The Alien King’s Mate part 10

VIVIAN

We cross the sea of reporters, leaving behind my human leaders who gave me away.

Although my head is covered, I can’t escape the flashes of cameras.

The King grips my forearm and leads the way, his warm touch stirring currents that comfort me. Whatever this chemistry between us is formidable. It’s inescapable. Like a second skin.

I peek up and see Vulcan’s chiseled jaw. I wonder if he’s chased by paparazzi on his planet. I can’t picture his life at all.

We enter the hotel, and within a minute, I’m safe inside a room—at least from the reporters. The King is still here, leering as I pull my cover off.

My nose picks up the distinct scent of cleaning products. Another person wouldn’t have noticed them, but I’ve been a cleaner for so long that I can identify the windex and the dust that wasn’t fully cleared.

Longing strikes me. I miss my job. Miss my life before it was stunned by gold.

“You should rest.”

My eyes fasten on the King—the man that declares himself as my new home.

I walk to the window and peek through the curtain. The reporters are still by the entrance, and some fan girls of Vulcan have joined. They hold signs, declaring their love for a man they don’t know.

“Are the women of your planet like this? Do they line up outside your home?” I ask.

He frowns. “No. I’ve only experienced this ferocity from humans.”

“They still have hope to be your yuri,” I tell him.

“Poor luck,” he replies, taking a step closer—a dangerously large stroll with his long legs. “I already found her.”

I grip onto the brown curtain tightly and look away as if that would put him further away. As if that would eliminate the large bed in the room and the expectation for us to share it.

“You should see what they have online about you,” I muse.

“Online?” He asks, taking another step forward. I’m afraid to continue the conversation because he might keep getting closer.

“Yes, on the internet.” Seeing his confusion, I ask, “you don’t know what the internet is although you have been visiting Earth for years?”

“I only stay for a few days at a time. Collectively, I have been on Earth for around one month. That is why I do not understand much about the women. Why I believed my informant when he said humans love the spotlight.”

Well that explains the horrid idea of swarming me with reporters outside of my therapist’s office.

He takes another step, standing an arm’s length away. I look around and grab the guest tablet on the table, holding it up to my torso like a shield.

“Well, the internet is an archive of the world’s information. There have been fan fictions written about you—hell, even porn.”

“Porn?”

My eyes widen. I see this as an opportunity to shock his world as he did mine.

“You don’t know what porn is?” I tap the tablet. Seeing that it’s unlocked, I open the browser and search for a fan fiction book. “Here. This is a romance novel inspired by you.”

He doesn’t glance at the cover as he asks, “did you read it?”

I scoff as I open a new tab. “Don’t flatter yourself, Alien King. Your head is big enough with those horns on top of it.”

I look up a porn site, and type in “popular videos,” selecting a video of a woman masturbating.

“This is porn. And yes, they’ve made deepfake videos of you.”

His face is expressionless as he looks at the video, unimpressed. I wonder if he gets royal treatment in his palace. If beautiful women tend to his every whim and offered so many experiences that he’s now immune to such simple erotic videos.

He takes the tablet into his massive hand and mimics me. He’s a quick learner. He taps the search bar and scans the keyboard. It takes him some time to find all the letters.

V-I-V-I-A-

“What are you doing?” I gasp, seeing that he’s typing my name into the search bar.

“I am looking for your porn video on the internet,” he explains nonchalantly. “That is the one I am interested in.”

“I’m not on any porn site!” I say, taking the tablet and setting it on the table. I turn back to the window, my face heating.

I set a hand on the cool glass. What are we doing, getting to know each other after arguing? The man has ripped me from my life. We are not friends.

I rub my temples and sigh. I am exhausted.

“Perhaps the most interesting thing I’ve learned about human women is that they are as beautiful as they are persistent. Those women outside are persistent, and so are you in the sense that you viciously fight our pull.”

His fingers unexpectedly wrap around my forearm, swallowing it. I stiffen, not having heard him approach. But I should have never turned my back on the predator.

I pull away, escaping the mystical sensation of his touch. I can’t think straight when he’s touching me.

“I’m going to bed,” I declare, walking around him and laying on the very edge of the bed.

“Very well,” he responds.

From my peripheral, I see him shrug off his white shirt. I close my eyes, unable to look although I had just watched porn with the man.

The bed dips as he lays beside me. “I am a deep sleeper. Wake me if you need anything,” he says.

I don’t reply. We lay many feet apart, staring at the ceiling. The automatic lights turn off, and only the thin stream of moonlight comes from the curtain’s gap.

I stare into the darkness for two hours, unable to sleep and hyper aware of the man beside me. This is so strange. 

His breathing is even, so I assume he fell asleep. I’ve been fighting my curiosity for hours. Painfully attuned to his presence, but avoiding the urge to look in his direction.

No matter how infuriating he is, no matter how confusing, he is still a king, and his body is probably as perfect and strong as his horns.

He said he’s a deep sleeper, so maybe… I turn my head and look at where the moonlight touches his skin. That strip of skin is perfect. Just as I’d expected.

I prop myself on my elbow for a better angle. He is not so overwhelming like this. Just a statue frozen in time.

My fingers warm as the pull calls for us to touch, but I won’t push my luck. Studying him is enough for now.

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