MY TREASURED DESIRE

CHAPTER THREE: Good God, Please, Forgive Me!

Good God, Forgive Me – Reynold Chang’s POV.

The Associate’s Chalet, George-Orji Mansion, Brentford, UK.

My sins of the past started pricking my heart, especially when I consider how pure and pious Princess Alexa turned out to be… Of course, I regretted my contribution to the status quo, having strong emotional depression whenever I thought of what I had passed through in finding my life partner – to an extent that my father had to offer a helping hand that eventually turned sour. The decision to take my destiny into my hands and find my bride was hatched after my father convinced me to get closer to his business partner’s daughter and see if the encounter could change the equation of my bad luck in finding a compatible fiancée. The King had reasoned that since the damsel, Greta Merkel, came from a wealthy background, she would not be greedy for a position of power or seeking filthy lucre.

Greta is a very attractive lady, but I trusted my disciplined self that this meeting would not throw away reason. But I never imagined how prepared to disarm she could be. That former beauty queen took control of my senses, and I forgot all my pieces of training on morals and strict indoctrination from the Royal Academy… She was a slay queen. I only came visiting for a strict purpose, but my temptress hostess had changed into a highly sexy pink negligee as she appeared from a corner of her kitchen with a huge jug full of exotic juice, with two large wine glasses – while I waited in her sitting room. Then, she knelt before me, giving me a peck on my lips, and asking me:

“How do I look, Prince Reynold of Achaia?”

I felt like, what is she getting at? The woman my father wanted me to marry to solidify our business partnership… In reply, I spoke what came to my mind: “luscious and alluring… Are you tempting me?”

Her reply was: “No, why should I tempt my future husband?” and we laughed it off. Though I wanted to be cautious, her enticing moves ensured that we were still cuddling one another affectionately.

We discussed the Union that her father brokered with the King, and as a Money Management expert, I expect that my coming today is expected to dot the “I” s and cross the “T” s on those matters, and I admit that we did something else – under the bated breath of erotic pleasures – rather than brainstorming on our compatibility on serious life issues with a clear head! I thought that we would plan how we would mutually enter actual like-mindedness discourse in a few months, or so… But she had speed on her side, for a future empress. I wondered if I was doing the right thing as I was trying to pick her up into the bedroom and he tried to resist. Then, I seemed to get hold of my senses and gulped the contents of the glass of juice, so I could leave. But I wasted a little more time, and soon felt like getting some fresh air, as my body longed for real s*x.

Oh, I helplessly fell into her temptation: She became an indispensable pleasure that cannot be ignored by any ‘complete’ man!

After about two hours of being together, she told me her love story… She told me about her s*x life and asked me about my first love. I told her the plain truth that I am still searching for love… I knew that all we had, including this one, was all lust… I was bound by the need to see if our parents’ proposed espousal could work, but here we are… I sincerely hope she will move on when she meets someone who can sweep her off her feet and make love to her as I did… or even better. Later, I asked her, sensing we had passed the stage where she could tell me lies: “What is your own worst behaviour,” without becoming interested in her conclusions and advice.

And her response was instructive: “We are wealthy, but I get my kick from gambling. I once lost Dad’s $1,000,000,000=! He sent me to a Rehabilitation Centre. But I sneaked out… Later, I was forgiven. Dad’s psychologist said that if I find someone I love so truthfully, I will listen to him and forget the bad habit… I hope it works between us!”

I knew that I had got enough facts to investigate this German-Achaian. She strikes me as the exact opposite of the candidate I need for the future Empress position. This is an adventurous, sensuous lady, not the brilliant, cool, calm, personable, and citizen-loving image in my head. She wanted me and… I am sorry I fell for it: but we both had “fun” while it lasted, though. I hope a miracle will happen and she finds the type of person that will make her life complete. I decided, there and then, that I needed to find my Queen, not this pleasure unit… I hope the good God will forgive me for falling into this temptation.

My Cousin, Green Ray, keeps coming to my mind as Greta speaks of her fantasies. Raymond had many adventures, but seems to be lost on one small fairy in one of our universities that he keeps telling me half-stories about… I guess he was not sure, or he would give me her name. Raymond is the only human being who could get my full confidence on all matters, and even handle this matter for the family… Though I feel he has no attachment to any lady yet, he has a mastery of touches on romantic matters. He naturally has a flair for adventure, fantasies, and “Aladdin” types of love stories. And he has a way of solving deep mysteries. Incidentally, apart from being my most cherished blood relation, I know that this is his job. I am determined to ensure that Greta is happy… But not like this, not for me anymore… She is my citizen. I must even make restitution for taking advantage of her body.