BMW, only to find a picture of us from my Coronation. This picture is the one with my head resting on his chest. The same theme spreads throughout all his vehicles. There is always a picture of me somewhere in his car. Either he tapes the pictures of us on his dashboard, or I’m dangling underneath his rear-view mirror. I realize that he really likes me more, than what I originally thought. The insides of his vehicles are now clean. I even wash off the dirt, which is minimal on the outside of his vehicles.
Alexander is “hottwin1” and I hate cleaning his out. Erik and Alexander are dead even when it comes to extra-large used condoms. Alexander also has torn articles of clothing in his cars. Thankfully, Alexander picks out the normal women. Eight hours later, all the cars are clean. I crumble on the ground for a minute.
Erik points at another car. “You still have one more car to clean.”
I want to say something nasty to him. My eyes glance over at the license plate, “Vampprincess1.” The Enforcers snicker at me. They are either drinking out of their matching mugs—or bottles.
I freak out. “Are you fucking serious?”
Erik slowly takes another sip from his bottle and smirks at me.
Leo stands in front of me. “You forgot about your birthday present. We want to introduce you to your car.”
“You can’t be fucking serious? This is insane!” I scream out with my hands covering my face.
Leo hands me my old laptop and snickers. “I need to warn you that we had to peek at your computer. It tells your secrets quite well!” Leo teases.
I stare at my old laptop for a minute. The men wait for my expression to hit. I realize what they are hinting towards, and now they know all my dark secrets.
My face instantly turns blood red. “Oh, fuck no! Oh, shit! I’m so fucking dead!”
The Enforcers start to laugh hysterically at me. They pulled a great prank on me this time. My car isn’t the crappy old grey car anymore. My dream car sits right in front of me and it’s a 2013 Mustang. This isn’t just any Mustang. This is a brand new Shelby sitting in front of me, and it’s perfectly customized to what I want.
My hands continue to cover my face in shock over the car and the laptop. “Did Christian see everything? When I mean everything, did he see my wallpaper? Please, say no.”
Erik with the rest of the Enforcers laughs hysterically again. Thankfully, Alexander, Charlie, and Christian aren’t here. Louie squats down in front of me, and he play punches me. “We honestly tried to convince him that it wasn’t him. I knew it wasn’t him, but he still believes it’s him.”
My face turns even redder. “I need to say this in my defense that I had no fucking clue! That is what I get for forgetting, to trash my wallpaper—or screen savers!”
“I know the truth, but it does bear an uncanny resemblance to him. We double-checked the dates to make sure. We know you’re telling the truth Princess, but it’s unusual to see pictures of a naked Christian look-alike,” Louie explains and I want to hide out. He holds out his hands, to help me up. My old laptop rests on the ground. I walk over to my Mustang and sit in the driver's seat. I instantly fall in love with it. My grandfather bought me a car with a manual transmission.
Leo points above my head. “The buttons are for both the castle, and your grandfather’s place. The green represents us, and blue represents your grandfather. You have a red button for us, if you’re ever in trouble. Your car has a video phone, GPS, and an iPod docking station built in it,” Leo explains.
The waves of passion hit me hard, and I instantly realize that Christian is home. “Erik, I need my shirt now.” Erik throws a pale shirt at me. This shirt feels incredibly tight on me.
“I want a copy of Christian and me right here, if that’s okay?” I ask Louie, and he nods his head. Christian closes in, and I exhale him slowly. His thick lust grips my soul hard. I can feel him inside of me.
Louie returns and he quickly places a picture of us right by my speedometer. He grins and takes my old laptop from me. “I will leave this on your bed.”
Leo starts to explain, “Your seats are leather, but they are climate controlled—”
Christian interrupts Leo, “I wish you would have waited for me to show her.”
Leo backs away, since Christian instantly turns protective of me.
Christian points at the ceiling. “The yellow button is for the garage. I will enter the other side. We need to go for a little drive.” He slides in the passenger’s seat.
Leo also adds, “The only thing your car doesn’t do is make coffee. Your car starts up with a push of a button. There’s also a red button on your key chain. The red button is a distress call for us. You have the purple button that starts the engine. Your car will automatically detect, if it’s cold or hot outside. It will also adjust the temperature for you.” Leo closes my door.
Christian leans over me with his musky scent. “You need to buckle up, Princess.” He pulls my seat belt over me and locks it. After I adjust my seat, he instructs me, “I want you to drive out.”
Christian presses the green button above my head as soon as we reach the gates. The gates automatically swing open. “You need to take a left,” and he continues to talk, “I had no idea you knew how to drive manual.”
“My dad taught me how to drive manual a couple of years ago. That’s also the price you pay for living on a farm,” I inform him without stumbling for the right words.
“I believe you should know that there is no speed limit. You might want to speed up a little bit,” Christian informs me, while he readjusts his seat.
I continue to shift gears. I notice the turbo, but he places his hand over the turbo. “You will never drive that fast.”
I keep my eyes focused on the road and finally sped up with the traffic. Christian starts to toy with my stereo. He finds a station that he likes, and he leaves it on soft rock. He even toys with my GPS. “I am plugging in our home, and I am also plugging in Saber’s home. This keeps you from losing you way back to me.”
That remark sends shivers down my spine. He continues to give me directions to downtown Meropis. Christian points everything out to me. “That store belongs to Sean Fierce, and I own his building. There is Empire, my nightclub, and I own most of the businesses here. You were at one of my restaurants the other night. The vampires saw you enter with Paul. You never told me, how your date with him went.”
“I thought I already told you, Christian.”
“Did you kiss him?”
I plummet from happiness to anger in seconds. He directs me to drive to a pier. He makes me so upset by this point. I park my car at the first empty spot, and immediately pull the keys out of the ignition. I exit my car and immediately run from him, but he knocks me down on the ground.
“You can get off of me, Christian!”
He pinned my arms down. “You were about, to fucking run from me! You love breaking all my fucking rules!”
“I wasn’t running from you, and I’m pissed off at you!” I yell back at him.
Christian frees my arms, but I still try to push him off me. He starts to laugh, and he makes me even angrier with him. He’s wearing an ivory shirt with a pair of khaki carpenter shorts. He pulls my arms down again. “Do you always have to be this damn difficult?” Christian still makes me angry, but he picks me up. There are other supernatural creatures walking by, staring at us. He pulls me close to him. “I asked you a simple question, and you lost your temper. I never knew I could push your buttons so fucking easily!” He yells at me, but he lets me go. I try to walk away from him, but he quickly moves right in front of me. “Why are you not answering my fucking question?”
I stare into his ultramarine eyes. “I think you’re rude! You don’t deserve a fucking answer!” I shout at him.
His lips twitch. “I clearly deserve my fucking answer! You left me for Paul! What answer, do you think I deserve?” he continues to yell at me.
I stop walking away from him, and my anger turns into tears. I focus on the ground. “I did what you want me to fucking do! You want me to stay mortal! I want you to see what life is like for me—without you in it!”
Christian never expects me to answer him that way. He holds me close to his chest, and he leans in to kiss my cheek. “I never want to see you with anyone else. You proved your point and you win, Jeannie. I will never allow any man, mortal, or even another vampire, date you. I need you, Jeannie. I am trying so hard, to stay away from you, but I struggle with this every single day. This is not easy for me either. I want you so fucking bad.”
