The Alien King and I
Lizzie Lynn Lee
Published: 2011
ISBN: SHPFREE22
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The Alien King and I
I was kidnapped by an alien on my thirtieth birthday. And not just any alien, he told me he was the king of his people from a faraway planet: Naxia of Alpha Centauri B, the nearest star system to our sun. So he had said.
“I am Fairoh du Urugna, Lord of Stinani, Vanou, Edora, Adilor, and Iatil, Protector of the Free Lands, Quadrant Three of Naxia,” he announced in his deep, baritone voice.
“But I can call you Steve, right?” Because, really?
Of course I didn’t believe him. I was expecting a male stripper. It was my birthday, after all, and my BFF Carrie had arranged a special party for me hitting the big three-zero. All the single girls in my office and my close female friends had been invited. Carrie and I had promised them the party would be a blast—a wild night in Vegas would look like a Sunday sermon at the Vatican.
“Nay, woman,” he rebuked me, straight-faced. “You may address me as Lord Fai, for you have been granted the privilege as my chosen mate.”
“Right.” Strippers these days seemed to be very committed to their role.
One thing I didn’t understand, though, was how he’d managed to get me into the room in the first place? The girls and I had begun partying and I had consumed a considerable amount of alcohol when I’d opened the door to the, much awaited, highlight of our party. We were all excited and giggled “ooh” and “aah” when we saw him.
He was better looking than what I had anticipated and not in attire I would have expected. For a stripper, he had dressed too much. The hunk was over seven feet tall, clad in shiny metal armor like a warrior from the video game HALO that my nephew is so fond of playing. The only thing missing from his ensemble was the self-sustaining helmet and a big-assed laser rifle.
“Pray, tell me, are you Lindsey Cunningham?” His voice was deep, seductive.
“Why, of course, sexy,” I had answered. “What can I do you for? Missionary? Cowgirl? Reverse cowgirl? I’m a lady of many talents.” The girls behind me were jeering and catcalling like raunchy bitches in heat.
He had only smirked and touched my forehead with his metal-gloved hand and seconds later, I found myself standing in the middle of the room that looked like a set from a bad, low-budget Sci-Fi flick.
How the hell had he done that? What kind of Houdini tricks had he used on me? I don’t think even Chris Angel would have been that good, let alone some run-of-the-mill stripper. I asked him and that was when he told me he was an alien. He had come to get me because I was his chosen mate and would carry his royal heirs.
I needed another martini. Several, maybe.
I didn’t realize I had voiced my thoughts out loud.
Steve, or rather Lord Fai, narrowed his eyes and gave me a reproachful look. “You are obviously inebriated.” He spewed it with such distaste, I found it hilarious. I thought male strippers preferred their clients drunk off their asses. Males are males and no man I know didn’t care for loose women.
Apparently, Lord Fai didn’t.
He strode to the adjoining room and vanished from my sight. Feeling more curious than a fickle cat, I followed him. The moment I stepped in, I was welcomed by the sight of an upscale, stainless steel professional chef’s kitchen.
Yeah, alien my ass. I swore I spotted a Kitchen Aid mixer.
If they wanted to make it believable, why didn’t they make the set thoroughly consistent?
Besides, his lordship Fai spoke perfect English. Only, his accent was unrecognizable. But I knew some guys who pulled this kind of stunt just to get into women’s panties. They drawled in some exotic accent, like French or German, when in reality, they were from Jersey.
So, I thought, the unexplainable time lapse, like one second I was standing in the hallway of my apartment and the next I was here, was nothing but the result of too much alcohol on an empty stomach. I had heard stories that when alcohol hit too hard it could cause someone’s brain to go funky as if they were on an acid trip. Maybe I had fainted. Or maybe this was Carrie’s joke. She laced my drink and I had passed out and this hunk-o-steel swiped me to this place to be entertained. Well, har-de-har-har, happy birthday to me. I wouldn’t mind a little joke. Lord “Steve” Fai here was one delicious bite of temptation no woman could resist. Hallelujah.
Fai opened a drawer and extracted a silvery, tall can. He opened another drawer and took out a glass. His movement was deft as I ogled him opening the silver can and pouring the contents into the glass.
“Here, drink it. I want you sober while consummating our bond.”
