Nikola was born with the might of Africa in her veins. She was designed with one purpose - protect. She has a mission and failure is not an option. ...but how will Nikola justify risking her life for the girl that cost her everything.
Everyone had been set up in their rooms for the nights and once again Nikola was bound to a room with her wife and her fiancé. She was sweating bullets at the thought of sharing their bed again. It was hard enough to fight her urges last night. In fact, it was borderline painful to resist the relentless and beautiful women throughout the night.
She took a moment to sit outside of the house to get some space before being locked into a room with her two temptresses. She wanted some fresh air and quiet time with her thoughts before then. Wishful thinking.
"Hello, my queen," the world's most annoying voice spoke behind her, and her jaw instinctively clenched at the sound. She remained facing forward and waited with a clenched jaw for Natori to sit beside her.
"I know your father dropped you on your head like a chick, but could you at least manage not to call me 'your queen' when we're in public," she deadpanned.