I stare into his beautiful eyes in tears. “I swear I never did anything with that pig! I’m sorry for that, and I regret it horribly. But, I never kissed him.”
Christian smiles at me, and he dries my tears with his fingers. “This is exactly, what I was hoping to hear. Now that we are clearing out the bullshit, we can move forward together. I made a wrong decision for you. I never want to find out what it feels like, not to have you in my existence.”
My favorite Enforcer puts a smile on my face, and I kiss his cheek softly. Christian takes the keys from me and he leans in, kissing my cheek in return. The butterflies fill my stomach with anticipation. Any minute, he will give me my first kiss on the lips. He takes my hand in his, and we are walking beside each other as lovers do.
“One of my businesses did catch fire. We caught the guy, who was responsible for the heinous act,” he tells me about his day.
He drops my hand, and he pulls me closer. He wraps his muscular arm around my shoulders. The people smile at us as we walk by. He escorts me to the edge of the pier, and sits down on a bench. He pulls me between his legs by my hips. I allow him to wrap his arms around me. The midnight sky has stars that sparkle like tiny diamonds. The stars are in perfect alignment with each other. He moves his face closer to mine, parting his lips to kiss me, but the rogues interrupt our special moment. He jerks me to the side, and he quickly moves in front of me. I barely heard the crunch, when he growls at them. The five rogues try to stab him.
Christian shreds two of them in half. I help him destroy another, by finding a piece of wood lying on the ground. The piece of wood I found slams inside the rogue's heart—or lack of a heart. He pops all over my ivory shirt. I duck from the instant splatter, to keep the blood from entering my mouth. He finishes the last two off. He looks down and stacks the bodies on top of one another. I even help him carry the body parts. He takes out a lighter and torches the rogues.
Christian escorts me back to my car. “You might want to change in the car. I have a set of fresh clothes waiting for you in the back.”
Christian jerks his shirt off. I love watching his perfect chest in the pale moonlight. He disappears only, to return a few seconds later with a new set of clothes on. He slides in the driver's seat, and pulls the seat back. I slid off my shorts to reveal the crimson bottom to my bikini. He starts to drive my car out of the parking lot.
“I’m so glad the windows are tinted,” I sigh as I continue, to change my clothes.
Christian readjusts my rear-view mirror and my seat. He probably notices the picture on my speedometer, because a sense of joy fills my blood. My top needs changed, because of the leftover entrails. There is a lot of blood on me. My bottoms slid off first and a fresh thong sits in my bag. I quickly slid them over my hips. Without a second thought, I yank off my top.
He lets out a small groan. “I am happy the windows are tinted also.”
The spare bra covers my huge breasts. He never bothers to look at me. His gaze remains on the road in front of us. It disappoints me that he’s not paying attention to my body. There’s another tight shirt in my bag. I pull it over my head and a jet-black pair of shorts slide over my ass. The bloodstained articles of clothing return to the bag. I climb over, to the passenger's seat, while he’s driving a hundred miles an hour.
He shifts the gears. “I think you need to put your seat belt on,” he calmly orders.
My seat belt pulls across my chest and snaps into place.
He gazes at me for a minute. “That date was ruined,” he complains.
My hand moves to his muscular thigh. He gently squeezes my hand in return. “I’m sure there will be other dates in the future, Christian.”
He kisses the palm of my hand, and returns it to his thigh. He presses a button above our heads, to open the gates. He presses the yellow button for his garage. He parks my car next to his. Instead of avoiding my door, he’s already standing there with it open. I don’t have my seat belt off yet. He sticks out his hand for me, and I gladly take it. I watch him reach behind me, to take our bags of clothes. The bags are now in the incinerator burning. I continue to watch him take another pair of keys out, and he unlocks his BMW. He takes out a baseball jersey, and he pulls it over his head. After he closes his trunk, we walk hand in hand inside the castle together.
We make it inside, to notice that the Enforcers are playing poker. They chuckle at me, and they remember my screen saver. The embarrassment floods my face.
He scratches his forehead. “Everyone is off reconnaissance for a while,” he orders. Christian pulls my hair back, and he kisses my neck. Ian nudges Zane, and another one hundred dollar bill goes to Ian.
I follow Christian to my bedroom. He caresses my cheek, and he starts to kiss my neck. I try to kiss his cheek, but he left me in the dust again. The frustration starts, to mount inside of me. I can hear a small chuckle in the distance, and I know he’s teasing me.
My clock informs me of the time. “Fuck it! Who needs sleep now?”
It is four o'clock in the morning. My schedule repeats with another hot shower. I curse out the alarm clock. After the activities from last night, I yawn all the way to the dining hall. Sophia serves me my hearty breakfast.
Sam points at my hair and teases me. “You look rough this morning.”
“I’m asking nicely for a cup of coffee,” I still yawn, and try to stay awake.
Sam whistles for Sophia, and she returns with a cup of coffee a few minutes later. I drink the lovely brew slowly and relish the flavor. The adrenaline takes over. The workout keeps me alert, but it is tough. The twelve hours fly quickly, but there’s a short charcoal minidress, waiting for me inside my bedroom. The tight blazer covers my dress. I’m too tired to mess with my hair, so it remains down for tonight. I managed to grab my new laptop. There’s a box of pearl earrings too. I hop out of the room, trying to put on each heel.
I make it to the foyer in record time. Christian stands straight in his business attire. Alexander nods over to his brother and Christian turns around, raising an eyebrow. I’m too tired, to argue with him. Sophia hands me another cup of coffee, to keep me alert. I walk outside and slip inside the limo.
He enters from the other side. “Are you feeling okay, Jeannie?”
“I’m perfectly fine and awake.”
“Do you have to wear that?”
I glance at my outfit. “I think my outfit is okay. What’s wrong with it?”
Christian kisses my forehead. “How long do you want to keep it on?” he whispers to me.
Christian sits back and he grins at me. He’s rubbing his hand up and down my thigh. Tonight, he’s wearing a pair of diamond cufflinks, and his Rolex rests on his wrist. We pull into the parking lot. I lean over him, and tease him in return. “If you want it, you can always come and get it, but you will have to play hooky though.”
Christian lets out a small rumble in his chest. I step out of the limousine before he does, to make sure he follows my every move. I deliberately saunter sexually in front of him. He places his hand on my waist, and opens the doors for me. The nice secretary greets both of us now. I make it inside the elevator in one piece.
He stands in front of me, and he pins my arms to his hips. “There will come a day, when I will take it. You in return, will beg me to stop from the intense pleasure,” he whispers seductively in my ear.
He moves my hair back, and he nibbles on my ear. The tingles are shooting in my spine. He chuckles knowing exactly, what he’s doing to me. I notice that we are about to play a little game.
We stop on the twentieth floor bell. I strut my stuff in front of him to taunt him. There’s a large surge of lust coursing through my veins. He remains a perfect gentleman, by holding the door open for me. I take my spot next to Paul, but he stares at me with disgust in his eyes. The laptops plug into the sockets. The meeting seems to last forever tonight.
