The Vampire Prince's Beloved

Coping With The Prince

After having his second shower that morning, Frednard strolled out of the bathroom in only a long tight cotton boxer briefs that displayed all his finely carved muscular tighs. A white towel was hung around his neck which he was using to dry his dark brown hair as he walked out of the bathroom. His thick back muscles tightened and his biceps contracted as he dried his hair with the towel. He had tattoos of different kinds, all over his hands.

A beautiful young lady, having only a short linen lingerie on her model-like body, was lying on the huge air bed some distance away from Frednard. She was obviously staring lustfully at him as he walked towards the bed. Frednard, standing at six-feet-three with such a body like that of a god, the young lady was not to be blamed for staring.

A drop of water from Frednard's hair escaped the towel and fell on Frednard's huge protruding muscular chest. The lady's eyes followed the drop of water as it rolled down to his slim abdominal muscles that looked like they were perfectly chiselled out of rock. The drop of water kept travelling down his belly and the lady's eyes didn't lose track of it. She wet her lower lip with her tongue as the drop of water approached the end of his upper body. Her face brighten as wide thoughts filled her mind. The drop of water had taken her on a ride and she wasn't planning to alight anytime soon.

"Why aren't you dressed to leave yet, Kate?" Frednard's baritone voice snapped her back from her fantasy.

"Hmmm?" Kate asked, trying to gather her senses back. She sat up and looked up to his face.

"You know I don't repeat myself," Frednard said with a straight face.

"Oh!" Kate said, after quickly trying to recollect what he said. "Why am I not dressed to leave yet," she repeated in a low voice. "I was waiting for you."

"Waiting for me?" he asked as he sat on the other side of the bed. He picked up his barely smoked big brown tobacco cigarette which he had left earlier on the ashtray sitting on a fancy marble stool beside the bed. "Why?"

"I was thinking . . ." Kate said, moving slowly closer to Frednard and rolling some strands of her hair with one of her right fingers. "That maybe we could spend some more time together –"

"Kate!" he cut her off before she could finish.

"My prince," Kate answered.

He took a puff from his cigarette, "When I left to have my bath, what was my instruction to you?" asked Frednard in a low but alarming tone. He wasn't looking in her direction but his voice sounded like a prowling predator in ambush, waiting to pounce on her.

"You said I should dress up and leave."

"Good!" he said, before exhaling a thick fume of tobacco smoke from his mouth. "So, I ask again," he said in a lower and scarier voice, "Why aren't you dressed up to leave, yet?" His countenance was still not towards her.

Kate knew very well from the warning in the prince's voice, not to thread further but she couldn't continue this way every time. She had to risk it to know her position in his life.

She always came to his house to satisfy him anytime and every time he called. She felt this had gained some ground at least. At this level, he shouldn't be tossing her out of his house anytime he was done with her like she was just a cheap w***e he got from the street. They had something going on between them so she should be given the privilege of leaving anytime she wanted.

She moved closer to him and placed her hand on his shoulder "But darling –"

"f**k you!" Frednard spat and sat up immediately, pinning Kate a scary glare. Kate quickly withdrew her hand and bowed. "Who the f**k is 'darling' ?!" His voice went low again, but deadly like a lion's growl.

"I am sorry, my prince!" Kate apologized, quaking in fear. She knew had gone too far with her words. The Vampire prince was pissed and her life could be in danger. "I didn't mean to –"

"Silence!" Frednard thundered and Kate swallowed the rest of her words. He grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her head close to his face such that his mouth was almost touching her left ear. Contours had formed around his forehead and his eyes were like naked flame.

Kate visibly trembled as his piercing words began to fill her ears. "So, just because I have you in my bed sometimes and I made you my secretary at work, you have forgotten your miserable place too soon?"

"I'm very sorry, my prince," Kate said with tears streaming from her eyes. She had started to cry, hoping that the prince would calm down and forgive her.

He pulled her by her blonde hair and she whimpered a little from the sudden pull of her hair. "Let today be the last time this mistake occurs. Is that clear?" His hot breath fanned her cheek.

Kate nodded her head in quick succession. Wanting to get free from his grip.

