UNDRESSED BY THE KING

Chapter 7 - Some Like the Tongue Twisting

~ Welcome to the Danger Zone. Step into the Fantasy. You and I are invited to the other side of sanity. ~

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Lucein

From confusion and shock, the expression on her face changed into a full-blown frown.

Most women would have given me seductive looks already, but this woman here, no. It was clear to see she didn’t want to see me and was annoyed by the fact that I just tricked her.

Well, not really. It was my agent who did all the tricking. I just provided a trap for her to fall into.

She clenched her fists and then took a really deep breath.

I approached her, one step then another, one hand in my slacks pocket while the other resting in the side. I paused when I saw her shook her head.

“If you think I’m going to examine this mirror for you then you’re wrong,” she spoke, quiet rage bubbling in the surface of her voice.

I answered her by narrowing my eyes infinitesimally.

“What? Had I misunderstood your words last night then? I thought you like the mirror.”

She pursed her lip, trying to control herself from exploding. I didn’t miss her hands shaking though.

“Mr. Ozric, there’s a reason why I donated it. A reason I am not keen on telling you, so goodbye.”

In a heartbeat, she moved, walking towards me to reach the door. I didn’t give her a chance.

“Then don’t examine it,” I said, holding her right elbow.

She looked at me with an arched brow.

“Just come to dinner with me. All I want is for you to tell me how you got it, where exactly; the circumstances when you found it, if it was inside or outside a building? A house maybe? And if it’s just one.”

In response, she pulled her elbow.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be compensated still,” I said, gripping it tighter.

“Huh,” she laughed, but there was no humor in it, “that’s never my concern, Mr. Ozric.”

“Then what is?”

She seemed to contemplate on something, lowering her eyes to look at the floor. Then, she exhaled heavily.

“What about these writings in the frame you mentioned last night?” I heard her say once she lifted her face again. “Am I going to inspect the mirror for it?”

I shook my head once. “No need. I already had it checked after it was taken out of the museum. You don’t need to pull a muscle, Nicollette. You just need to sit for me and talk.”

There. From the weakening frown she gave me, she seemed to see the sense in my offer finally.

“I don’t see why you want to know about this mirror so much. It is just an artifact. Malta is a small country. It is rich in culture, yes, but I doubt its past history would profit you.”

Such a curious little kitty she is.

“I have my own reasons,” I said, releasing her elbow from my grasp. “Let’s go? I don’t want my food cold.”

I am the King of my Kingdom. I don’t want my offer turned down.  This woman had already declined me once. I don’t want that to happen again. Fortunately, she followed me this time. If she didn’t, she would have left this room with hickeys on her neck.

“Err...this isn’t a date,” she pointed out the moment we arrived in the dining area of my new place. Like my suite in my building, this one has glass walls too. I could see the west of New York, the billboards and the scarcity of stars in the night sky.

I cursed inwardly. The table fitted eight, but the dining set-up was only for two people. I had my lackeys do this for me. I didn’t expect they’d be redoing the damn place to give off a romantic atmosphere.

“Yes, we’ve established that already,” I replied. From the corner of my eyes, I could see her already fretting, looking at four bright items.

“Then why are there candles in the table?”

I claimed the cushioned chair near me and then stared at her like how I stared at my subjects, almost on the brink of impatience.

“Nicollette, I prefer your mouth used in other things. Stop stalling, have a seat and let’s eat.”

She glared at me and grounded her teeth. Half a minute later of our staring contest, she sank on her chair and took the utensils from their places, surrendering with a huff.

I watched her with a brief curve of my lips.

Good. Be obedient for me Little Kitty.

The food in this world doesn’t compare to the food in my Kingdom, but I’m enjoying it still. Maybe it was because of the sauce poured on my roast beef or the honey that was drizzled on my salad. They were tasty. It played on my taste buds well.

But I know what you are thinking. I am definitely not going to say that it is because of the woman I am with.

Nicollette and I had been silently eating for the most of our meal. She never glanced my way, but I could sense her anxiety in every swallow that she took. This was the same in our dinner at the school yesterday night. It must be because of my presence, but at least now, her scowl had disappeared.

“In a Malta church backyard.”

Finally, the silence between us was broken. I routed my eyes to her and saw her look at me, intent on giving the information I asked earlier.

“Hmmm?” I c****d a brow, putting my fork down.

“That’s where my excavation team and I found the mirror.”

She drank what’s left of her perspiring glass of water and waited.

“Yes, that’s the most basic info I know already. Go on,” I instructed whilst taking my wine flute.

She let out an exhale and then proceeded, “There were potteries, craft tools and jewelries that were buried together with a large stone box. At first, I thought this stone box was a sarcophagus with a mummy inside but upon opening, I found the mirror.”

I urged her to continue with a short move of my head.

“My team took it, listed it as ‘extra’ because it looked too simple to be placed together with the other discoveries. I decided to bring it at home, give it a house.”

“Yet you donated it to the school museum,” I pointed out. If she saw it as a piece worth keeping, then why did she give it away?

“I...have my own reasons like you,” was her answer after lowering her head.

That instant, I knew the reason why. But of course, because of that blasted mirror, she was transported to my realm, had her brain f****d up with the reality that Earth wasn’t the only livable world in existence and experienced the shittiest welcome my Kingdom can offer with me and my sword as the main contributor to it.