I snickered. “Do I have to pay you extra for the consummation service or does it come with the whole package?”
His eyes narrowed, the silvery-blue irises blazing “I do not understand your question, woman.”
“Sure.” I looked around. “Where do you keep the anal probe by the way?”
His puzzled look was very adorable. Man, he was good at faking the whole “alien” thing.
“Drink.” Fai thrust the glass into my hand. “When you are done, come to the bedchamber and disrobe. We shall go forth with the consummation.”
“Wait, aren’t you going to dance and strip first?”
“Why on Elerian’s moon would I dance and strip?”
I blinked. “Are you a stripper, or actually an escort?” I heard some strippers only strictly entertained, but some were willing to go beyond the grey line. Now, I had no idea what kind of adult entertainer I was dealing with.
“I am Fairoh du Urugna, Lord of Stinani, Vanou, Edora-”
“Fedora, fishing bait, yeah, yeah. Your titles are longer than Titles-R-Us.”
“As my mate, I expect you to show some manner of respect since I will be your lord husband as soon as our relationship is consummated.”
“Aww, you’re mad. Does this mean we’re going to have some, growly angry sex?” I had to admit, the idea appealed to me.
Fai, apparently, had had enough of my smart mouth. He grabbed me around the waist and flung me across his shoulder as if I were a sack of potatoes. My field of vision did a bungee jump before my face hit his metallic armored back. The glass in my hand slipped and fell with a loud crash, shattering on the kitchen floor into thousands of crystal pieces.
“Hey!” I protested. “Put me down, asshole. I’m going to be sick if you carry me like this.”
Fai ignored me. He strode to the other room like a soldier marching home from a victorious battle, carrying me as if I was his plunder. I told him to stop. My protests fell on deaf ears. He only stopped after we entered a room that was plastered with tiny tiles from floor to ceiling. The tiles looked like gemstones that had been cut square and polished until they gleamed. They glowed red, blue, amber, emerald and many more shades I couldn’t identify.
He put me back on my feet and I staggered. “Dude,” I warned him. “Don’t do that again. You made me dizzy.”
Fai only sniffed haughtily. Before I could do anything other than steady my balance, Fai dragged me to stand under a large, round silver disk that hung from the ceiling. A heartbeat later, the disk sprayed water like a downpour. I gasped wide-eyed and shuddered. The water was fucking cold.
I lurched aside like a cat avoiding its archenemy, but Fai yanked me back under the shower. No matter how hard I struggled to escape the embrace of the shower of ice, Fai managed to get me back under it effortlessly. He was stronger than I expected.
“Fine!” I yelled. “But this isn’t sexy at all. I want my money back.”
“But it does get you sober, does it not?”
He had a point. The nice buzz that I’d gotten from the alcohol had evaporated as soon as the forty-degree water hit my head. I shivered like a wet dog and was more miserable than a cat trapped in a tin can. Fai took off his metal gloves and flung them on the floor. They clanked with loud noise. He stripped me from my soaked clothes. Actually, he ripped them apart. My new outfit I’d bought at Macy’s just last night.
“Hey, these are expensive you know?”
“Your garment is hideous. They’re unfit to be worn by a future queen.”
Okay, this role-playing was starting to annoy me. I halted his hand when he was about to rip my panties. “I’ve changed my mind. I’m not in the mood anymore. I want to go home.”
Fai ripped my panties anyway. His face was solemn and determined.
“Stop it!” I swatted his hand when he tried to grab my bra.
It did get his attention. “Look. We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”
“Or we can do it the semi-easy-hard way. I’m fucking cold.”
Somehow, a smile flashed on his handsome face. “I’ll warm you in a minute. In the meantime, stay still.”
I should have smacked the bastard for making me shower in ice-cold water, but the promise of him warming me stirred some funny feeling inside me.
Like being horny. Which I thought was kind of pathetic. I didn’t date often, and none of my lovers looked like Fai. Carrie must have hired the crème de la crème from the agency. Fai was too gorgeous, too tall, and too buff to work as a regular adult entertainer. If he wanted, he could be easily mistaken as a male model. Or work as one. Was the competition in that industry so fierce, it forced a guy like him to entertain women at raunchy parties? I pondered life’s mysteries.
