Fierce King: Chapter 8

It was just before eight pm when I arrived home – just in time for dinner. I made my way to the dining room and wondered if I was going to regret my decision to eat dinner with my new wife, and whether I would regret even more allowing her to choose the meal.

I imagined some pretentious dish sitting on my plate when I got into the room.

Oh, fuck, what if she was a vegan? I had no clue if she was into that. It seemed a new fashionable lifestyle choice. Not that I had anything against vegans, but I was a carnivore and a meal wasn’t a meal in my opinion, unless it contained meat.

I walked into the dining room and Alana was already seated. She looked different. Her cheeks were glowing and I realized it was because she was smiling. She wasn’t smiling at me, she hadn’t even noticed me walk into the room. She was just sitting there – smiling to herself.

Maybe her lunch had gone well?

Maybe she’d indulged in too many afternoon cocktails?

I certainly hoped it wasn’t due to anything else. The fact that she had chosen Hugo to be her bodyguard out of the five men I’d sent her, hadn’t escaped my attention. I wondered if I’d made a mistake picking him as one of my choices, but he was undeniably one of my best soldiers, and he would take a bullet for her, or me, without question.

‘Buenas noches, princesa,’ I said as I took a seat.

She looked up at me. ‘Evening,’ she said, her smile still firmly in place.

‘Did you have a good day?’ I asked her.

‘Yes,’ she nodded. ‘Yes, I did.’

‘Good,’ I said as Magda walked into the room carrying dinner. She placed my plate in front of me and I wondered if I’d walked into the wrong house. I looked at Alana’s plate and noticed she had the same.

‘Can I get you anything else?’ Magda asked.

I shook my head.

‘No thank you, Magda. This looks delicious,’ Alana replied.

Magda nodded and then disappeared out of the room.

‘Coca Cola?’ Alana asked, as she held up the glass decanter filled with dark brown liquid.

‘You decanted the cola?’ I asked with a flash of my eyebrows.

She shrugged. ‘Seemed classier, somehow?’

I nodded and held out my glass as she poured. ‘So, this is your favorite meal? Cheeseburger and fries?’

‘Bacon cheeseburger and fries,’ she said with a smile. ‘And yes, it is. I’m sorry if you were hoping for something a little fancier. But Magda insisted that I choose my favorite, and this is it.’

She placed a napkin on her lap and then she picked up the giant greasy burger with both hands and took a huge bite.

I couldn’t help but smile as I watched the look of satisfaction on her face as she chewed that first mouthful. She wasn’t playing with me – this really was her favorite food.

Suddenly, she stopped chewing and looked at me and I realized I was staring. She self-consciously wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. ‘Sorry,’ she mumbled.

‘What for?’ I replied as I picked up my own burger and took a bite. ‘There’s no other way to eat a burger,’ I grinned at her and she grinned back as she carried on eating.

When we’d eaten our burgers, and finished our decanted Coca Cola, Magda brought me a glass of Scotch before clearing the dishes.

I stared at Alana as she sipped her water and stared into space, and I couldn’t help but wonder what was on her mind.

After a few moments silence, she turned to me. ‘Why did you ask Magda to cook my favorite meal?’

I shrugged. ‘Maybe, I wanted to get to know something about you?’

‘Okay,’ she replied, eyeing me suspiciously.

‘So, how was Hugo today?’ I asked her, suddenly feeling a tightening in my chest that I couldn’t explain.

‘He was great. Thank you for allowing me to choose my own bodyguard. I appreciate it.’

‘Why did you choose him?’ I asked as I sipped my Scotch.

She chewed her lip as though she was deep in thought. ‘He was the best candidate,’ she finally offered.

‘The fact that he was the youngest and best looking didn’t factor into your decision at all then?’ I asked with a frown as my chest grew tighter.

‘You think Hugo is good looking?’ she replied with a grin.

My frown turned to a scowl. ‘Answer the question.’

She rolled her eyes so hard that I felt like bending her over the dining table and spanking her ass right there, but I knew there was only one way that would end, and I didn’t want to fuck her.

Except that I did. I wanted to fuck her real bad, but I couldn’t go there with her. I couldn’t let her in.

Not yet.

So, I let the eye roll go.

‘I chose him because he was the only one who actually spoke to me,’ she said.

‘The others were mute then?’

‘No. But they may as well have been. One word answers and absolutely no personality. Hugo answered my questions and we actually talked. So, he could have been eighty years old and looked like Freddie Kruger, and I’d still have given him the job. Satisfied?’ she snapped.

I glared at her. She was getting far too feisty for her own good. ‘He’s not supposed to talk to you.’

‘Why not?’ she asked, her chin tilted in defiance.

‘Because he’s there to protect you. Talking to you is distracting. Jesus, Alana, you’re distracting!’ I snapped and wished I could take back those last few words.

‘You think I’m distracting?’ she blinked at me, all of the anger in her face disappearing.

I closed my eyes and took a breath. ‘Fuck! I didn’t mean like that …’

‘Oh,’ she said quietly and then we sat in silence for a few seconds. ‘If you don’t mind, I’m going to finish reading my book.’

I nodded as I heard her chair being pushed back. When I opened my eyes again, she was gone.

Later that night, I crawled into bed beside her, waiting until I was sure she’d be asleep. She slept on her side, facing the window and away from me. But, as she seemed to have an aversion to covers and slept in the tiniest of panties and a tank top, I had a great view of her beautiful round ass.

I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, but my eyes were drawn to her over and over again. My cock was rock hard. I reached down, wrapping my hand around it and squeezing tightly, hoping for some relief, but it offered me none.

All I could think about was how easy it would be for me to roll onto my side, pull those tiny panties of hers aside and slide myself into her. If I fucked her just one time, maybe I could get her out of my head?

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to force the images from my brain because my cock was weeping for her. I contemplated getting myself off but the thought of her waking up and catching me jerking off over her wasn’t something I relished. I could just see the look on her spoiled face if she did.

So, I lay there, with a throbbing cock and a throbbing head and wondered why I hadn’t gone to the hotel like I usually did.

I got up at six am the following morning having barely slept at all. I looked at Alana’s sleeping form and had a vague memory of her hand on my chest in the night. Her warm soft skin resting lightly on my own. And then I had a memory of her hand squeezing my hard cock – but I knew I must have dreamt that.

I pulled on my shorts and running shoes. A long run would take my mind off her and her curves. Then I’d shower in my gym and go straight to the hotel. I turned and looked at her again as I reached the door. Something she’d said about her feeling lonely and this place not being her own came back to me.

I frowned because I didn’t know what else I could do about that, or why I even cared.