The Alien King's Alluring Obsession

Edna

I hated trouble.

Jade had gotten the memo. She walked to her door and went inside. Although she shut the door, it wasn't fully closed. I could still see a thin strip of space left.

She wanted to peep at whatever was happening. Mr Blake's son didn't stop her from leaving.

He only had an issue with me.

I didn't even plan on giving myself to the father, giving my body to the son was even more impossible. I would rather die.

If Mr Blake's son tried anything, I would fight back with all my might. All thoughts of escape would fly out of the window then. If Mr Blake's son thought he can do anything he wants, I would show him that things weren't really like that. My face became colder.

"You think your father wouldn't do anything if you touch me? So wrong. If your father didn't consider me as an important person, he would have given me to you long ago. Know your place, I am trying all my best to be respectful." I finished. The man didn't make any move to touch me.

The muted sound of doors opening slightly, echoed beneath my words. I knew the other girls from the brothel had joined the audience. I had a feeling they wanted to see me fail.

Mr Blake's son suddenly smiled, "Edna, I have a suggestion. Why don't you stick to me instead? My father is old and he might not satisfy you. I am young, healthy and strong."

I saw the shadow further away shift. Some huards might be standing there.

I don't know if I should classify Mr Blake's son into a brainless and stupid category. I don't care if he was saying those words purposely to trap me or not. As a son, he wasn't supposed to say that kind of thing out loud. He was still depending on his father for everything currently. Now, he is spilling rubbish out of the dumpster he calls a mouth.

It was a painful sight to witness.

"Sir, with all due respect, I would have to turn your suggestion down. Mr Blake is my savior. I can't do that kind of ungrateful thing to him. Please, excuse me." I said.

Mr Blake's son wasn't having it. His hand shot out and held my elbow.

I glanced at the hand that was holding me before looking at him.

"Sir, what do you mean by this?" I spat.

"Are you not going to think about your decision deeply? You are giving me up for my father. Is your brain okay? Are you that obsessed with wealth? I knew it. You wouldn't want me because I can't give you big money, fame and everything else you desire. I blame my father for believing in your lies." He sneered.

Mr Blake son was acting according to the tested and tried template of many men. Most men would turn volatile if they are rejected. They would find joy in putting the person that rejected them down.

It was classic men behavior.

"I am only going to be with your father for a few days. Do you think I would squander all the things he has during that time frame? How can that be possible? You are insulting your father to get in my underwear. How do you expect me to

think highly of you? You are unreliable and a backstabber. No amount of money, fame and the other things you think I want would erase this fact. Your father is better than the person you are a thousand times over." I said.

I shook my arm and his hand fell away. He didn't make a move to grab me again.

I walked away from him.

The moment I shut the door to my room after entering, I heaved a sigh of relief.

I was finally going to have my alone time. This past few minutes was filled with tension I didn't want.

Oh boy.

*****

The next few hours passed by in a blur. Some servants brought food for us and they came back a few hours later to take the used plates back.

After eating, it was time to start the waiting game.

Mr Blake's party was going to hold the next night. I can't act tonight.

Mr Blake might be suspecting me and I don't want things to go awry because of my impatience.

I planned to make my move very early tomorrow morning. At that point in time, Mr Blake might have relaxed his vigilance and the other people around wouldn't expect me to escape then. Sweat beaded on my palms. I kept cleaning it with the handkerchief I found in the wardrobe.

There was a window connected to my room. I watched the sun go down slowly.

Once the sun had fully disappeared, I stood up.

It was time.

I grabbed the makeup bag and tucked it into the waistband of my skirt. I covered the bulge with my top.

I continued to adjust it again and again until the bulge from the makeup bag wasn't visible at first glance.

Once I was finished with the preparations, I opened my door and walked out of my room. I closed the door gently.

Noise was coming from some of the rooms so I knew most of the brothel ladies weren't asleep yet. I walked to Madeline's door and knocked.

Footsteps approached the door before pulling it open. Madeline's face was without any expression.

However, that changed when she saw my face. She rolled her eyes before leaning on her doorway.

Her body blocked the space between the door and the doorframe.

She raised a brow, "So, what do you need now I? I didn't think we have gotten to the stage of visiting each other's rooms."

"Madeline, I know we have some unresolved issues between us but, we have to put that aside. I have a favor to ask from you." I widened my eyes.

The noise coming from the other rooms gradually disappeared. I ignored the eavesdroppers.

Madeline burst into a laughing fit.

After a few moments, her laughter died down and she straightened up.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

She pointed at me, "So, you mean you need my help? You never thought this day would come did you?"