Fai looked pleased when I ceased my protests and became submissive. He took off my bra and regarded me with an appreciative stare. I quickly shielded my breasts and my pubis with my hands. Disappointment flashed in his eyes before he shifted his attention to something else in the room. He edged toward one side of the wall. Suddenly, a panel moved when he tapped it with his hand, revealing a recessed storage area. He plucked a cylindrical can from a row of funky shaped bottles and returned to me. The cylindrical can turned out to be some kind of foamy soap dispenser. Fai aimed the nozzle at me and lathered me generously. This whole thing was freaking weird. I wondered if Carrie had paid him to do a bathing fantasy. Because this was not living up to my fantasies. He scrubbed me with thorough attention like my mom used to do. Only I didn’t throw a tantrum like I did when I was a kid. The chill had seeped through my bones and I just wanted to get silly thing over with.
When he finished, he took a large towel from the same recessed storage panel. He wrapped me with it and swept me off my feet. He carried me to another room. A bedroom or bedchamber, as he called it, and deposited me on the silk-covered mattress. I felt so cold, my teeth were chattering. He disappeared again and came back a few minutes later with another glass in his hand. It contained an amber-colored liquid that frothed and bubbled.
“Drink it. It will warm you.”
I accepted the glass. “I thought you’re the one who’s going to warm me up?”
His gaze skittered from my head to toes. A broad smile followed. “Oh, I am going to burn you, sweet thing. Worry not.”
Now he called me sweet thing. I guess I wasn’t annoying him anymore. I sniffed the glass. The drink wafted a strong sweet scent, like concentrated honey. “What is it?”
He replied with a string of gibberish.
Since I was thirsty and yearned for something hot, I took a sip of it. The drink was delicious. I didn’t know what it was, but it was sweet and tangy and tasted like nothing I’d ever had before. The brew slid past my throat and intense warmth began melting my frozen state. I started thawing. Feeling ravenous, I drained it to the last drop.
Fai took the glass back when I finished and put it on the side table. I scanned my surroundings. Like the bathroom, this bedchamber was furnished to minimal standards. Sleek, red rectangular tiles plastered the wall. No windows. No other furniture except for one enormous bed in the middle flanked with two night stands. The floor was covered with a dark carpet the same hue as the walls.
I didn’t care much for the décor.
My attention shifted to Fai when I heard soft, rustling noises. He was disrobing. His impenetrable armor unlatched from his body with a hiss. Mechanical parts whirred. He shrugged off the chest and arms parts. His gear looked heavy and realistic. Then, he slipped down from the lower body robotic armor. I was impressed by the intricacy of his costume. Like I said, strippers these days were very committed to their role.
“Why did you dress like that?” I asked. “Did Carrie pick out the costume?”
He gave me a confused kind of look. “I didn’t know what to expect from your people. In Naxia, females are rare and precious. One must fight with the other warriors if he desires a female companion. Earth is peaceful and females are plenty.”
Right.
Under his costume, Fai wore a dark sleeveless shirt and boxer-like pants. They molded to his body and left nothing to the imagination. I could see the impression of his beautiful body, every hard muscles encased in flesh. And that huge bulge at his groin…
Good lord.
I tore my eyes from his erection. Feminine panic rising.
I’d never fucked a guy with a cock that big. Not sure if I wanted to. Fai could kill a woman with his tool and I certainly didn’t want to be his victim. Chickening out, I slid from the bed with the towel wrapped around my body as he shed the last piece of his clothing.
“Where are you going?”
I sprinted toward the door. Or rather an opening. I didn’t see any damn door in this place. “Changed my mind. Nice to meet ya.”
That opening slid closed before I could reach it, leaving only a blank seamless panel like the rest of the wall. I fumbled with it, looking to see if there was some kind of secret button to open it up.
I heard heavy steps. My body was airborne. Fai grabbed me from behind and slung me on his shoulder in a caveman style again. I kicked and screamed. “Put me down, you brute!”
Several steps later, my back hit the mattress. I lay spread-eagled with a very huge, displeased male standing before me. I found nothing earthly about him. His tall, muscled, perfect stature. His beautiful chiseled face. His piercing azure eyes that could arctic ice in one stare. He looked like a Greek God who descended to Earth to punish humanity with his wrath. Maybe because I was completely sober, my bravado was reduced to nothing, turning me into a big scared-y cat.
