CHAPTER 11
FRANKIE
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My entire body feels like its on fire. He caught me…I would have fallen flat on my face, and I normally would have pushed him away and accepted my fate, but I allowed it. I saw more emotion from him tonight than I did earlier. Earlier all I witness was his anger and hatred towards me. He’s clearly got a few screws loose too, since he smirked at the fact I stabbed him, which is a whole other problem on its own, but tonight…he seemed different.
He treated that girl for what she was…a whore. Seeing him fuck her like that, sent my brain into a frenzy. I hated him for treating her like that, but at the same time, I felt…jealous. Jealous that she doesn’t care about someone touching her in that way. Jealous that she can enjoy herself and seek pleasure when it’s needed.
He was nothing short of perfection himself. His body was everything I pictured, and his cock…I shake my head and step out of the elevator into the lobby. I will not be getting involved with him in that way, and I know he feels the same way towards me. We hate each other. I haven’t made it easy for him to feel anything different towards me, and I’m not in this to be a blood whore…never again.
I wonder how much he actually knows about me. The fucker did research, and I honestly didn’t expect that. I didn’t think he cared enough to find anything out about me, but at the same time, he should have known I was clear enough since I’m one of his city’s enforcers.
I don’t want him to know anything about me. I don’t want him to pity me for what I’ve been through.
Pity…right.
I don’t think he even knows the meaning of the word. He doesn’t seem to give a shit about anyone, and I rather it be like that towards me as well. I don’t need his help, and I don’t need his protection. He said as much anyways. He won’t get involved if I do something to get myself killed.
That won’t happen. I have enough experience fighting against the dark world dwellers to be able to handle myself just fine.
I hop in my car, glancing back at the tower one last time. Tomorrow will be the first official day that I’ll be working for King douchebag.
What should I wear…
I shake my head and scream at the top of my lungs at the fucking audacity of the thoughts running through my head. Who gives a fuck what I wear? I need to keep my focus so I can do this job without dying in the process.
My stomach growls again and I let out a heavy sigh. “I should have swallowed my pride and taken him up on the food offer,”
I grumble to myself. I startle when my phone pings next to me and grab it. I stare at it confused.
Frankie,
You are to be at Valkyrie Tower by seven tomorrow morning to go over the first details of the assignment.
That was quick. I didn’t expect Alex to message me already, but I guess it’s better to let me know now since it’s so early in the morning. I punch out a quick reply.
Okay, Alex. I’ll be there. Sorry for tonight…I…
How do I even apologize for something like that. I just got hired and I’m already ignoring the first in command and stabbing his fucking King.
I didn’t mean to go against your request for me to not bother Wren, but the last thing I expected was to walk in on him naked and fucking a fang-banger. He’s surprisingly…fit.
My face flushes with embarrassment as I finally press send on the message. He’s quick to reply back and now I’m really confused.
This isn’t Alex.
What?
Oh, I’m sorry. I thought Alex would be messaging me. King Valkyrie said he would be the one in contact.
I’m completely flustered at the fact I just assumed it was Alex messaging me, and even more embarrassed at the fact that I not only called the King by his name in the message, but that I basically admitted that he’s hot to a complete stranger.
Alex was going to message you, but he already went home, so I figured it wouldn’t be an issue if I sent the meeting time myself, since it’s so early and I don’t want you to be late.
Wait…
Is this…King Valkyrie?
Wren is fine.
I can feel the blood rushing from my body as I go into complete shock. This is so much worse. Talking to a complete stranger would have been less mortifying. My phone pings again and my entire body is shaking while I want nothing more than to crawl into a dark hole and die.
Bring your appetite. This will be a breakfast meeting, and I do not wish to be the only one eating while we go over the details. Alex will meet you in the lobby as we will be meeting in a different area of the tower, so we’re not interrupted.
I can’t even get my body to move to even respond to him at this point. I feel like I just died on the spot…staring at this blasphemous phone. He messaged me directly. That can’t be normal, right? He shouldn’t be getting involved in mundane tasks like this. He’s a figure head and a ruler, nothing more. I can’t even picture him getting his hands dirty for anything.
I mean…he looks like he COULD get his hands dirty.
Fucking brain. Sure, he’s fit enough to be able to handle himself with sheer muscle mass, but it’s not like he would have any technique to really do any damage to someone with more experience. My phone pings again and I’m cringing internally at the fact I didn’t respond.
Is that alright with you, Francesca?
Yes, that’s fine. I’ll be there.
Perfect. Have a good night.
Thank you…you too.
Wren.
He’s acting stranger by the minute, and I can’t get a proper read on him. I lean my head back on the headrest as my body completely drains of energy. I wonder if this is his typical reaction for things. Does he have breakfast meetings often or is this a completely random moment? I don’t even know what to think anymore, and that frustrates me to no end.
This was supposed to be simple enough, but every minute that ticks by, makes me realize just how complicated this whole thing is. Adrian really fucked me on this assignment. I should have fought him tooth and nail and pushed to have myself removed from this situation.
I let out another scream of frustration and curse at my piece of shit car when it doesn’t want to start. “Fuck!”
I sob. My emotions are slipping, and I just feel completely overwhelmed. If he knows everything about me and my past, I don’t know if I can face him. He must realize I hate all vampires, not just him, and for good fucking reason. They’ve been a hindrance to my life for years and I just can’t escape them.
I finally get my car started and head home. I swear the entire time I climb the multitude of stairs and flop onto my bed, wishing that today was just a fucked-up dream. Nyx meows and jumps up onto the bed and curls herself up against my side. “I’ll have to figure out arrangements for you if I don’t make it through this,”
I whisper quietly as I brush my fingers through her fur.
I hate the thought of leaving her, but it would be worse if I don’t set something up so that she’s taken care of if things go wrong. She doesn’t deserve to be sent off to some shelter.
Maybe Wren can set something up for me.
I laugh at the thought and close my eyes, letting exhaustion overtake me.