“I can’t believe you’re one of them! No man will ever want you now!” Paul whispers to me. The vampires in the room are overwhelming. That was not the proper thing to say to me.
My attention turns to him, and I smile wickedly at him. I make it a point to show my teeth. He twists his face at me. “You’re fucking gross, and you have fangs!”
He instantly pisses Christian off.
“You might want to watch, what you say to me,” I warn him.
“That is the second time, you told me that. I should have known that you’re one of them. Do you drink blood also?” he boldly whispers back.
I try to ignore him, but he laughs at me. “The only kids you will make are freak shows!”
Christian heard enough, and with two swift movements, he slams Paul against the table. Christian places his hand over his chin, to make sure he faces me. “I believe you need to watch what you fucking say to her!”
Paul winces in pain. “She’s a fucking freak show! You have to put a fucking paper bag over her head just to fuck her!”
Shelly walks over, and she punches Paul in the stomach. “You’re a fucking moron! I don’t like her, but she deserves better from her own kind than what you’re willing to give!”
Paul groans as Christian slams his head on the table for a second time. Paul fires back. “I told the fucking truth! She will never make it in my world! No man is stupid enough, to make it past those hideous fangs of hers!”
I’ve heard enough, and I move my laptop to the side. Christian makes sure he looks at my face. I grab Paul’s face. “I should kill you for saying that. I’ve been feeling extra hungry lately. I would love to rip out your precious throat. Idiots like you, make me very hungry. You might even help my fangs come out to play. Thanks for being such an asshole! I will gladly take a vampire, over a pathetic excuse of a human being you are. There’s nothing remotely human about you. You’re more of a monster, than the rest of us will ever be. Please, don’t worry about me; I have no intentions on fucking your kind. You’re just another disgusting pig.”
Christian slams him against the wall then he escorts Paul off his property. In five minutes, Tracy hired a vampire assistant. “I will never go against my own kind ever again. I thought Paul was different. I was obviously wrong.”
Christian takes his seat, and he madly types away on his computer. Suddenly, my messenger blinks. I view his message, to find a sweet one from him.
Hottwin2: You may call me stupid. I find you sexy, and I had no idea what you went through. Nobody will ever insult, my Princess ever again!
The sentiment is endearing, and so I quickly type him back.
Vampprincess1: I never dated anyone. I had to deal with Paul's type all my life, and I’m used to it now. I appreciate the chivalry.
I click send and a small chuckle escapes Christian. He types me, after he receives my message.
Hottwin2: Would you like me, to take you out tonight?
I have no idea how to answer his question. I watch another person give a presentation about his current hotels. I found the courage and typed him.
Vampprincess1: I will go out with you as long as you pay.
A small giggle left my throat, after I press send. Christian stares at me with his perfect ultramarine eyes, and they are sparkling at me.
Hottwin2: I know you are joking, but I always pay anyway. What will you do for me in return?
Vampprincess1: I charge by the hour. What do you want me to do to you?
Hottwin2: I thought I would hike up your dress. Moreover, massage what is between your thighs. I may even use my tongue a few times too. You can also return the favor if you like. I would love to end that beautiful virgin mouth of yours.
He causes me to blush with his sexual innuendos. My hair isn’t the only thing that’s red.
Vampprincess1: Oh, you’re a naughty man! I only play with boyfriends though.
Hottwin2: I already thought that I was your boyfriend. Did you change your mind?
This is the first time he ever considered us an item. I blush again and type another response to him.
Vampprincess1: You never officially asked me, and you’re assuming that we are an item.
Christian gives his presentation to the board, as he stares at me. He finishes his presentation, and returns to his seat. I wait for him, to type another response. I pull his spreadsheets together, and my messenger flashes again.
Hottwin2: Pardon me for assuming. Do you want to be my girlfriend? Check yes or no at the box. I am patiently waiting for your answer.
Shelly turns around to Christian, and drops him a little note. She makes her move. “We can discuss things in private, Chris,” she seductively whispers to him.
Christian gazes over at me. “I will have to let you know later. I am trying to figure out, if the woman I have interest in, will give me a response back,” he whispers back.
I’m not happy, and I surely don’t want another night like the one from over the weekend to happen again. I quickly type a response to him.
Vampprincess1: I want you Christian. The jealousy move is tacky. I give you a big hell yes to that check mark!
Christian clears his throat to Shelly. “I am sure you are a wonderful vampire, but I promised my girlfriend, I would take her out this evening.”
I grin at my new boyfriend. The meeting talks about their new acquisition in Greece. I watch Christian beam with pride as he discusses it. The two-hour meeting adjourns for the evening. Shelly waits for Christian, to finish his conversation with another vampire. He finishes talking to him after five minutes, and then he turns his attention to Shelly.
“I’m always available, if you ever change your mind, Christian. I can fulfill your needs as a vampire,” she seductively whispers to him.
She makes me upset, especially with how she stares directly at me, and she purposely leans in on my boyfriend.
Christian takes a step backwards. “Like I said before, I am sure you are a wonderful vampire, but I already met someone, who I want.”
Shelly hands her business card to him and walks out. He flicks her card on the table and leaves it there.
Christian and I put our laptops away. It is hard to ignore him, when his eyes are boring into the back of my head. He steps in behind me, and he wraps those muscular arms around my waist. “I meant every single word of it too. Shall we go on our date now?”
I lean back and inhale his musky cologne. I tilt my head to kiss his cheek softly. I try not to leave a lipstick mark on his cheek. We walk hand in hand, out of his building together. He aids me inside the limousine. The laptops drop to the floorboard. Without a second thought, he moves me to his lap. My boyfriend with the back of his hand caresses my cheek. He rubs his thumb over my bottom lip. Christian leans in to kiss me, but my cell phone halts our precious moment.
“I’m sorry Chris, but this is Saber.”
Christian slinks back in his seat, and allows me to talk to my grandfather. “Hi and what can I do for you this evening?”
Saber laughs joyfully. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything important. I know you have been working hard for Chris lately. I wanted to check in on you, to see if everything is going okay?”
My hand rests on his cheek. “Everything is fine, and you couldn’t have called at a more perfect time. Is there anything else, I can do for you?”
“I want to plan a shopping trip for you. You desperately need a new wardrobe. May I arrange for you to shop at Fierce Apparel in about two weeks? I want to buy a new wardrobe for you. Sean has a decent wardrobe for you in mind. Also, it gives your dear old grandfather, another excuse to spend tons of money on his one and only granddaughter.”
“I don’t know what to say, but I guess it would be okay.”
“Is Chris, around you?”
“He’s sitting, right next to me.”
“Good! Put him on the phone for me, please.”
I hand Chris my phone. “Grandpa wants to have a word with you.”
Christian takes my phone nervously. He starts a conversation with him, but he continues to stroke my cheek with the back of his hand, and he answers all his questions. “That is fine with me. I have to check my schedule, but in two weeks that should be okay. I will make sure she suffers at the hands of Sean. I am in agreement with you that she needs to get out every now and then. I am taking her out right now. That is okay too, and I will tell her for you, goodnight Saber.”
