Thread: A Royal Catastrophe (Mali and Quix)

She was waiting and expecting for this agent to whip his gun out and shoot the stupid perverted creeper in the forehead or his arm. Whichever would make a bigger statement. She figured since this kid was insulting her, Ben would take care of it. After all, he did say that he was there to protect her and ensure that no Russian or anti-British-monarchy rebel tried to hurt her. Sky simply figured hed carry that out right here and right now. Her eyes widened as his voice rang in her ears and his words penetrated her cognitive understanding in her brain. Its okay, baby, you should take it as a compliment. And even said with his accent, now this pimply person would think she was some international trades-hooker because her apparent pimp was obviously not from America. But as it all really sunk inmomentarily taking her away from the pain in her sideshe felt a very deep set of anger resonate with her. He didnt shoot the stupid guy who actually believed she was a hooker. He didnt even try to refute the matter. Hewent with it? Sky swore she could feel her eye twitch and the very angry vein in her forehead start to pulsate. She started to breathe faster, like a bull ready to ram someone right on her horns until they bled to death, a slow and painful death potentially filled with severe disease and infection! Oof, if looks could kill. If she was Medusa, Ben would be stone. Well technically, so would that guy behind the counter as well. It took her a moment to find a rational thought. Sky was exhausted, she was in pain, she was incredibly emotional and grouchy and she did not want to be fucked with. But as she tried to think of something other than bashing Bens face down into her knee repeatedly until his nose was beyond repair, she also realized why he was probably insinuating that she go along with this farce. The last thing either of them needed was for attention to be pointed to them. If they came here acting like a pimp and a whore like anyone else who probably came here if the fares were so low, it was nothing out of the ordinary. But did he really need to pride himself and boast to this guy that he was her pimp? Couldnt he have gone with something else? That he was the dashing bachelor and she was the young, hot and possibly underage looker whom he was bedding in a cheap run-down place? So romantic! At least it would have been interesting and not so deprecating! Sky let out a shaky breath and she managed to force a smile, nodding her head slowly. Well obviously. She nearly whispered. If I were a hooker, Id probably be dressed like Julia Roberts with lacerations down my arms from cuts and needles. She cast a glance back at the guy who was already working in haste to procure their bedroom without asking more questions, especially after real cash had been produced. The vein threatened to burst though when he mentioned testing the merchandise. She wanted to just sock him right in the nose and the jaw repeatedly because she did not like that insinuation. She certainly didnt want him to think that this gave him any chance at all of scoring with her. Hell no! He might have potentially gotten luckier before, even when he called her Queen and Princess but now there was no way in hell she would ever be tempted to lay beneath him, she didnt care how hot and sexy his accent was! Which it wasnt. Of course Their room key was given and without saying a word, even after his final statement that didnt encourage her dawdling, Sky grumbled under her breath, her back to the concierge perv. She followed Ben up the stairs and to the room, staying unnaturally quiet. The moment that he played on with the charade, she wanted to murder him and seriously rearrange his face. Now as the time passed and her jacket pulled on her wound which made the bleeding start again, she just wanted to lie down. She didnt even have the energy for a full on verbal lashing. She wanted to lie down, sleep and wake up from this nightmare. Because none of this could be happening right now. Once they were in the room, Sky walked over to the bed. She kicked her shoes off and sat down after peeling her jacket off, wincing slightly as the material kept peeling off from her wound, blood sticking and peeling. Lifting her shirt a smidge, she looked down at her side, seeing red and red and more angry red. Ohthat looks disgusting. Shaking her head, she glanced to Ben. If you thought that there was any chance that you may have gotten lucky tonight, there is no way in hell that that is happening now . You will not now, or ever get to test the merchandise. And you will hate yourself because I promise that my merchandise is something every man should fantasize about. She was still confident even in her darkest time but thats because it was about all she had left to hang onto. Although her comment was probably borderline tacky and conceited than confident. Let alone actually be worthy to try out. Understand? Although if being Queen meant she got to order people aroundshe might not hate that too much. Now, be a good agent and tend to my wound so I can sleep. She could barely keep her eyes open. Her day had been busy before all this stuff. It had just gotten busier. Throw in a bullet grazed wound that was perhaps the most painful thing she had ever endured physically, not counting losing both of her parents, she was pretty much feeling like she could die right about now. Not to be a drama-queen or anything. How appropriate, shed fit right in!