“Why did you run?” he demanded.
“I changed my mind,” I bit back. “Look, Carrie will still pay you. I’m just not in the mood anymore.”
He studied my face, seemingly interested in my change of heart. “Are you… afraid of me?”
I avoided his eyes. He was naked in all his manly glory. My face flushed hot.
Suddenly, he roared. Deep, hearty male laughter rang to the ceiling. “The High Priest told me female earthlings are delicate compared to Naxian’s women. But such coupling is still possible. A little rough, mayhap, but it is possible, nevertheless. Worry not, sweet thing, I’ll be gentle.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? You’re supposed to entertain me.” I wrestled out every shred of dignity I had left so I wouldn’t look cowardly in front of him. “Now that you’ve stripped, dance.”
“I do not do dance. I am not a tavern wench.”
“So why do you work as a stripper if you don’t dance?” He cast me a withering look. “Oh, right. You’re an alien overlord.”
“Enough.”
Fai was impatient. Frustration darkened his face. The mattress dipped as he climbed on the bed. He yanked my legs. My body slipped down and I found myself under him.
God. All of a sudden, I hyperventilated. His naked body pressed mine, skin on skin with nothing in between. He felt hot on my cold, damp flesh. He warmed me, as he had promised, and the heat edged toward burning, as he had promised me also, searing through my pores. My heart pounded hard. And my pussy, that traitorous part of my body, began to stir and clench. I became aroused despite what I had said earlier. Fai leaned down to kiss me. I avoided him, so he licked the side of my jaw instead. It turned out to be a big mistake. The moment his tongue swept my skin, a high octane lust surged through my body with an incandescent ferocity I had not expected. I gasped, instinctively grabbing his hair. Fai purred like a lazy cat and continued licking me as if I was his favorite sweet treat.
I was torn. “Stop it,” I said weakly, telling him what was on my mind, but my body had a different idea. Just kidding, please lick me some more...
Fai did stop. He held my face with his large, rough palm. His lips found mine. He kissed me greedily. My protest evaporated in my throat the moment he pried my mouth open with his tongue and ravaged my palate. He kissed me like he meant it, passionate, demanding, as if he needed me as badly as he needed his next breath. My toes curled as he devoured me with what seemed to be an endless kiss. My lungs wanted to burst from my chest when he finally gave me a chance to catch a breath. I gasped, eyes wide.
“Fai…”
He managed a grunt a reply as he nipped my neck and sucked my fevered skin. I trembled, melting in his presence. I dug my nails on his scalp, threading my fingers through his silky dark hair as he marked me with his nips. He was sure going to leave a bunch of hickies, but at that moment, I didn’t really care. Moans escaped my throat as he ventured past my shoulder blades. He squeezed my breasts and plucked my nipples. My moans turned into a halted scream when he decided to take one nipple into his mouth.
I threw my head back. My spine kinked in pleasure. He trapped my hard bud between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, then he sucked me with fervor. My soul wanted to seep through my pores with each of his jealous, sharp sucks. My body quivered. He didn’t just burn me, he incinerated me in a blast of hell’s brimstone.
I couldn’t believe the effect he had on me. No man had ever made me feel this way. Ravenous. All logic left my brain and my instinct took over. All I could think about was to become one with him, every fiber of my being was screaming his name.
My nipples were hot and throbbing when he finished with them. My pussy clenched. I moistened luxuriously. I caught his gaze when he paused to examine my reaction. He looked pleased. Undoubtedly pleased. Triumph emanated from his body.
“You’re beautiful,” he praised me. “The High Priest had enlightened me that I would be delighted with my mate. He wasn’t jesting.”
This time, I didn’t have enough brain power to process his swagger. I only mumbled like an idiot. A horny idiot. Fai snaked his hand onto the juncture of my thighs. He purred again when he found me wet. Soaking wet.
“Your body betrays you,” he told me in a matter-of-fact manner. “Do you still have a change of heart?”
I shook my head weakly.
“Say it,” he demanded in a cruel tone.
“No,” I squeaked.
His lips peeled upward in a satisfied snarl. “Say that you want me.”
I swallowed hard. “Please Fai...I want you.”
“And?”
Bastard. “And fuck me.”
