Thread: A Royal Catastrophe (Mali and Quix)

Not only did he go along with the charade, but he called her Vivian. If she wasnt so angry at him, she might have enjoyed the comparison. Pretty Woman was a favorite movie of hers that she loved to watch with her mom. She and her mom shared that same dislike for Julia Roberts as an actress but they absolutely loved her in that movie. That was the only good movie she was in. Her other roles were just downright frustrating. But Pretty Woman had been a true delight. Although, the main reason for their love was Richard Gere but Julia Roberts wasnt terrible either. In the room, she was almost overwhelmed with emotion at the loss of her mom which came back to the forefront of her mind after she basically told Ben that hed have no chance with her, ever . Her mom had been her best friend, her greatest love and her entire world. But she was shot, point blank and it was the most horrifying thing. Her worst nightmare had always been losing her mom. The fact that it actually happened was a bitter pill to swallow. On top of that, her father had been killed as well. She was parent-less. How could she survive? She was hardly ready to be in the world without her parents. None of it seemed real. But deep down, she knew it was. That was something she just wasnt ready to accept. Her wound needed to be cleaned. She couldnt very well bite his head off for offering to do that. It was the least he could do for playing with the charade of her being a hooker, or as he called it, a call-girl. It was a step up from being a hooker but it was still insulting, even more that the stupid guy at the desk believed it! Just because she was a looker did not make her a hooker! That is very doubtful, but I suppose at least I wont be in physical pain tomorrow. Mentally and emotionally, shed most likely be a wreck. She couldnt even go into her moms arms anymore to cry. That was robbed from her. Sky snorted when he called himself a doctor. Even if he was, that didnt make her feel any better. She hated doctors. Calling yourself a doctor doesnt make it any better or believable. I hate doctors. She scrunched her nose at him, too tired to be full on malicious in her tone and choice of words. She outright laughed though about his intention to not get lucky that night. No of course not. You just continue on with the charades of women being hookers, call them Vivian and then get laid. Although I am sure James Bond was more suave in getting women into bed. Then again, I suppose youre not James Bond. He at least was charming. Youre just She sighed and swiped her hand over her face. Infuriating. She mumbled miserably. As he cleaned her wound, Sky winced when he used the disinfectant onto her wound. She breathed in sharply through her teeth and closed her eyes tightly as the initial discomfort prickled at her side. Once it abated, she relaxed and opened her eyes. Her lips twitched from hiding a smirk and she nodded her head. Damn straight you cant afford me. I am priceless. Add being the next heir to the throne, I am even more expensive now. She kind of like that but being queen wasnt something to look forward to. Queens werent allowed to become professional dancers. Wasnt that looked down upon? Then again, considering it would be a huge scandal if she were to become queen anyways, why not continue dancing? Rub salt into the wound even more. Our queen is American! Even worse, shes aa dancer ! But then there would always be that one perverted creep who would say, after pushing his glasses down the bridge of his nose, How much does she charge for a lap dance, per chance? Sky nearly shuddered at the very thought of some old and disgusting geezer of Parliament harboring salacious thoughts of the potentially new queen. Even worse, she almost shuddered at the thought of actually being proven queen! There was something in her body that wanted to physically reject it in the form of some violent upchucking. As much as she wanted to remain angry at him, even after he cleaned and bandaged up her wound, it was proven difficult to by his sudden show of affection, or at least kindness. Pulling her shirt down back over her wound, Sky looked up at him and she found herself leaning into the soft caress of her cheek by his hand. She wanted to turn her face into his hand and kiss his palm and just give into the want to be coddled, cuddled and comfortedthe three Cs her mother was brilliantly known for. But she resisted of course and that soon came to be natural by his last choice of words. Since he stood right in front of her, she had a perfect target and an outlet to take her anger, frustration and several other emotions on. Before she could even think properly to stop herself, her hand balled into a fist and made perfect contact with his crotch in a ruthless punch. She knew to be punched in the balls was a very painful experience for men. She learned that when she accidentally shoved her foot there when practicing a dance with one of her boyfriends. It was the first time she learned just how a man can squeal in a rich falsetto voice. It was highly amusing. Sure, she did repay him by massaging his balls with her mouth later that night, but that wasnt the point. Standing, she glared at Ben after punching him in the balls and wanted to give him blunt-trauma with her shoe repeatedly bashing his skull in. There! Now you wont get bored and I wont have to listen to a woman fake-moan while you beat at it! So perhaps she was an abusive girlfriend but she didnt see properly or think clearly when she was loaded with rage. She suffered from rage-black outs. Without feeling any kind of remorse, she kicked her shoes off and went into the bathroom. Relieving herself, she then undressed down to her bra and panties. Shed wear her shirt but because it was half-soiled from the blood, she resigned to sleep in her bra and panties. Sky felt no shyness or qualms from walking out of the bathroom so scantily clad but the view of her curvaceous and healthy body was short since she climbed right into bed after. She lay flat on her stomach on the right side of the bed, leaving the left side for him and pulled the covers over her body. She left him space but she hogged the comforter which was actually quite nice for a seedy hotel. But as the rage simmered down, the sadness kicked in. She couldnt sleep, as much as he wanted to. She just cried. Silent. Quiet. Didnt make a sound so she didnt inconvenience him. No matter how tired she was and how much she desperately wanted to sleep, how could she possible fall into a slumber when her heart ached so terribly?