Mates But Enemies

Chapter 18: The Throne

Absalom's POV

I stood by the window in my building, it was sunrise and I loved watching sunrise. My hand in front of

my short and the other in my hair, I couldn't get rid of the thoughts about my next step into finding my

mysterious woman's identity, I had tried several ways to get to know who she really was but to no avail.

It felt like she was purposely hiding from me, I admit that I played with girls because each of them were

in one way after my money or my position in the city. They loved the power I exuded and the

heartbreak they just wanted to get heartbroken from me so they could say it somewhere that they had

once had a relationship with me. And they loved my energy I put into them making them the most

satisfied women on earth. So it didn't matter the number they were around me. They all got me as

much as they loved to but this woman, she came into the lane and wanted me all for herself which I

never wanted to happen. That one night as I sat in the club, the VIP corner, the lights dim where we

could see what was going on outside but the outside couldn't see clearly I saw her in her mask on the

dance floor, she piqued my curiosity as soon as she came in sight. And it seemed that she wanted my

attention too, I really thought she was one of those women but with every step she took, my heart

rushed in me and I got turned on as soon as i saw those hideous eyes. When she got to the

bodyguards, they tried to stop her but i asked them not to. She got to me and finally sat on my legs, her

widespread then she whispered into my ear,

“Enjoying the show?”

Her voice sent me into entrance as shivers run down my entire being as soon as it was spoken, I sent

my lips to hers but she dodged. I looked straight into those eyes and before i knew it, a knife sliced my

eye, I held onto it and looked on shocked. She got up slowly and took my hand and said,

“Accompany me tonight, this is the only way i can recognize you the next morning, my apologies. ”

Blood poured from my face but none of my bodyguards had seen what had happened, i pulled her a

closer and smelt that i had a really drunk woman in my arms and had foolishly allowed her to harm me.

So I got up and took the sluggish woman in my arms, my hands filled with blood. I had closed my left

eye and walked past my bodyguards, they saw my hurt face but i shook my head not to follow me and

they nodded.

I got to the room and led her into my bed, I didn't understand why she was so drunk and yet sane but i

had to attend to my face first even though I so wanted to be on her as soon as we stepped inside the

room. I got it treated after calling in the room service for bandages and sterilized alcohol. As soon as I

was done, I got to her who was sleeping so soundly I didn't want to disturb her. So i got closer and tried Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

to pull off the mask to see who was behind it but as my hand was getting closer to her, I felt an ache on

my arm. I looked at it to see my arm cut with blood flowing, then I saw her holding a knife still sleeping.

She was a mysterious woman indeed, the alcohol oozed from her mouth and nose as she breathed so

I knew she was really drunk otherwise I would have thought she was faking it I attended to the next

wound and went closer to her once again but she swept away to the far end of the bed so I let her be

and decided to go and get a little more drunk but then I remembered I had to meet my brother that day

so I left the room. I woke up the next morning to a stain of blood on the bed and the woman no where

to be found. Surprisingly, I didn't remember ever doing anything to her in the first place. But a few

months as she kept coming to my head, but nowhere to be found, she appeared one day in the same

club in the same hotel Fantasia as it is named with a protruding stomach and said it was mine and I

couldn't defend myself. As I recalled everything they took place between us, I heard my cell phone

ringing. I went for it and saw the ladies for the night awoken by the ringing, they sat on the bed

drowsily. I looked at them and nodded, they understood what I meant and excused themselves. I

looked at the caller and saw that it was the omega that was truthful to me from our kingdom was

calling. He never brought in good news so I hanged up the call but he kept calling so i answered,

“Come home, its time to take the throne and it could be either you or any of your brothers Absalom. ”

He said commandingly.

And that was all he had to say and he hanged up. The throne could be either of us?...