Frednard released his hold on her and Kate massaged her neck a little. He tapped her gently on the cheek and the corner of his lips went up in a smirk. "Good girl."

Kate, on the other hand, was grateful that she had not met her doom that day. Being with the vampire prince, was in itself risky but she had always overlooked it because of what she wanted to gain. She had high hopes that one day, Frednard would make her his wife.

She pushed herself down from the bed and went to pick her clothes from the cabinet where she had placed them. She picked up her clothes and wanted to take off her nightgown to put on her clothes.

"Now, you look so cute," Frednard said, with a smirk not leaving the corner of his lips. He liked his ladies to be submissive and weak looking. "Come, let us spend that time you talked about."

Even though Kate was unhappy with the prince because of his previous actions, she had no choice but to obey him so that she didn't jeopardize her chances of being the Vampire princess. She dumped her clothes, climbed the bed and crawled into his arms.

She rested her head on his bare chest and he said, "Now, that's my girl – cute and submissive."

"My neck hurts," Kate complained, pouching her lips. "You wanted to kill me."

"You caused it. You f****d up," he replied with his tobacco cigarette between his teeth.

"It was a mistake, my prince. I am sorry about that."

"You better be careful with the mistakes you make. Some may be costly and might cost you your life." Though he was no longer angry with her, his voice came with a sound of warning.

"I will be more careful, my prince," Kate said and brought her lips closer to his face, proposing a kiss.

Frednard wrapped his left hand around her, removed the cigarette from his mouth with his other hand and then accepted the kiss proposal. He placed his lips on hers and began the kiss but a knock came banging at the door, disrupting the moment.

"Who the f**k is that?!" Frednard thundered.

Kate moved away from him and covered herself with the bed sheet.

The voice of a middle-aged man answered from behind the door, "I'm sorry, my prince. It is me, Mac. I have some news for you.

"I am busy, Mac. Come back later."

"I'm sorry, my prince but it is urgent."

"I said it should wait till later. I am f*****g busy, Mac!" Mr Frednard barked, hitting his left palm heavily on the marble stool beside his bed.

"Angela was hit by a fast-moving truck a few minutes ago, my prince."

"What?!" Mr Frednard jumped off the bed and rushed to the door. "Is she dead?" he asked as he swung the door open.

"No, my prince but she is in a coma –"

"Damn it!" Mr Frednard spat and ran his finger down his short brown hair.

"But she is in the hospital now. We also caught the guy who ran her over."

"How the hell did she get run over? I thought I instructed you to send some guys with her to her mother's place?"

"I did exactly what you instructed but I don't know how this happened –"

"Bring me those bastards that went with her!"

"Yes, sir," Mac said in a low tone unenthusiastic tone.

"Release the truck driver. It wasn't his fault. I blame the fools that were placed to ensure her safety."

"Yes, my prince."

"Ensure she gets the best treatment. She mustn't die till she works off all her mum's debt."

"Okay, my prince."

"You may leave now."

Mac bowed and turned to take his leave.

"One more thing, Mac," Frednard's voice called back Mac's attention.

Frednard leaned forward and said some words to him in a whisper and Mac nodded with a straight face.

"I understand, my prince."

Frednard gave a asserting nod and Mac went to carry out the instructions. Frednard shut the door and turned towards the bed. There was a puzzle and concerned look written shortly on his face before it disappeared.

"This Angela lady, I thought she was your newly brought slave? Why do you seem so concerned about her?" Kate inquired with jealousy spiking in her voice.

Frednard pinned her a spiteful glare and Kate kept short. Her jealousy was almost getting her into trouble by poking her nose into the Vampire prince's private life which he had clearly warned her to stay clear.

"Don't make me remind you not to interfere in my business, Kate," Mr Frednard said with notes of warning. His voice was cold but had traces of suppressed anger. "Get dressed and leave now. I have things to attend to, Kate," he added and walked down to his wardrobe to put on some clothes.

"But I could wait for you here till when you are done –"

Frednard turned sharply towards her, his eyes shooting daggers and the veins around his neck protruding. That was enough to end Kate's protest. She quickly stood up to put on her clothes before things got out of control.