Apparently, my answer had stroked his ego enough. His snarl morphed into a full-blown leer. “My pleasure.” He arranged me in the position he wanted. I leaned on my side. He closed my thighs together and spooned me from behind. His breath seared my neck as his warm male body molded along the curve of my back. He lifted my leg, slightly, and I felt a hard erection slide between my thighs. It grazed against my swollen, wet cunt.
I swallowed a lung full of air.
He felt so...sinfully good.
Fai tugged and pulled, lubricating himself with my juice. His veined shaft kissed the seam of my sex. My heart jolted each time he withdrew and pushed. Sweet cascades of ecstasy drowned me, melting me into a puddle of nothingness. And the guy hadn’t even fucked me yet.
I looked down, feeling curious. I could see the tip of his cock pushed past my labia and clitoris. His length was alarming. And his thickness was unnerving. The familiar feminine panic slowly returned.
What if I can’t take him?
What if he rips me to pieces with that god damn big fucking mons—
I screamed.
Fai penetrated me.
I clawed the sheet as he speared my opening without mercy. He thrust, with a beastly groan, forcing my inadequate cunt to accept his cock. God. Breath knocked out of my lungs. My head spun. It hurt, but hurt so damn fucking good. Pain and pleasure swirled in one endless dance of perversity. My pussy clenched each time he pushed, attempting to sheathe himself to his hilt, protesting the delicious intrusion. My overly-sensitive cunt walls contracted as his veined shaft ground my passage. I was so stuffed, I felt as if I was nearly exploding.
He let out a growl when he successfully buried himself balls deep. The crown of his cock kissed the mouth of my womb. His shaft throbbed, pulsing as if it possessed its own life. God. He felt so hot and so damnably good. When I caught his eyes, he smirked an “I told you so” kind of look. This time, I didn’t have anything smart as a comeback. My bones felt as if they had melted into goo. I was as docile as a drugged mouse.
Fai nipped my earlobe when he started to fuck me. As if he wanted to relive the initial penetration, he pulled out until his cockhead almost left my opening, then slowly thrust back in until his balls kissed my perineum. I felt as if I had been punched from the inside. I could only pant and murmur unintelligent words. I surrendered. He quickened his pace. His thick cock plundered my cunt, ripping the last strand of my sanity to pieces.
I cried. Fai soothed me as his thrusts became rapid and belligerent. Tears stained my cheeks as he flooded me with a torrent of vicious fucks. Fai fucked like animal, raining me with slam upon slam of battering thrusts to the point I could only feel fire—tendrils of heat burning inside me, licking my spine, singeing my nerve tips. Each time he slammed home, I was paralyzed by the sinful pleasure that made my nerve endings shriek with untainted ecstasy. The pleasure gathered. Rapidly. I quickly found myself tethered at the precipice of a climax. I halted my breath. Fai slammed once. Twice. Three times. Four times. I screamed again.
An orgasm tore through me. The world around me blackened.
When I floated back to reality, I noticed Fai jerked, climaxing. His cock shuddered inside me, emptying his seed. I could feel his every spasm, the staccato of his breath.
“Lindsey…”
His call was intimate and alluring. I found his lips and kissed him. We mauled each other as the waves of ecstasy slowly ebbed away. When the last wave of pleasure dissipated, I felt like a wreck. My eyelids were heavy. My strength left me. I was barely aware when he spoke. Sleep overcame me.
* * *
When I woke up, I felt as if I had been run over with a Mac truck. My body was sore and my pussy throbbed with dull aches. Fai slept next to me, one arm crossed over my chest. I needed to use the bathroom so I squirmed out of his possessive embrace.
I had no idea what time it was. The bedroom had no window. No clock in sight. The light had faded into dimness. My feet touched the plushy carpet. I eyed the walls. Now where was that door? I remembered the bathroom was near the night stand on Fai’s side. I trudged my way there and fumbled on the wall. I pushed and felt, hoping I would hit a button or something. After five minutes groping, my effort was rewarded and the sleek, tiled wall slid aside. I hurried into the gem-plastered bathroom. I scanned the four walls looking for a toilet but I didn’t find any. It appeared this room was only for a shower. My eyes caught another opening I hadn’t seen before. I followed the trail of light. It led me into a narrow gangway that was constructed exclusively in metal.
