8.

"Hmm..." I moaned, "so good!"

"More..."

"Tastes so good!" I said before taking another piece of the chocolat tart.

From the first moment I walked in to the kitchen and spotted the chocolat tart, I've been experiencing foodporn. Yes, foodporn.

It tastes that good.

I've never eaten a tart that tastes this good. It surelly is made in heaven. If not, I wonder what hell tastes like.

Anyway, half of the tart was already gone and the 'King' has been looking at me like I'm crazy. And I'm not. I'm just eating my food. With my hands...

My mouth was covered in chocolat and I started licking it clean.

"You okay?" The 'king' had his eyebrows raised and was leaning onto the counter. His blonde hair was hanging infront of his eyes and he combed a hand through it, making it messy. So damn sexy. His piercing golden eyes were focused on me with amusement, making my knees tremble and my need for chocolat tart change into a much more powerful need then I've ever experienced.

"Fine." I murmered.

He outstrechted his hand and ran his finger across my bottom lip, making my blood ran cold and the hairs on my body stand up as if they were drawn to magnets. His thumb left my bottom lip and dissapeared in his mouth before he sucked off the chocolat sauce that was previously on my bottom lip. I licked my lip and looked down at my slightly shaking head.

Just do it.

Jump om him.

Ride him like a cowboy, girl!

Fuck him ha-

I shook my thoughts away and cleared my throath.

"Uhm... you want a piece?" I said shoving the 'o-so-delicious' chocolat tart towards him.

He made me adjust my eyes with his loopsided grin, "no, thank you. I already had a taste."

~

After I awkwardly ran out of the kitchen with a shitty excuse that I'd have to go to the toilet, I ran to the room I was staying in and laid down on the bed. Okay, actually, it was like this.

Ran out of kitchen.

Search for an hour.

Finally find my room after awkwardly opening every damn door in this castle, in the hope of finding my door but actually seeing someone else sitting on their bed or coming out of the shower with nothing but a towel covering their body.

Fucking awkward.

The room was extremely hot and I didn't fucking know how to turn on the cooler, so, I was fucked. I pulled up my dirty, black dress and threw it on the ground. My whole skin was sticky from sweat, which made me feel extremely filthy and gross. I stood up and began walking towards the bedroom while pulling at my soaked bra to come off. It finally budged after pulling for a while, I trew it on the ground next to my dirty dress and pulled down my panties at last. I opened up the door to the bathroom and grabbed my phone from the nightstand.

You're probably wondering why I haven't called my friends yet to come and get me, but I kinda like it here. And I'm still secretely hoping for a hot, sweaty night with the 'ki- no. Not going there. It's sunday today, so, I'll call them in the evening to come and pick me up.

I tried turning on my phone, but just with my luck, the battery is dead. Fuck me.

I wouldn't mind fucking the 'ki-

Keep it together, Kasey.

Jesus, I really have a mental problem...

I ignored my crazy inner thoughts and stepped in the shower. The bathroom was absolutely magnificent. It had a shower, a toilet and regular stuff like that. But the bathtub could go through as a jaccuzi. It was that big.

But I'm a weird person who preferes taking a shower over taking a long bath. My skin becomes all rimpled and I look like an old grandma, so, I prefer a quick shower and chilling on my bed afterwards.

I stepped into the shower and turned on the cooling water. I sighed deeply as I felt the cold water run down my back and cool down my whole body.

After enjoying my short shower I towel-dried my body and walked out of the bathroom with my towel wrapped around me. I laid down on the bed and was about to close my eyes when suddenly the door opened and someone walked in.

I screamed bloody-mary and tightened my towel around my body before sitting up.

A girl around my age, maybe even younger, stood in the doorway with an frozen expression on her face. Her eyes were striking blue and her blonde hair was tight up in a knot on top of her head.

"Excuse me, miss. I apoligize for my behavior, please, forgive me?" She looked awefully afraid and her head was bent down to the floor. Her hands were probably clasped at the back of her body and her white apron covered her whole body.

She looked rediculous. And I pitied her for it.

"It's okay. But may I ask what you're doing here?" I asked as nicely as I posibbly could.

"I'm here to tidy up your room, miss."

"That's absurd." Why would she clean up my room. I'm capable of doing do myself.

"I'm sorry, miss. But the 'king' ordered me to do so. And I can not go against his orders, miss."

"You can call me Kasey, stop with the 'miss', please." I saw her relax a bit when I added the 'please' to my sentence.

What the hell is this, though. I mean, maids are common if you're rich. But she doesn't seem like an average maid. She looks like some sort of bondswoman, a slave.

"You may come in." I spoke nicely, "I'm just going to put on some clothes for a moment and then I'll be back." I stood up from the bed, clitching my towel, and walked towards the closet. Which is fucking huge, by the way.

"But- miss." I turned back to her and met her blue eyes. I raised my eyebrows and uttered a "yes?", "the 'king' is asking for you, miss." She spoke softly with her head turned down.

"He can wait." I said smirking like a maniac. Felt good to ignore orders. He he he. Evil laugh.

The maid was looking at me with an open mouth and her eyes were seriously about to fall out of her sockets.

I know. I'm amazing.

I snickered softly to myself and dissapeared into the closet.