Christian hands me the phone. “Saber told me, to remind you that he will have a limousine ready for your makeover in two weeks. He also wants me, to inform you that he loves you very much.”
“I love him too,” I bashfully admit.
Christian pulls me even closer to him. I lean my head on his shoulder. We pull into another large dock. There are quite a few boats chained to the dock. He exits the limousine first, and he holds out his hand to me. We walk along the pier, and laugh over the events from tonight. We stroll to the end of the pier and once again, I gaze at the stars above us. The stars are out of hiding. You couldn’t have planned for a more perfect evening. He leaves his expensive coat in the limousine, and I left my blazer in the limousine. Christian points out Virgo to me, the North Star, and he seems to know more constellations than I knew of. He shapes the stars out for me, to see the constellations clearer. That is when he makes his move. He leans down, and he carefully places his lips over mine. I have no idea what to do next. My lips seem to know what they’re doing, even though I have no clue if it’s even right. He moves me closer to him and kisses me deeply. I have, to be dreaming right now. This must be another side effect of his blood. I will wake up in my bed all alone again. I wrap my arms around his neck. He slides his tongue in my mouth, and he entices mine to participate. My tongue rubs his in return. The make out session lasts for a good ten minutes until the sounds of sneers sneak in from behind us.
Christian pauses, and he whips around quickly. There are twenty rogues glaring at us. The rogues ruin my special moment with him. Luckily, my cell phone is with me. I quickly slid the casing off, and the alarm sounds in seconds. He’s extremely grateful that I remembered my cell. His cell remains in the limousine. My heels are off, and I place my phone in his pocket. He steps in front of me. “I will advise you all, to leave at once.”
The rogues laugh at him. “Give us the bitch, and we will let you continue with your existence.”
“Well… since you put it that way.” Chris pulls his hair back in a low ponytail. This will probably be the last time; he ever leaves home without his guns. The pier has backup in five minutes. Chris dismantles six of the rogues. I chuck another heel at one of the rogues, and watch him pop like a water balloon. Chris laughs at my heel throwing skills. They try to lunge after me, which was another mistake. Their two heads pop off their shoulders. It feels like twisting a rubber ball filled with water. Ian saves us, by handing out guns. I shot one of them off Chris. Ian splits two in half. Zane lands for the other ten rogues. He threw a silver bomb at them.
Chris yanks me back in time. We took care of the twenty rogues, with just the four of us.
Ian starts piling the bodies on top of each other. “We had to make sure you’re okay. The others are in a middle of a poker game.”
His mood turns south, and he’s upset. When we return to the limousine, he pulls out his cell, and he quickly dials a bunch of numbers. He yells in a different language. I wait until he finishes, and remain patient next to him. He returns to kissing my lips softly. We make it home, after another short make out session. Every single part of my body responds, to his tender touch. My body yearns for more attention from him. The lioness wants to pounce, but I have to tame her for now. He’s about to go on a warpath, and everyone in it will receive his riot act. For the first time, I didn’t cause his temper to flare. I actually have a boyfriend now. He gave me my first official kiss. I check the date, and it is September the seventeenth. He’s my first real boyfriend. I feel extremely giddy for this moment. My boyfriend directs me, to return to my bedroom. After taking a shower, and a change of clothes, I wrote on my calendar our first official date. I also wrote that Chris is mine on this date. I record the important date, and drift off to sleep.
~~~***~~~
The nightmares commence, but this time I dream of Shelly and Tracy burning me, or hurting the little girl who has no name. I wake up again with cold sweats, and the nightmares feel so real.
Chris knocks on my door. “Are you okay?”
I gasp for air and allow him, to enter my bedroom. The fear never fades away.
Christian takes out a washcloth, and he returns to my bedside. “You are having a lot of nightmares lately. What could be causing them?”
“That stupid Bill 203 gives me the most nightmares. The players change, but it still has the same ending. I’m the one, who is either staked, or burned alive. I’m sorry, but that’s what my nightmares are usually about,” I explain as I take a cup of water from him.
“You should realize that I will never allow anything to happen to you. There is something about you, drawing me in. I need you too much. I want to keep you always with me. I do not understand why you are still having these nightmares,” he kisses my forehead.
“I believe that as long as Reno is out there, I will always have these nightmares. You’re not doing anything wrong, to cause my nightmares,” I confide in him.
“Move over and I will lay beside you. I want to see if it stops, when I am close to you.”
I scoot over and watch him take off his shirt. My hormones intensify, and they are bouncing all over the place. We entangle are arms together. My thoughts speak loud and clear that this is not real. It surprises me that someone like him actually has interest in someone like me. I give him a kiss goodnight, and he reciprocates. My body is anxious for more affection. I yearn for him to take me right here and now, but I’m sure he wants to take things slow. I will eventually have to ask him what his intentions are, soon.
~~~***~~~
The dream appears familiar to me again. I remain in the emerald field full of wildflowers. The little girl walks over to me, and she hands me an ivory feather. My head cocks to the side, and stares at her strangely. I try to figure out, what this feather symbolizes.
“That’s my name,” she explains. She giggles, and then she disappears. I hate the vague clues she gives me.
~~~***~~~
The sound of the alarm clock awakens me. There are a dozen ruby roses sitting on my desk. I read the card. “I would love to watch you sleep, but I had an emergency meeting this morning. I will see you later, Chris.”
My heart swells, to the size of a hot air balloon. There’s nothing that can kill my mood. I shower and change into my workout clothes. I have to finish the week out with Sam. The workouts will remain inside the gym.
“I overheard someone say that Chris and you are an item now, is that true?” Sam cocks his head, and asks me.
I try to ignore him, but he repeats the question to me.
“Why do you even care? I’m not trying to sound mean, but what does my personal life have anything to do with you?” I snap at him.
Sam doesn’t appear happy, after he receives a tongue-lashing from me.
A few hours later, Christian walks in, and he presses the emergency stop button on my treadmill, leaning in to kiss me. “I am sorry for not watching you sleep this morning. There was an emergency meeting that I needed to handle.”
Sam rolls his eyes, and he leans back in his chair.
I toy with Christian’s tie. “I understand, and I won’t hold it against you.”
“I have to alter your training schedule right now. We have an emergency meeting, and you have to come with me. Sophia is packing your bags as we speak. We have to leave, and visit my homeland,” Christian startles me with an unexpected trip.
“This is my time to train her!” Sam argues back.
Christian stands toe to toe with Sam. “You will still train her, but you will train her in Greece.”
Sam cowers to Christian, and he nods his head. Sam left the gym in a hurry, because he has to pack his bags. He complains about it, but he’s also talking on his cell phone with his girlfriend.
My bags sit by the door along with Christian’s suitcases. I also notice that our laptops are ready to go. Alexander’s bags are packed, along with his laptop. A few other men are also joining us. Ian, Charlie, Leo, and Zane have their luggage ready to go. The men roll out gray cases. They quickly, load the Hummers down.