What the hell…
Who would someone want to build a house that looked like the inside of a ship? I saw a metal hatchway at the end of the hallway. Curious, I stepped into the passageway. Before I could reach the end of the corridor, my attention was stolen by the round window near the hatch.
I blinked and shook myself.
It wasn’t a window. It was a viewport.
The sight beyond the viewport made me want to faint.
Oh my holy fucking God. It was outer space.
I clutched my cheeks and steadied my wobbly knees. My sore and aches were forgotten.
I screamed.
“What happened?” Fai’s sleepy noise responded to my panic. He had abruptly awoken from his slumber. Like me, he stood naked.
“What is this place? A ship?”
He blinked as I stated the obvious. “Yes, this is a ship. If you step beyond that hatch, you’d meet my crew.”
“A space ship?”
“A star ship,” he corrected.
“You’re an alien?”
“I think I’ve already told you that.”
I couldn’t believe what had happened. I didn’t want to believe what had happened. Fai wasn’t lying when he told me he was an alien from planet Naxia whatever.
“You’ve kidnapped me?” I shrieked.
“I’ve come to collect you as my mate. Come over here, why are you suddenly in distress? Are you ill?”
“I’m ill, all right! I thought you were a stripper.”
“What is a stripper? You keep repeating that word in my presence.” Fai stalked toward me. His face was weighed with pure concern. “Are you all right?”
“No, I’m not all right. I’m being kidnapped by a freaking alien.” My outburst seemed to offend him. Fai stopped in mid-track, looking irritated. “And why do you look like that?”
“What do you mean?” he asked back.
“You look human!”
Fai gave me another “huh” look.
“I thought aliens were little grey men with big eyes and scrawny fingers.”
“Woman, you’re obviously deluded. Did you not think that we might come from the same ancestors?”
“What do you mean? Darwin said humans descended from apes.”
Fai rolled his eyes. “If you’d calm down, I’d be delighted to give you a history lesson.”
“No!” I yelled. “You have to take me back home.”
“That’s impossible. You’re my chosen mate and…”
“I don’t agree with this. I don’t want to be with you.”
He was taken aback. “You…do not wish to be with me, even after we consummated our union?”
“Damn right! I want to go home. You have to return me to Earth.”
*
Lord Fairoh du Urugna sent me home all right. He beamed me back to my apartment after hours of me screaming, kicking, and some groin punching. I was beyond freaking out. I was looking forward to a male stripper for my birthday. I didn’t expect to be kidnapped by an alien king. I didn’t think aliens were real, let alone looked like a GQ model and spoke perfect English.
He finally surrendered when I wouldn’t stop crying. I didn’t let him touch me. I couldn’t stand the idea of being kidnapped by an alien. I had so much to live for. My home. My job. My friends. Granted, I didn’t have any immediate family left since my dad passed away two years ago, but I’d been on Earth my whole life—the only life I knew. I wasn’t ready to give everything up just because some High freaking Priest said I was Fai’s chosen mate.
And how did the stupid priest come up with kidnapping a human female for his mate in the first place, I really didn’t get it. What was up with that?
Anyway, Fai conceded to my demand and I was sent home. Before he did, he told me that I wouldn’t survive without him. As his chosen mate, we were bonded during the consummation. I would never desire any male than him and he would never desire any woman other than me. We would waste away from heartache should we have be separated.
Yeah, right. We shall see about that.
When I got home, I found out that I had been gone for nearly a week. Carrie had reported me missing and gotten the FBI involved. The day I was beamed back into the living room of my apartment, I had to deal with the real life Scully and Mulder, asking me a lot of questions. I spent the next couple of days explaining things to people. I didn’t expect anyone would believe me with the kidnapped-by-alien thing, so I lied. I said the stripper who came to entertain me on my birthday was actually my childhood boyfriend and we took off to catch up with one another for old time’s sake. Everybody was pissed at me, especially Carrie. I couldn’t blame her. She was really worried.
Carrie and the girls at the party were actually hazy about my kidnapping. The moment Fai touched my forehead and transported me onto his ship, he also did something that knocked out all of my friends. Hours later, they found themselves lying on the floor, groggy and befuddled. The authorities thought it was some kind of a nutcase, but they didn’t find any trace of evidence to support their theory. Whatever Fai did to them, it had to have been alien technology beyond the scope of the CSI team’s capability. When Carrie asked me what really had happened that night, I told her I had no idea. I took off after I met Jon, leaving everybody to party to their hearts’ content. Carrie called me a selfish bitch and we haven’t spoken ever since. She’d cool down eventually.
