Holy mother! No way!
Life has never been easy for Queen. Not that she complained, she never asked for an easy life, actually she went out of her way to make it hard. She liked herself hard and disciplined. Always compartmentalizing, when it was time for pleasure she did her best and business she gave her all. Two worlds that never crossed paths. So when her alarm beeped on her nightstand she was already awake.
Her hand slipped out into the cool air and pressed the stop button and her eyes stayed shut. The mattress sank with movement.
Queen's eyes snapped open, looking up at the ceiling then the window as morning light seeped through the faded curtains. She was still in her father's house and there was someone in bed with her. Slowly, as if afraid to make a sound she turned to look at the form sleeping next to her. No! No way! She thought. For a moment her vision threatened to tunnel. She blinked and willed her eyes to wander around her bedroom. To the pictures on the wall where she was in KDF uniform, laughing with the men in her team. Others were of her when she was younger, it's weird how her face didn't seem to change. She still had the dimples, her skin was still fair, too fair for someone in the army, her locks although longer were still unruly. The only thing that one could pin point on was her eyes, they looked younger, more innocent and naïve in the picture compared to her now hard emotionless marbles.
She blinked, her eyes dropping to the messy floor. Clothes, her boots and a strange pair of sandals, a bra too big for her tits and a dress she could now remember seeing somewhere, maybe in a dream.
As if on cue, a feminine hand shuffled in the quilt, popping out into the cool air then snaking around Queen's waist. Holy mother! Queen thought, abruptly sitting up.