Christian and I sit next to each other, with his hand resting over mine. Our relationship doesn’t surprise Alexander. My guess is that nobody really argues with Christian. We cruise to the other side of the island and there’s a small landing strip. A private jet waits on standby. This isn’t a small plane. Ian and Zane move our luggage inside for us. Christian escorts me inside, and his plane astounds me. I’ve never seen such a gorgeous plane in person. I notice a huge sectional that can easily sit all of us comfortably. The other side of the plane has a built-in kitchen with a wrap-around bar. A set of wine glasses are hanging upside down from the top of the bar. He gestures for me, to sit down on the sectional. Christian moves to the cockpit and gives the pilots elicit instructions.
Alexander sits on the other side. “I want to say that you have my approval to date Christian. Not like, you need it anyway. His last girlfriend was a complete bitch.”
Ian, Zane, Leo, Sam, and Charlie sit on the sectional. The pilots push the button and make the steps retract. I have never been on a plane before. Christian returns and he sits behind me, to hold me in his arms. Ian nudges Zane and points out my new relationship with Christian. I lean back on Christian, and he softly kisses my cheek.
“Pop goes the weasel,” Ian whispers a little tune underneath his breath.
Zane snickers at Ian. “Dude, that’s so fucking wrong!”
Christian mashes his lips against mine in front of everyone. He has no qualms about showing off our new relationship in front of others. He never cares who watches us. If he’s going to kiss me, he will do it anyway. I learn to relax with him. Christian wears a pair of khaki shorts, sandals, with a charcoal tank. My gym clothes remain on.
After the plane stabilizes in the air, Christian kisses my cheek. “If you follow the hallway, all the way to the end, you will find my bedroom. On my bed is a dress waiting for you and a pair of shoes. You can take a shower in my bathroom,” he whispers softly in my ear.
I press my lips against his one more time, and then left his side for his bedroom. The door closes behind me. Exactly as he described, there’s a charcoal dress bag sitting on his bed with a pair of shoes. I yank off my clothes to take a shower. There is a lot of gold in one bathroom. The shower doors are all glass. This is ballsy of him, to have see-through glass doors for his shower. I finish showering for a second time today, but this shower only lasts for ten minutes. My blow dryer waits for me along with my toiletries. I quickly strap on the undergarments, and the thong still feels incredibly uncomfortable. Another expensive dress lifts over my head. He bought me a very cute canary strapless dress.
Christian knocks on the door and enters. “Do you need help?”
I walk backwards to him and he pulls my zipper up. He flips my hair forward, and kisses the back of my neck. My body has an infestation of goose bumps. I can feel my body crying out for his attention. He places a heart shaped necklace around my neck, and he snaps a heart shaped bracelet around my wrist. I delightfully show him my appreciation for the expensive jewelry. My lips refuse to let up this time. He has the same problem with impulse control as me. We want each other badly. Before I knew it, I’m lying on the bed, making out with him. I’m the bad girl, who I want to be. I help him out of his tank, and instantly go to work on his perfect Greek body.
He’s the one who stops us. “Jeannie we need, to put the brakes on. We are going way too fast.”
He pulls off me, and he yanks his tank back over his head. “I want this as badly as you do, but I still feel like I am cheating you out of a great life.” Not only does he apply the brakes, but he also slams us against the wall, making my body crumble.
“Please stop doing that to me! I don’t feel like you’re cheating me out of anything at all! I want you and only you! Please, stop ruining this moment for me.”
“We need to have this discussion right now. I believe we should take things slow, and see what happens. We are working solely on lust, and not love right now. I feel that our bond is a huge part of this. We need to take our time, to get to know each other more, and not rush into things that we both may regret, later on.”
“Do you honestly believe it’s the bond causing this?”
“I am pretty sure this is what it is. We barely know each other. We will start this relationship slow, and if it blossoms—it blossoms. We have to move slowly. I will admit that you are an excellent kisser, and I have never had anyone kiss me like that since—”
I finish his thought for him, “I’m going to guess, and say since your actual wife.”
“How did you know, I was married at one time?” His eyes widen.
“A huge birdie told me that you were married, and you also had children,” I inform him.
I thought he would be angry, but instead he pulls me back on the pillows with him, and he holds my hand. “Please, do not be angry with me, but at one time, in my mortal years, I was married to my childhood sweetheart. We had eight children together. Under normal circumstances, she would have married an older man, but since I was royalty and so was she, the rules did not apply to us. I fell in love with her, from the moment my eyes were set on her. We grew up in a little village in Greece that no longer exists. The name of our city was, Abila. This was over two thousand years ago.”
I knew he’s up there in age, but I had no clue. He toys with my bottom lip with his. “Everyone always asks my brother and me this, but we never met Jesus. I love it, when girls want to insult us that way.”
“That question never popped up in my mind,” I respond, and my face drops as I quickly change the subject, “how will we handle the sun?”
He moves out of bed, and he returns with a bottle of pills in his hand. “You will need, to take these. This is better, and more reliable than those smelly lotions you were using. This will not cause any foul scents for you. We will have, to remain underground. Ian and Zane are entering a partnership together, so they will have many things going on. This is our place hidden underground. We are still able, to maintain business without the sun bothering us. We obviously will never be able, to walk in the sun—unlike you.”
I shake the bottle of pills. “How long will these last?”
“Those pills will last all day. You have to remember, to take a pill at least once a day.”
I kiss his cheek. “Why not give this to me as an injection?”
“We are developing that, but I do not trust injections right now. Something strange happens, when we try injections. But, the pills do work. Now, please take one.”
I open the bottle of pills and quickly ingest one.
He kisses my lips tenderly. “I have to warn you in advance that Ian runs his business where we are going. You have to promise me that you will not be upset.”
Ian leads the porn industry for all supernatural creatures. I maintain a look of bewilderment. “How much of his business is down there?”
He flips his hair back and runs his hand through it. “I would say nearly all of it.”
Before they drift off to sleep, I cover all of them, and pull the shades down. They warned me that they would be asleep, if the sun is out. The only way the sun won’t hurt them, is if they make it to the underground cavern.
Luckily, nobody enters the plane while the men sleep. All of them safely hide in the backroom. The time ticks by slowly until it reads six o'clock in the evening. Their bottles of blood are warming up in the microwave.
One by one, I make sure that they are drinking bottles of blood. The youngest vampires always wake up, before the older vampires. Ian is the youngest and Alexander is the oldest.
Ian wakes up first, and he drinks his bottle of blood. “Did anyone attempt to enter the plane?”
My head shakes no, and Ian points at the others. “Help me, wake the others. We need to move underground, so that this never happens again, chick.”
Ian and I work diligently on waking them up.
With a quick kiss to his lips, he wakes up. “I want you to do that more often.”
The Enforcers work together and move the luggage to the new Hummers. We have to take two separate Hummers. Charlie will drive the one that we are in, and Alexander will drive the other. We cruise through Greece, and this place is incredibly beautiful. Not even pictures serve it proper justice. We drove for another hour until we make it inside a hidden tunnel. They close the hidden tunnel off to the public. Charlie presses a button above his head and that’s when the underground trip begins. In the underground tunnels, the air pressure changes drastically. They drove for a few hours and park in an empty spot.
He leans over and smiles. “We are here, Princess.”