I cleared my throat and hid those realizations to myself.

“What else is there?” I said.

“Hmmh?” She gave me a genuine clueless face.

“Was the mirror placed together with a book maybe? Or any other usual items?”

“Uh, nothing. Just the mirror. It was covered in dust if that’s something you’d like to know.”

I shifted in my seat, hating that this was a dead end.

“So I would assume it is just one.”

“I think so too,” she nodded. “I had the church backyard excavated thoroughly. But for your peace of mind, you are welcome to check on the artifacts we had unearthed. See if there is something there that catches your attention.”

Already late for that. My attention is already caught.

My eyes fixed at her - at her feminine form blessed by the candles’ light. She may not know it but with my sensitive eyes, I could see the details of her brassiere under her white blouse, the fullness of her breasts and the curve of her waist. The blazer she wore didn’t even hinder me.

“I’d want that,” I spoke too soon, thinking of her in my bed and how she’d probably give me my most craved orgasm.

She nodded once.

Hell, if she knew what I was thinking, she probably wouldn’t do that.

“And probably bring that church down. A backyard isn’t enough,” I added, continuing to focus on the mirror issue.

Nicollette almost popped her eyes out. “You are just kidding right? You mean to say...”

“Yes, I’ll destroy the church. Have more people excavate the land to see if there are other mirrors hidden underneath,” I explained.

“You can’t do that!” Her frown came back.

Now this is interesting.

I lifted a brow. “Why not? I have money. I have people. I have the power to do anything I want.”

“Mr. Ozric, it’s a freaking church! Doesn’t that spell anything to you? Don’t you have values?”

“No,” was my only reply. Values make one bleed.

“Well, I have,” she said standing up, “good ones, so I’ll have to back way. I’m not letting myself get involved in your twisted plan.”

I glared at her. If she thinks our conversation has ended, then she’s wrong.

“Nicollette, sit.”

But hell, the woman just showed her back to me and left.

Pulling myself upright, I followed her. She was indeed quick with her heels because she was already in the front vestibule when I called her attention.

“Nicollette!” my voice boomed. She paused right in the opening of the elevator. “Remember our conversation in the phone last night? I am not a stalker.”

She only gave me half of her face when she glanced over her shoulder. It vexed me.

“Then, what are you?” she asked.

Here in this world, I don’t see the need to use my powers. It is just a waste of energy and effort. However, in this very moment, my principles changed.

In a blink, I was already right in front of her, my hands on her slim waist.

“I’m a predator,” I answered and then pulled her inside the elevator.

She didn’t get the chance to answer as I claimed her mouth.

***

Nicollette

Just like that, Mr. Ozric’s wet tongue slid inside. My defenses quickly shattered. With wide eyes, I stared at him. He was damn looking at me, observing my every reaction amidst our lips already connected.

Then I moaned in protest when one of his hands grabbed my hair - rather giving me a déjà vu feeling I might say - and then pressed my head closer, angling it to the side for better access.

Shit.

I quickly pressed my hands in between us and attempted to push him away. He retaliated with a tight wrap of his free arm around my waist.

Ah, s**t again.

Then, my lungs expanded. I didn’t know it was possible but the man’s tongue slid deeper, tasting my mouth, licking the insides like he was doing me with my maidenhead.

Shit. s**t. s**t. Again.

I scrambled to clamp my mouth shut, but it was easier said than done. Mr. Ozric didn’t give me a chance because he pushed me to the wall with a force so hard I happened to scream my first ‘ahhh.’

Complete with an exclamation point.

Yet, his greedy mouth was still on me; latching like a baby to his mother’s breast.

But that’s where it ended.

I cursed loudly on my thoughts when I realized what was happening. Of course, he pushed me against the elevator’s wall mirror.

Mirrors meant the curse.

Curses meant that I will be transported to that God-forsaken place again.

Deep inside, I prayed that it wouldn’t happen, but I guess it was already futile. The tingling sensation of my body and the blackness of my surroundings had already started to envelop me.

“Oh no,” was my first words when I realized that my fear had come true. Me sprawled in the ground, staring straight at the star-filled night sky, and with strange plants surrounding me were already clear evidences.

“Nonononononono. No!” I rushed to straighten myself. “This isn’t happening!”

But I stopped mid action for I, experiencing it for the first time, felt a heavy weight on top my stomach.

My eyes turned like full moons when I saw a head, and not just any head, a man’s head, using my stomach as a damn pillow!

Then it dawned on me that this was not just any man.

Could it be that Mr. Ozric was transported too?!

Oh, great. Just great!

I froze when he groaned, shifted his head a little, and then pushed himself up using his hands.

My heart drummed like crazy when he looked at me.

“You...” I said, feeling my throat dry suddenly.

In front of me wasn’t Mr. Ozric, but the man I first met in this weird place. They looked alike. Very, very much alike except that this man had straight, sinfully silky raven-black hair.

“You?!”

Of course, that detail wasn’t what twisted my stomach.

It was seeing his modern clothes, the clothes that Mr. Ozric wore when we were in his suite.

“Oh, this is so f****d up!” I clenched my teeth. “I knew it! I damn knew it!”