The Risen Queen and Fallen King (Unedited)

Josie’s POV

“Go on. Do it.”

I am pressed against the door to Darby’s bedroom. I was walking down the hall’s this morning when suddenly loud moans caught my ears.

“Take me baby, take me!” She gasps before releasing a shuddering moan. “Oh my god. .

I press against the door harder. Is she okay?

“Ugh, you feel so good.. So wet and tight..”

Wait a minute. Whose Karlos? What are they talking about?

“Oh baby. . oh, it’s so big. . Mnna! Smack my ass and pull my hair, baby..”! Her moans grow louder, and louder, and louder. Is she hurt?

“Oh, shit, ah! Ah! AH! Fuck-Harder!”

Harder? I try for the door handle, and lucky for me it’s unlocked.

“Ah! Shit.. I’m coming! I’m coming, I’m coming. Fuck me! Oh, yeah. .”

The second I hear those words I’ve already flung the door open.

The scene I see is not one of absolute innocence.

I see Darby, as bare as the day she was born. She lays on a bed, and hovering over her is a male. Whom, I do not recognize..

My eyes immediately zone in on his manhood.

“Nope!” I cover my eyes and start feeling for a towel as the stranger-Karlos-scrambles to get up. A towel, a blanket, a washcloth, a napkin, anything!

I grab a piece of long fabric and toss it at him. I point to the door, “G-Get out of pervert!”

He scurries out, leaving Darby breathless on the bed.

I uncover my eyes, my hand still pointed at the door-no wait, never mind, the wall.

Darby breathes out and flops back.

I look around the room. Clothes are strewn all throughout it. Hanging from her chandelier is a bra and a belt.

Really?

Why the fuck are you looking?!

I cover my eyes again and point to a random item. “Cover, please.”

Darby clicks her tongue, laying on her side as to show off the curve of her body. “Are you sure? Do you want to maybe-?”

“No. Fucking. Way.” I stop her where she is. I bat my hand in her direction. “Dress!”

She slides off her bed and walks over to a chair. Throwing on her bathrobe, she ties the strap, “Okay, you can open.”

I open my eyes hesitantly, before staring at Darby. “What the fuck were you doing?”

Darby giggle, “Just that very thing. Fucking.”

I roll my eyes, “Well I’m not sending any maids in here, so you’re going have to clean all this up.”

Darby sighs before snapping her fingers. Suddenly everything disappears in a puff of blue and gold magic. The clothes, the mess, the disheveled bed. Everything is neat and the air no longer smells of orgasms, but of daisy’s.

I look around, bobbing my head in admiration. “Nice.”

Darby wipes at her eyes sleepily. “Yeah..” She sits on a sofa chair, curling into a ball. She hugs her knee’s to her chest.

I walk towards her, and take a seat across from her on the ottoman. “Hey. Whats wrong..?”

Darby shakes her head, “Nothing..” But when she opens her eyes. They’re red and swollen from.. crying?

I take her hand. “Hey. You can tell me.”

She sighs and wipes at her nose. “I really thought I had a chance with Jabeth.. but he left..”

I nod. Jabeth left a week ago, this very day. Dad sent him off, and honestly, I wasn’t as happy as I thought I would be. But at least everything is now back to normal.

I shrug. “Yeah, well.. He’s home now.”

She nods. “Yeah.. I guess.. But..” She wipes at her eyes, “You must miss him. He’s your fiance.”

I flinch at that word. It’s been a week since I’ve heard it. “Yeah. Jabeth wasn’t. . invisible to me. But I can’t say I really miss him.”

Darby nods. “I do.”

I smile. “Well, just think. When we’re married. You will be my enchantress, and you’ll see him everyday.”

Darby nods again before lighting up. “Ooh! Speaking of which. I convinced the Council.”

I scowl. “Huh?”

“I convinced the Council, that there could be another way for peace besides your marriage.. I just don’t know what it is.”

I grin. “Great! In the end, if we find it. I will have a shot at love, and Jabeth won’t have to deal with women anymore.”

Darby beams. “That was why I fucked Karlos.”

Well that was sudden. “Why again?”

“To get my mid off of Jabeth. Sex has always helped me.”

I nod. Okay...

I always thought people called it, “making love”. My mom did, my dad does, Jerny does. Then why does Darby say, “sex”?

I ask that very question, and Darby easily responds. “To me, having sex is basically fucking someone to get rid of stress or because you need a release. But making love is when you fuck someone you love and who loves you.”

I blink. “Okay.. So sex is fucking someone when there is no love between them. Making love involves fucking someone where it is mutual?”

Darby nods. “Exactly!”

Not gonna lie, I’m feeling very uncomfortable with this topic.

But all the more reason for me to find a way to end this engagement. If me and Jabeth get married, there won’t be any love. And since his Majesty want’s grandchildren. Having “sex” wouldn’t be so great for me. And seeing as how Jabeth doesn’t like women, I’m sure he would be less compliant.