Alexander swipes his thumb, and the place springs to life. We walk through a couple of ramps with burgundy carpeting. A few bellhops wait with carts. Alexander speaks to them in a different tongue, and the bellhops nod with understanding. We wait for Alexander, to open a few more doors to the right side. Christian escorts me inside, and it is similar to the castle, but built underground.
Ian takes off his shades, revealing that he has icy-blues. His eyes shock me, because I thought his eyes are brown—or green. Ian smiles for a change. “I love this fucking place! The people will be arriving on the left side soon. I hope you enjoy your stay, Princess.”
I follow Christian to the back bedroom. This bedroom is completely encased in gold with a huge bed sitting in the center of it. There are dressers lined up against the wall in gold with ivory.
He interrupts my thoughts, “You will stay in my bedroom with me. We have business meetings to attend, and I need your help with Hunter Construction. We are recreating our city that we grew up in as kids.”
Christian shows me the blueprints. This is a huge deal to both Alexander and Christian. Charlie also sits on the board. It is humorous that on one side, holds clean business meetings, and the other has porn industry for supernatural creatures.
“You must promise me that whatever you hear, you never cross over to this side. You may hear adult things, and you must promise to keep an open mind—okay?” Ian pops his head in to warn me. I nod yes and Ian disappears, to the other side.
~~~***~~~
My clothes are neatly stacked in the dresser—or hanging up. Christian already puts his away and his clothes are perfectly in a straight line. He sorts his by colors along with his shoes that are underneath his suits. In a distance, there are sounds of a few women talking and laughing in the living room. Leo's voice carries through the hallway. Out of a nosy habit, I peek in. Sam and the other guests arrived. There are beautiful women sitting on their laps giggling.
Christian pulls me back. “I want you to know that these women are Sam and Leo's longtime girlfriends. They came, because they are on vacation.”
A few minutes later, he comes clean, “I will warn you that we believe Reno is here in Greece.”
The anger hits and it causes me to plop down on the bed.
“You need to promise me that you will stay with one of us at all times. I know you will not be able to stay with me all the time, but please remain on your guard,” he warns.
The thought of retribution pops in my head, but I make a promise to him, “While we are here, I promise not to do anything stupid. I also promise to keep one of you with me at all times.”
“That is exactly, what I want to hear.”
I gently kiss his lips. “Thank you for bringing me here.”
He points to the living room. “Would you like to meet their girlfriends?”
“I would love, to meet them,” I enthusiastically answer as I smile at him.
~~~***~~~
We rejoin the others holding hands together. Two of the women notice me and they kneel. I stare at Christian with confusion.
“They are paying their respects to you as our princess. You need to issue the order,” he reminds me.
For the first time, I nervously order, “You may rise, and this is completely unnecessary. I’m not wearing my tiara,” I bashfully respond.
The girls stand up and shift uncomfortably around me until Christian kisses my lips in front of them. They realize that I’m no different from them. My lips won’t peel away from his. Christian stops kissing me, and he gently strokes my cheek. “You need to promise me that you will never do anything rash.”
Leo left the living room with his girlfriend, giggling right behind him. I search for our bathroom to freshen up. After I look inside this bathroom, I have to see the rest of the underground palace. I walk from room to room and familiarize myself with the place. There are twelve rooms, a few business rooms, laundry room, kitchen, bathrooms, and an entertainment room. There is something hard banging against the wall. Reality hits and I make a weird face. Christian entertains the guests in the living room. Leo and his girlfriend are the guilty party members, banging against the wall and moaning loudly. The moans are ongoing, with my appetite quickly disappearing.
Once I look through all the rooms, except the room Leo and his girlfriend are in now, I return to the living room. Sam kisses his girlfriend in front of me, and he’s also loosening up around me.
Another woman enters the underground palace with Charlie. And, she isn’t his daughter. From her age, she could easily pass for another daughter. The woman is tall with angular facial features and flawless deep bronze skin. She has perfect emerald eyes. They exchange a few words with Christian, and she’s dragging a large suitcase behind her.
“This is my girlfriend, Angelica. We have a lot of catching up to do, so I’m sorry if our time is so abrupt.” Charlie answers my thoughts, and he disappears with his girlfriend, to another vacant room.
“There are a lot of girlfriends coming to visit the guys. Apparently, everyone wants, to take a vacation this week,” Christian explains.
“I never met their girlfriends before, I’m actually happy, to know that the guys date,” I confirm, smiling at him.
Christian pulls me to his lap. “Wait until you meet Barbie and she is a real bitch. You will know which one she is too. I hope you always remain this calm. These girls have been in their existences for at least a year or so.”
~~~***~~~
Christian takes out our laptops. We quickly talk about what needs to happen. There are loud moans in the distance. I knew they have relationships, but do they need to be so damn noisy! It is hard, to work through all the intense grunts. The loud squeaking in the distance causes me to giggle.
“Do you want to leave for a while?” Christian asks and he’s annoyed.
My mouth drops, after I hear the squeaker reach an earsplitting high pitch. He punches a few numbers, to free us from the perversity, and we left Hotel Bordello.
I manage to hold it in until we make it to the parking lot. Now, I giggle nervously.
Christian glances over in my direction. “Are you feeling okay?”
“I’m fine, but I never expected to hear THAT!”
My knight wraps his muscular arms around me. “I am sorry that you heard all that, and I think we need to leave for a while.”
We hug each other tightly and he opens the passenger's side of his cherry Lamborghini for me. Christian makes sure I buckle myself in safely. He takes over the driver's side and he sped off in a second. He drove us through town, to show me everything I have been dying to see. He takes me back in time, to a place that holds my constant curiosity.
To my surprise, I name off a few places. My knowledge raises curiosity in his tone. “How do you know so much?”
“I love learning about different places.”
We walk around together holding hands. I point out a few more things and he confirms things to me.
He stares at me strangely. “I know that, but this place is not in the history books. There is no way you should know this place.”
I scratch my head. “I am pretty sure that I have read about this somewhere. I read so much that maybe I just know things.”
“You picked the actual spot where the statue of Athena, use to stand. There is no way you should know that. There is no way, to hear about it either,” he says as he walks around me.
I squat down and scratch my head. “I’m pretty sure that I know, I have either read about it, or heard about it somewhere.”
“I take you at your word. I want you to know that Christian is not my actual name either. I adjusted to the English through the years. Only Erik, Charlie, and Alexander kept their names.”
Christian takes me, to another location.
“That is where the palace used to stand,” I point out.
We walk through Abila and he nods with approval. “You are correct, and now I know you have never heard of this place. Is my brother speaking in your ear—or something?” he teases, and he flips my hair to the side.
You can feel intense energy with the history in the air. We walk over to a part of an old palace. He kneels down, to remember something specific.
I kneel right beside him and touch his face. His eyes close and a few drops of blood left the corners of his eyes. This place meant so much to him. My questions are put on hold, for a later date. The only thing I want to do is hold him, while he sheds a few tears. He’s still grieving his dead wife. After all this time, he’s still in love with her. This doesn’t upset me, or even make me jealous. His tears last a few more minutes, and he clutches me tightly. It is rude to tell someone, to move on with their grief, even if it has been thousands of years. There’s no time limit on grief. That’s highly insensitive and mean to expect people, to get over their grief. It is extremely hard; to deal with the deaths of loved ones.
