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In the chapter, Daisy was confessing to her best friend that she could not choose between the men.
"They are not the same, and I love them all. If only I could split my body and heart and give it to them." Daisy confessed.
"But that is not the part they would love, because like you love them differently, they love you wholly." Gisselle, her best friend replied.
"But then if, if I still had my memories, do you think it would be easier to choose?" she asked, tears brimming in her eyes.
Daisy had spent weeks mulling over the issue.
'What if she had forgotten something that would help her have an easy time picking, or did she have to choose? If she asked for more time, would they give it to her, or would they plot other ways to make her love them more?'
She had reached her breaking point. Currently, she was avoiding all of the men, and if she could avoid Isaak, her Knight, she would, but he insisted on following her everywhere.
Daisy raked her platinum blonde hair then sighed.
"Daisy, you are smart. Ask them for some time or be honest with them," Giselle advised. "but to be honest, perhaps you can focus on the land you inherited instead, I know the King said that he would help set everything up financially but-"
"Right he did, do you think that he will hold it against me if I remind him?" Daisy asked.
"I don't think so, despite everything, he is actually very business-oriented and cares deeply for his people," Giselle explained, but Daisy wasn't listening to her.
Images of Kassian's, current King and one of her lovers, aqua eyes with an amber tint filled her head, his dark silky hair and his sultry mouth. Daisy shuddered, he loved pulling her hair and forcing her gaze to meet his.
'Look at me.' He would say, in his deep rich voice, then he would call out her name. 'Daisy.'
Daisy bit her lip, and her toes curled in her boots. How was her head always on him?
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"Such a good line." I fangirled. "She has obviously made her choice, but…the other guys had a lot going on for them too."
My eyelids grew heavy before I could read another line, and I let the sweet slumber wash over me.
"Mmm," I moaned as something hard and hot slid inside me. My body felt as though it was not my own, my legs felt as though they were suspended in the air and held by something warm and firm.
I opened my drowsy eyes and noticed a handsome blonde-haired man on top of me, he held my feet firmly and then whispered.
"I'm letting you settle for a minute, I'm not fully in yet, my lady."
-Oh my God!! I am having one of those vivid sex dreams that I've read about!-
Before I could fully appreciate the moment, he thrust into me so deeply that I let out a cry! His cock filled me entirely. I wasn't even sure that that could happen.
I had to remind myself to breathe, but as I was working through the 'ABC's' of respiration, he slid out of me and then thrust deeper.
I almost came.
I arched my back and slid my free hands to grip the silky sheets that kept evading my firm grip but even before I had aligned myself properly, he slid out and thrust again.
I groaned. I couldn't control my voice. I wanted to make sexy moans, but that was clearly not happening.
His thumb pinched my nipple, and a tingly sensation coursed its way down to my clitoris. My eyes rolled, uncontrolled, to the back of my head.
"Faster." I pleaded before I could stop myself, and he complied.
He let my legs fall freely to the side, and I wrap them around his waist.
My hands gripped the silky sheets under me as I let my breasts sway with his motion.
"Yes!" I screamed as my eyes fluttered shut. He threw me to the edge each time his cock ploughed deeper inside me. It teased something, something that I had long forgotten existed.
He moved faster and faster, and tears filled my eyes from the ecstasy that was bubbling uncontrollably from within, I didn't care who heard me, or If I would wake Milo with my moaning. I just wanted to come!
"Ple…e.s…e," I cried out, my voice cut short by his thrusts. Until finally, entirely out of my control, my body spasmed in orgasm.
I clenched my inner thigh around him, refusing to let go as I saw the entire big bang happen behind my closed eyelids.
-Fuck! When was the last time I came like that?-
I finally remembered to breathe as my body slowly returned to its usual state, and I gradually released my vaginal hold on him, for lack of a better word, but my body was still twitching.
"That- was- amazing-!" I said panting. "You're still-" I looked up to meet my sexy dream man's eyes, and my words were cut short in my throat.