I would rather make love with someone I love and who loves me.

I swallow down my questions and get up, saying my goodbyes before bolting to the library.

I tap my pen on my desk. Feeling distracted.

What is wrong with me? Ever since I came back, I’ve been like this.

I type onto my computer, ‘Why do I feel distracted?’

The only results I can find are ADHD, home/love sick or just the regular kind of sick.

I groan and shut my computer. Nothing helpful.

I look out my window to see the fresh coat of snow covering the ground of the Hell’s. Summer is over, so now winter is here. The temperatures freezing enough to kill, but it’s-oh so beautiful. And most of the Fallen in the Hell’s have adjusted to the climate changes over the years, so it’s nothing big to us.

I wonder what the snow would look like with the sun. Sparkling I bet, like jewels.

I wear a pair of comfortable sweatpants and a thin t-shirt that clings to arms and torso. My hair is wet from a shower, sticking to my forehead and my temple’s while I drink a mug of coffee.

Suddenly a knock sounds at the door of my office, and I get up to open it. My office is a very large one, with two wall connected bookshelves, a long, oak desk and a leather rolling chair. A TV sits on the wall by the bathroom door, with a coffee table and two sofa’s in one corner by the window, plus a chair facing it. A quilt my grandmother made sits on the metal rung rack connected to the underside of the coffee table.

I open the door, expecting Xavier or my brothers, father, even a maid. But the face I get, is none of those.

And it is certainly not welcome. “Natasha?”

She stands in the doorway, leaning against one side with one leg curled up against the doorframe, and her other hand planted against the opposite side of the doorway. “Well hello, Jabe-”

I let the door close in her face and head back to my desk.

“Oh, come on. Jabeth!” Her voice is muffled behind the door. She somehow manages to open it and closes it behind her, watching me under her lashes.

I am in no mood for Natasha White.

“What?” I ask, my tone of voice suggests I am annoyed.

She slinks up to my desk before sitting against the corner of my desk. She looks the same as before, with long straight black hair, dark skin and big black eyes, even the beauty mark under the corner of her right eye is still there. “Can’t you welcome your favorite person in the world?”

I almost snort, but I wouldn’t even give her the satisfaction. “What do you want?”

How shocking it is that it’s only natural my ex-secretary would come back after two years to harass me.

She leans forward, an arm crossing the center of my long desk. Her head slinks my way, like a snakes, her lips bulging towards my own. “I just want to be with you..” Her voice is sweet and the smell of her breath sweeter.

To some.

To me, it’s like fumes from a toxic-waste dump. “And in what way?” I ask. I don’t move as she tries to seduce me with every brush of her fingers, with every click of her tongue, with every flutter of her lashes and every curve of her body. She crawls like a bitch on my desk until she eventually straddles me, hands on either side of my neck. I repeat my question, feeling her breath fan my lips. “And in what way?”

She scoffs, as if it’s obvious. “In every way.” She migrates a finger from my chin, under my jaw, down my throat and to my collar bone. “Heart, soul, mind..” she presses bother her palms against my chest, loving the feel of the firm, hard muscle under my skin, “. . and body.”

She trails her bottom lip across the line of my jaw, meanwhile I look past her head and scribble down notes on a piece of paper.

Replace the lock on the door.

“Jabeth, baby..” She nuzzles her nose against my temple.

“Natasha,” I hiss. Her gaze flies back to mine. It’s obvious just the sound of her name on my lips is enough to turn her own.

“Jabeth, I burn for you and only you. .” her breathing becomes heavy as Natasha presses herself against me. Her body goes limp as she arch’s her back and looks up at me. “Fuck me.”

I snort before I grab her wrists and fling her over my head. She flies over the back of my chair until she lands hard on her butt, laying on the floor behind me. “Ow!”

“Fuck you?” I ask, pointing a pen at her. “You’re not the first to say that. Besides,” I gesture to her chest, “I don’t burn plastic, it’s bad for the environment.”

I feel a shiver of cold down my spine when a water droplet drips from the tip of my hair down my shirt. I get up from my chair and go to grab a towel off the coffee table, scrubbing my hair as I dry it well.

Natasha gets up from the floor and limps over to me. “Why do you have to be so cold to me?”

“Because you won’t leave me alone.” I go to the door of my office. “I have work to do, so please leave.” I turn the knob and open the door, a drop of water slides down my nose bridge. “I fired you because you were smelling my shampoo. Just because you don't work for me anymore doesn't mean you're free to come and go as you please. Now leave.”

Natasha slumps toward my office’s exit. "I can't believe you let me on like that. ." When she whirls in the doorway. “And you. . but I-”

“I’m getting married."

Her face pales, and I shut the door in her face, locking it again. I turn around and huff.

I’ll give it to Josie, at least she isn’t like that.