Crushing On Your Majesty;The girl he hated

The realisation

I am going to love you like there's no tomorrow,

For who knows your love kills me tonight by making my heart beat out of its own hollow.

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She woke up to find herself lying naked in your Majesty's bed.
It was still dark outside and she had lost track of time.

Her scared eyes looked down and the very instant she pulled up the quilt to her waist.
Her heart beating at a crazy pace.

What has she done?

How could she?

Tears stung her eyes instantly, she just repeated her mother's mistake.
She became what she never wanted her to become.

A mistress.

A fuc*** mistress.

He betrayal Zeena, she was engaged to him.
She had this right over him, how could she do this with him?

How can she be so desperate?

Her shaking hands pulled up the comforter, wrapping it around her and getting up to search for her discarded dress.
Her hasty movements making him to get up and look at her scared face.

"Stalker"

He said on his deep husky voice but she was too lost in her own world of regrets.
Her eyes fixed on the red dress lying in the corner.

She got up from the bed in a hurry with the corner of the comforter held tightly in her hands.
Unexpectedly a sharp pain hit her instantly making her to get entangled in the length of the moping comforter and fall forward.

"Shit!"

He cursed and before she could fall face front, his strong arms wrapped around her from behind and steadied her.

His arms wrapped around her waist, back pressed on his chest and her hearts rhythm unsynchronized.

"Where are you going! Calm down!"

His touch made regret flood her insides again.
Thrashing in his arms, she tried to free his hold.

"Leave me!"
She said in a broken voice, making tears to sting her eyes again.

He refused to let go, as she kicked her legs in vain.
Pulling her back, he pushed her to the bed.

"Shut it Stalker! What has gotten into you! Are you crazy?"

He said holding her arms above her head, trying to stop her from thrashing and hurting herself.

Her eyes were brimming with fresh tears, unable to look back into his eyes.
They had a such a wonderful, no slash that it was the best night of his life.
Then why was she being like this?
Didn't she like it? But he was assured that she wanted this as much as he wanted it.

"Look at me."

He ordered, getting angry at her ability to ignore him like that.
Angry at her for making him feel like what they did was a mistake.

She refused, her hands turning into fists.

"I said fuc*** look at me, Stalker! "

She finally did, her teary ages now burning with the fire of hate and anger.

"What? Wasn't last night enough? You want another round?"

Her words made his anger to rise.
What sh** was she saying.
He wanted her entirely, not just her body.