I almost got fired from work for not showing up for almost a week. But since the firm was short staffed, my boss let me keep the job. I became unpopular at work because of my disappearance at the party and went MIA for days. Being kidnapped by an alien had ruined my social life and threatened my job. But it wasn’t all. As I started settling back in my daily routine, I couldn’t get Fai out of my mind. As much as it pained me to admit, I missed the son of a bitch.
I missed his voice. Missed those shockingly blue eyes of his. Missed his kiss. His touch. I even missed his arrogant, chauvinistic attitude. This was bad, if not straight down pathetic. What the hell did he do to me? Our encounter was brief and he was basically a stranger. And not a human either. As the days went by, my need for him became overwhelming. I craved him as I craved air. Could what he had said before we parted be true, that once we bonded, we would be wasting away in heartache should we ever part?
Ridiculous.
But how could I explain what was happening to me now?
I became irritated at work or anywhere, people avoided me like a plague. Carrie and I started talking again and the first thing she said that my bitch-o-meter hit an all-time high. I was angry at myself. I thought I was going to be all right without Fai, but I guessed I was wrong. I think I might have made the biggest mistake in my life and there was no way to redeem myself. It wasn’t like I could call Fai’s ship to say I was sorry.
Another week passed and I was in a terrible mess. I needed him like a junkie needed his fix. I couldn’t concentrate at work and my nerves stretched taut like a harp string ready to snap. I decided to go home early to sort myself out. I needed to pull myself together, otherwise I would be royally fucked. And not royally fucked in a good way. Maybe a therapist could help. I was planning to call one as soon as I get home.
I made an appointment with a therapist for Friday. Since I came home early and had nothing else to do, I wanted to give myself a break and just relax for the rest of the night. I took a long bath, then ordered a pizza. I wanted to splurge and watch a movie marathon until my eyes bled.
The door rang.
I opened the door and immediately, my breath was knocked from my lungs. There he was, Fairoh du Urugna, the man who had made me miserable for the past two weeks, standing aloof, leaning against the door frame with arms folded in front of his chest. He was dressed in a simple white linen shirt and black satin breeches, and he certainly wasn’t the pizza guy. I grabbed his collar and yanked him into the house.
He didn’t say a word as I struggled with my emotions. I was mad, relieved, mad, terribly annoyed, horny, mad, half-crazy missing him, I didn’t know what to feel. They all bubbled in my chest, making me want to scream at him. I smacked his shoulder.
“You jerk!”
That brought a smile to his face. An arrogant smile. “Did you miss me yet?”
Ugh. I really wanted to punch him. And kiss him. No, I wanted to punch him. “Get out of here.”
He laughed. Fai snatched my wrist and pulled me into his arms. I squirmed fitfully, but he locked me good.
“Why is it so hard for you to admit that you missed me, too?” he murmured.
Yeah. I didn’t think about that. Why was it so hard to admit that I needed him? I’ve always been independent my whole life and not being in control scared me.
“I miss you too, sweet thing. I’m miserable without you.”
My heart did a quick leap. “You, too?”
Fai drowned me with his intense stare. “Let’s go home, shall we?”
“I…I don’t know…”
“Cease your foolishness. I need you.”
He needs me? My heart fluttered like butterfly wings.
“We have a lot of things to discuss.”
“I agree. We shall do so in the comfort of my ship.”
“What if this marriage thing doesn’t work? Can I go home then?”
“We shall discuss it, also. Anything else, sweet thing?”
I pouted. “Yeah, kiss me, damn it.”
About the Author:
Lizzie Lynn Lee was a guitarist, receptionist, executive assistant, tarot reader, boutique owner and graphic artist before she discovered writing is her dream job. The advantage is she can do it in her pajamas and socks. She’s an incurable chatterbox, heavy metal aficionado, book worm, digital enthusiast and a night owl since most of her stories were done in the wee hours of the morning because of her caffeine-induced insomnia. These days she still plays her guitar whenever she gets bored, staring at her computer’s screen or plotting the most elaborate scheme of world domination. Fortunately, she has a chronically short attention span.
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