His deep green eyes only reflected the look of pure hate and disgust.
Startled, I pulled away from him and took the sheets. I then covered my body pointlessly with it. As though it could shield me from his pointed malice.
"Wh- who a-," before I could ask my question, he spoke.
"Are we done, my lady?" his voice was deep, just like Aruto's but nowhere near as friendly.
I nodded, wanting him to leave because I suddenly felt very unsafe with him.
The blonde-haired man stood from the bed, naked. When he stood, his beautiful and muscular body was bathed in the moonlight, he grabbed a stray towel from a chair then wrapped it around his waist. The man then turned to the door and left, he was still hard. But he…
My hand trembled, but I decided to focus on something else, waking up.
Okay, now how do I wake up? I've had the sex, it was fun…Not so much what just happened now but whatever. –
"Wake up, Annabelle!" I said to myself.
I closed my eyes and opened them again.
I dropped my sheets and slapped both palms on my cheeks.
"Ow!"
Why did everything feel so vivid? I still felt the wetness between my legs and a dull throb of pleasure that pulsed through me each time I adjusted my position.
I have never had such a sex dream! Or dream for that matter, where I was fully conscious. I frowned, suddenly feeling uneasy.
As I pulled my hands away, my fingernails dragged a few strands of my hair.
-Black?-
-Why is my hair black? Did Mimo dye my hair? Why would she though?-
I took a fistful of my hair to examine it, black. All black!
I turned to examine the room.
The ceiling was different from the one I have, and so were the walls. The walls were dark, a deep purple that had vine brown-like structures that almost resembled the creeping roots of plants, while the ceiling was a deep brown while mine, had been white.
The sheets?
I threw the silky fabric beside me and quickly shot out of bed. My bedspread had been cotton and orange, not purple silk!
-What the…!-
I rushed to the mirror at the end of the room. I used the moonlight to gaze at my features.
Long black hair, purple eyes with a greenish glaze, clear skin, a tiny beauty spot under my right eye and a naked voluptuous figure: I was trim and petite, not shapely and tall, I had brown freckles on my skin, but they weren't there anymore. I touched 'my' face. It was beautiful, enchanting even, but it was not mine!
"This isn't me! This is not my body! Where the hell am I? Where is my body?"
Before I could stop myself, I let out a yell!
"MILO! MILO! What the…"
Men in heavy armour barged in yelling, 'my lady' 'my lady' then turning away when they noticed that I was naked.
"…hell is going on." I trailed in a low voice after the men barged in.
I was naked and screaming! I bet I looked like a lunatic but did that even matter? I shouldn't be here!
I covered my body or what I could with my hand, but obviously, that didn't have much effect on the situation.
"My lady!" A brown-haired maid swooped in and took one of my sheets from the bed then covered my bare body with it.
"My lady, are you alright?"
"N-no no, I am not!" I said, and everyone turned on high alert.
I leaned in and whispered to the maid, the only person who had dared to come near me.
"Who and where the hell am I?"
"P-pardon my lady?" she asked puzzled.
"Where the hell, and who the hell am I?" I repeated my question in an even lower tone, and she flinched as though she thought that I was testing her. That I would harm her if she did not give me a satisfactory answer.
"My lady…we are in Portburgh."
- Portburgh? Where have I heard of that name before?-
"Portburgh?" I repeated, trying the word on for size.
"Yes, my lady, you are Lady Vivanna Pursioe Rorei of Portburgh."
I am what now?!
"WHAT!" I yelled this and the guards startled.
"Um, my lady are you okay?"
Immediately she asked this, I gazed at my reflection in the mirror again, and the words from the book, 'My last wish', that described Lady Vivanna came to my mind.
Purple eyes, deep black hair that often looked like the feathers of the crows of death and beauty so enchanting that it was hard to believe that she was downright evil.
Lady Vivanna Pursioe Rorei, Duchess of Portburgh.
-OH MY GOD! I AM THE VILLAIN OF THE STORY!!-