We tour his old city and he tells me his childhood memories. “This is where my brother and I killed our first deer, and that is why we changed our last names to Hunters. We are both excellent hunters.”
He climbs the trees, and he seems happy to return home. Christian makes me laugh with his childhood stories. We left his hometown and head into the city.
An odd woman scares the shit out of me. She walks over and talks to me in a foreign language. She smiles, laughs, and then she kisses my cheeks.
“We sort of hit a Fertility Festival. She wants to congratulate you for becoming my wife. She blesses us with many children,” he translates what she’s saying to me.
The woman places her hand over my stomach and laughs. I stare at him with a worried look. He shakes his head at me. “She says that you will become pregnant with a girl.”
My eyes fill with dread, and he laughs. “There are always women like her around. They want to be right, but they are usually wrong.”
“She is usually wrong? She’s saying that I will have a girl.”
“She states that your womb is ripe for a girl. This does not mean you will have a girl,” he smiles at me and explains.
The woman does something strange to Christian. She takes his hand and places it over my stomach. She says a few words in his native language. I need to make it my mission, to learn his language. The odd woman places olive leaves on top of our heads and splashes us with olive oil. He laughs at what she says to him. “Okay, she wants us, to have sex tonight. That is clearly not happening; however; she wants us to kiss.”
His charm warms me up, and the fireworks set off in the distance. I kiss him passionately as the sparks fly between us. The crazy woman laughs and hugs us both.
Joy fills his eyes, when he takes me to his favorite spots. Chris hands me food to taste. We even laugh at my terrible throwing skills. In his perfection, he’s flawless at the games, and he even wins a fertility bear.
Christian peers into my eyes with a serious look on his face. “I feel guilty right now. You should be able to tour the city during the day. You should have a man taking you out in the sun. You deserve more than what I can give you.”
My heart skips a few beats. “You already gave me more than what I have ever had in my whole entire life! I want you and only you!”
“You have no idea what you are getting yourself into. I feel like, you will never have a fulfilling life—you deserve.”
“My life is already fulfilling enough, with you in it. I need you Chris, for so much more. Please don’t kill us, before we even start.” I beg him.
He kisses me madly and wraps his muscular arms around me. We rejoin his car, and he makes sure I safely buckle in. He drives through the underground tunnel, and at the end of the tunnel, he parks his car. He types in his numbers, and we enter the long corridors. The moaning echoes throughout the hallway. The left side holds majority of the moans now.
I sheepishly curl next to him. We open the right side and hear the squeaking noises. He holds out his hand, and I follow him to our bedroom. He shuts the door and he locks it behind me. I don’t even know what he wants from me tonight. We stare at each other awkwardly, and he breaks up our awkward moment, by pointing at the bathroom. “You may change if you like.”
My head slowly nods yes. I disappear into his bathroom, and change into my nightwear. I hid in the bathroom for a few extra minutes.
These walls are extremely paper thin. The noise escalates through the bathroom wall, and I can hear Alexander's name echoing loudly this time. Everything is off, but my thong. The silk transparent nightgown clumsily covers my body. It reveals my hard and erect nipples. He will see through my nightgown. This is the one time I could use my robe. There’s nothing in the bathroom that will help me out. There are currently two things going on at once. The loud noises I hear through the paper-thin walls and his blood bond with me. It drags me into a sea of lust. My hair covers my large and erect breasts. I nervously wipe off the remainder of my makeup with a washcloth. The groans escalate, but this isn’t helping my situation. My fangs start to pulsate with pain. He’s lying in our bed with his laptop. He’s not helping matters with his bare chest showing.
He firmly grips the covers over his hips. “I think I should warn you that I am naked, Princess.”
The news flash froze me. “I would never want you, to change anything, because of me. What are you working on?”
Christian hands me my laptop. The blankets cover my breast, to hide my erect nipples. My fangs start acting up again.
“Are you feeling okay, Princess?”
“I don’t understand why my fangs are acting up tonight, especially since there’s no blood in the room.”
He puts his laptop down, and he glances over at me. “Your fangs are a great indicator of many things. Are you still hungry?”
I shook my head no, and he continues to go through the list. “Are you feeling sick?”
My head shakes no again. I focus on his questions, and the pain seems to stop. “I feel much better now, and the pain is subsiding.”
“We need to go over the finances, funding the project. You need to type up the reports and send them off. Make sure that I have everything.”
I quickly type his reports and send them off. He waits until I hit the last save. As soon as I close my laptop, he places mine on top of his.
The fireplace lights up with a remote control. He quickly shuts all the lights off. I start to feel a little disappointed. “I take it that’s my cue to go to bed?”
Christian points at the time. It clearly displays five o'clock in the morning. He pulls me down on the bed, while managing to keep the sheet around him. He kisses my lips, and he allows me, to curl underneath his arm. There’s a soft spot in the mattress next to him, and I slowly drift off to sleep.
The dreams commence, but a new person enters. The laughter from a distance shows the back of a head, with long platinum-blonde hair. She laughs, when he lifts her up in the air. They are wearing matching ivory outfits from their head to their toes.
“I miss you so much, daddy!”
I’m in complete shock, when I instantly recognize that the man is Christian.
“Daddy is extremely sorry for missing out. So, what are you up to, Feather?”
Feather is her name. I feel stupid for not understanding the hint she gave me from a previous dream.
“I told mommy all about you!”
“You never talk about mommy until now. So, where is she?”
“You are silly, daddy! Mommy is standing right over there!” I managed to duck in time.
I wake up from the dream, sweating profusely. Christian is watching sports on the television. He stares at me. “Are you feeling okay, Jeannie?”
My lungs are gasping for air. I casually try to stand up. Instead, I fell to the floor. I quickly crawl to the bathroom, and there’s a cup sitting on the sink. I need to take a few drinks of water, to gather my thoughts.
I stare at the mirror and thought to myself. “Oh, shit! Christian is the father!” I casually reenter the bedroom and climb back into bed.
“Are you feeling okay?” He cocks his head to the side, asking.
To distract myself, I remind myself to take the daytime pills. “I’m sorry, and unfortunately I had another nightmare.”
Christian leans over, and he places his hand behind my neck. He shifts his lips over mine. We make out for a few minutes. As he holds me in his arms, we watch television for an hour. We watch the news, and it helps me fall asleep on his chest.
The dreams start over again. This time, I stand in the middle of an emerald field, and he’s already waiting for me there. “Where were you?”
“I had to get a drink of water. What do you want?”
“I wanted to introduce you to my daughter, Feather, but you left me.”
My eyes focus on Feather, who stands right behind him. “I’m sorry for leaving you.” I apologized.
Our daughter smiles at us, and then she disappears into thin air. She left me alone with him.
The scene changes into a sexual dream.
“You need to make it up to me.”
“How do I need, to make it up to you?”
He gives me an evil grin, and lays out a bleached blanket in the sun. “I can think of a few things, you can do for me right here and now.”
“But, I’m still a virgin,” I shyly explain.
He rapidly unhooks my sandals and lifts my dress above my hips. “I promise to take it nice and slow with you.”
