Room 65

Mateo.

Because there is no doorbell, I knock. Nobody responds.

“My king, can you hear what I am hearing?” he inquires. “I can hear a woman moan.”

“What in the hell are you thinking, Josh?” I yell at him. “What the fuck is going on in your head? I won’t let you think negatively of my queen.”

“But, king, we both hear the sound, and you know what it means,” he says with a bow.

“You mean my mate is fucking with another male inside her room?” I inquire. “Is that what you are trying to say?”

I’m not sure why I keep denying it when I know what he’s saying is true. My heart is shattered. It feels like someone is stabbing me in the heart. Why have I come here to see this? Why? This is too much for me to bear. After searching and hunting for her for years, this is what I see. I’m filled with wrath. I should not have come here just to see another guy fucking her clitoral. He’s fucking something meant for me. Just thinking about it makes me want to die.

“I think we should go, my king