His hands grip my ass tightly. He makes me instantly groan from the intense pleasure. My hands savagely rip off his clothes. His muscles gleam in the sun, with his nipples hard and erect. He shifts my body to the blanket, and he rips my ivory dress in half with his large hands. Christian yanks out each one of my nipples, and he teases them with his lips. He tugs on my nipples with his teeth, and blows on them, to keep them erect. My eyes are rolling to the back of my head, and I loudly moan. My tongue slams in the back of his throat. He firmly jerks my thighs apart. My hands entangle in his platinum-blonde hair roughly. He slams his hips hard over mine. My loud moans continue, to escape my chest.
He stops to tease me. “It will hurt at first, but soon, you will feel incredible pleasure.”
~~~***~~~
Someone shakes me from my pleasurable dream. The real Christian stands in our room. “Now, it is time to wake up beautiful, and you really slept in this time.”
The realization sets in. I check the bed for any evidence of sex. My nightgown remains intact with the disappointment setting in.
He sits on the edge of the bed, with his double-breast suit on. “You need to hurry. We have a meeting in ten minutes. Try to freshen up the best way you can.”
I jump out of bed and take another short shower. He left to join the meeting. I change quickly and try, to make it in time for his meeting. At the last minute, I pick up my laptop. My hair is up in a bun, and my heels somehow fly on my feet. I rush out of the room, and walk in the business meeting within nine minutes. A full vampire replaces Paul. John is the new vampire assistant for Tracy. John remains quiet, and he barely speaks two words to me. Tracy doesn’t seem happy, to see me here. My laptop is ready for the meeting to begin. I shook myself awake a couple of times.
Christian sent me messages about which notes to take. He types me, and he asks if I sent certain things off. I reply to him that the documents are sent off for him this morning. He relaxes after an hour. The economics of his project is what they are speaking about today. He leads the meeting, and he’s extremely sexy, when he directs them. I struggle with fantasies about him. The sex in the distance ends for the meeting. The sounds of hard slapping, moaning, yelping, and squeaking are not a factor today. The meeting finishes with money exchanging hands. I’m relieved, when this meeting ends. The people stick around for ten additional minutes, and then they left. Shelly and Tracy mutually hate my guts. I watch Tracy touch his arm. She peers over at me unhappy, but she left with Shelly. They both left with their pride tucked behind their tails. As soon as they left, I managed to relax.
We exit the boardroom and to my surprise, there are more women sitting on the laps of their boyfriends—laughing at Ian. Everyone congregates in the living room. Alexander has a supermodel perched on his lap. She has an arm around Alexander’s neck, and she laughs at Ian's jokes. This must be the girlfriend, Chris complained about to me. To my dismay, my workout requires my full attention. The fear of becoming fat again—creates anxiety. As I walk in our bedroom, a hand covers my mouth.
Christian scares the shit out of me! His lips mash against mine. “I am waiting for you. Please, hurry up, and change.”
Christian even hands me a pair of shorts with a couple tanks. He’s wearing another one of his tanks. He’s a billionaire, dressing in casual wear. We walk out of the bedroom together. He keeps his hands around my waist. My workout will have to remain on the back burner for a few days. A woman with a prominent nose remains on Alexander's lap. She has shoulder-length platinum-blonde hair. She’s bony and skinny, and she has height with those long legs.
He introduces us, “Jeannie, this is Barbie. You already met Chelsea, Diane, and Angelica.”
We exchange nods with a small part of me dying, to find out who the squeaker is. It has to be either Sam's girlfriend or Charlie’s girlfriend. This really irritates me as I try, to figure out who she is.
Barbie stands up with that prominent nose, overshadowing her face. “It is nice, to finally meet you, Jeannie. I guess you’re Christian's latest flavor of the month.”
The anger courses through my veins, but not from me. My eyes shift in his direction.
“I think I’m his favorite flavor so far.”
His face says it all, and his body closes in on mine with his hands holding me.
“I would love, to continue this inspiring conversation, but I am taking Jeannie out for the evening. Try to keep the volume down when we return,” he sarcastically fires back at Barbie.
He surprises me with his instant sarcasm. Christian shows his evil side for a change, and this makes him even more attractive. We left the group and head outside.
We make it through the vault of sex and he pulls me closer to him. Instead of taking his car, we fly outside the tunnel together. My arms cling tightly to his neck, and we land outside the destinations.
We visit the Parthenon, Delphi, Antic Theater of Epidaurus, Olympus, and Mycenae. He starts to test me with his pop quizzes.
“Whose kingdom did this belong to?”
“This would be Agamemnon's kingdom at one time.”
“You know about him also?”
“Oh, yes! The battle started over a woman, by the name of Helen.”
“You know too much. I am happy that there is at least one woman, I have grown fond of over the last few months. She also appears to know her Greek history. That is how my parents chose my name. I received this name from a person in the Trojan War. Whose name, do you believe I have?”
I thoughtfully remember all the Greek names from the past. “I will guess Achilles, or some form of it.”
He kisses my lips. “Besides my brother, Erik, Charlie, and now you know my real first name. My brother has always kept his name, Alexander. My father loved Achilles. He thought he was only having one boy. He was supposed, to name my older brother, Achilles. Instead, he named him Alexander. The people placed my mom on a pedestal for having twin boys. That was unheard of back then. We were exceptionally lucky to survive. My father placed us both in training. We even became generals, but we were already royalty. I miss my parents every now and then.” Christian informs me of his history. I fall even deeper in love with him.
He starts to tell me the history of Meropis, “The elves, and the fairies love your grandfather, so they gave him a place to stay. They kept the sun away, for all the creatures of the night. That is how Meropis was born. You will never find it on any map, and it will never see the sun. The elves and fairies pitied all the night dwelling supernatural creatures. Meropis keeps the night dwelling supernatural creatures safe. Vampires remain there, except when they have vampires, who breech other countries. The rogues are in the states—or other countries. Countries with high human population—lure vampires. China feeds starving vampires, but vampires love the United States for cultural exchange. That is how we are able to survive this long—and intact.”
We return to the underground palace, hearing more moans. He’s equally irate as I am. We walk through the right side, and the men are watching a movie with their girlfriends, except for Sam and his girlfriend. The sounds of loud squeaking hit an all-time fever pitch high. I struggle with laughing, after I found out that the squeaky woman is Chelsea. It is hard to focus on a black and white movie, while they are having sex.
The gym is right across our bedroom. My workout can no longer be put on hold. After stretching, I chose my first cardio machine. Christian isn’t watching the movie either. He’s in our bedroom talking to important executives. The elliptical is on the highest level, and I set it for two hours. The sweat starts pouring off me, after one hour. My hands rest on top of my head to make sure I refuse to depend on the bar to hold me up. My tank turns into a wet dishrag. I jerk it off me, and set it over the bar. I wear nothing but my sports bra and cotton shorts. My body appears so attractive in the mirror. The new me stares back at the old me and there are no more rolls of flab hanging off me. The first person, to pop in my head is Christian. I dream of wearing sexy lingerie just to entice him. The sex would be earth shattering and mind-blowing. The sensual thoughts entice me, to work out even harder. I daydream of what he looks like naked. My fangs instantly start to throb again.