Her king

"stoppa an ithe ar fad mo chuid milseáin!" (Stop eating all of my fucking sweets) Slamming the cupboard door and then storming into our small living room.

Freya, my best friend of three years, since I moved to New York, looked like she was a deer caught in headlights.

"Stop yelling at me in languages I don't understand, it freaks me out." She mumbled the last part.

"Then stop eating all my fucking sweets, ya bitch."

I could see her rolling her eyes at me from the corn of my eyes. "it's candy, and if you don't want to share then don't leave it lying around my little leprechaun."

I give her my death glare, "don't call me a leprechaun."

She giggled at my dirty looks towards her. "What are you doing today then? Are you going to that kindergarten interview? It would be a good experience for you, and you love kids."

"Yeah, it's at two o'clock. It's twelve now, so I've got two hours to get ready. Do ya mind if I borrow that pink blouse of yours?"

"No it's in my closet, I think your black dress pants would go great with that top and your black stilettos?" Freya is like a fashion genie, she always blinked what to wear for any occasion

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I walked through the entrance of the kindergarten. It was cute, the kid's art pinned all over the walls.

"Hi I'm Linda, the manager of Tiny Tots kindergarten and if I'm not mistaken you must be Rosalie McCarthy." She shook my hand. I already liked her, she seemed lovely.

"Hi, yes I'm Rosalie but I go by Lia."

Linda gave me a warm smile and told me to follow her to her office. She walked around a broad wooden desk and gestured me to sit down on one of the two chairs in front of the desk.

"Have a seat, Lia, I've already looked through your files and I think you would be great for the job but I must warn you. This particular class can be a bit... troublesome."

I was surprised, to say the least, I got the job! She had not asked me any questions or not. I could be a serial killer for all she knows.

"I have substituted in many kindergartens, I-" I was cut off by Linda.

"I know. Don't worry I read your file, I think you would be perfect. But this particular class has made three other teachers leave out of stress, the class just won't behave." She looked as if she was about to start crying. Most likely worried I will turn the job down now knowing about my classes behaviour. They couldn't have been that bad.

I mean how naughty could a group of five years old's be?

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I barely had time to close my front door before I had Freya pouncing on me.

"My biiiaaatch, did ya get the job hunny bunny" still straddling me, I was fighting to get her off me.

"Yeah I did, get off me you fatass." she got off me and started rambling about going out to celebrate and some club that had opened a few weeks ago.

Freya loved to party, and she would use any excuse she could to get me to come with her. I liked drinking but I hated clubs.

An over building with lots of sweaty strangers, practically having sex on the dance floor? That was so not my scene.

Freya went clubbing almost every weekend, hook random guys each time. who would just get up and leave the next morning before she would even wake up, not that she cared. She did the same thing, to other guys she hooked up with.

I always thought Freya was gorgeous. she had blond curly hair and blue eyes and she stood at 5'5 which was tall compared to me. I have a more hourglass figure, I've always been insanely insecure about my size for years. I was 5'0 and had long straight hair and blue eyes. Freya told me countless times that she would kill for my body but that didn't stop me from believing him-.

My thoughts were cut off by Freya waving a perfectly manicured hand in front of my face.

"Hello anyone home?? Seriously, woman, I've been talking to you for the last five minutes but your obviously off skipping in la la land."

"Oh shit sorry!" I giggled "I keep getting caught up in my thoughts."

"Whatever." She began walking out of our living room and down the hall. "Come on my love we've got to turn into even sexier independent women too drop defined jaws and make dicks stand up." She called from her room.

I rolled my eyes at her silliness and followed her.

I walked to see her laying clothes out on her bed.

"What are you doing?" I asked while picking up a cherry red dress.

"I'm choosing outfits for us to go clubbing in." She took the dress I was holding. "This would look great on you with knee-high boots, go try it." she shoved the dress back into my arms along with the ridiculously long boots.

I put the put outfit on and can I say I looked fine. The dress defined my curves perfectly leaving very little to the imagination.

Freya was wearing a black lacy top and glittery high waisted shorts with nude pink stilettos.

"Bitch we are looking fine as fuck," I commented while Freya twirled.

"Don't I know, now sit I have to do your make up. Don't move." It took Freya forever to finish but the outcome was amazing. Next, she done my hair. It was messily curled with half my hair tied in two buns. Then I stayed with her while she done hers.

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There was a long line waiting outside the club it took us over an hour to get it. When we finally got in we headed straight to the bar and ordered tequila.

"Come dance with me." Before I even had the chance to answer her I was getting dragged out to the dance floor. I danced with her until some guy came up to us and started grinding on her. She seemed to be having a good time so I went back to the bar, doing so I walked straight into a really hard wall.

"Watch what you fucking doing!" The wall spoke, it had a real deep sexy voice. I looked up to see the sexiest man I had ever seen. He was tall, muscular with dark hair. I couldn't see the colour of his eyes because of the lighting. He was so god damn sexy it was intimidating.

"Umm... I'm...I'm sorry." I felt like an idiot for stuttering.

"Nervous flower? Come. Let me buy you a drink." He laid his hand on the small of my back, pushing me towards the bar. They only thing I could think of was 'my panties are soaking and he hasn't even done anything sexual' over and over.

He was beautiful. With ocean blue eyes, a Roman-like nose and a chiselled jaw line, he looked as if he was a prince from a faraway land. He wore what I assumed was an Armani suit. He didn't seem like one of those big beefy guys she saw in the city, but everything about him screamed danger. Something about him told her that he was the guy that no one would ever dare cross unless you wanted to meet your death.

"So, Flower what would you like?" He was making me nervous under his watchful gaze. I unconsciously started picking at my dress.

"Umm...I...uh...-"

"Come on flower, I don't have all night." Scowling me, he was beginning to get impatient.

"Vodka lemonade." I squeaked out. He smirked at me! He knew he was intimidating me and he thought it was amusing.

He ordered our drinks and turned to me.

"Is that an accent I'm picking up flower?" I tried to hide my blush with my bangs.

"Yeah, I just moved here. Around six months ago..." he nodded while paying for our drinks and handed me mine.

"Where from flower?"

"Thanks. I'm from Ireland." He didn't reply, instead, he studied me. I didn't try to converse with him. I drank my alcohol and figured under his gaze. Until Freya decided to come looking for me to dance with her again. I was beginning to get a little tipsy and wanted to get away from the tall dark stranger so I happily obliged.

"Thanks so much for the drinks, mister. I'll chat to ya later, Kay?"

He looked as if he wanted to say something but I followed Freya to the dance floor before he could get anything out of his mouth.

Nudging me Freya asked, "So, who was Mr. tall, dark and handsome?"

"No one. I just bumped into him on the way to the bar and he offered to buy me a drink. I wasn't gonna refuse free alcohol." She laughed at my last comment.

We started swaying our hips to the music and some random dude came up to me and started grinding on me. I was drunk and enjoying myself so I went with it. The guy's phone started going off and when he looked at it he looked like a ghost. When he got back to me he looked as if he was terrified of me.

"I... I...uh gotta go to the....uh...bathroom." He fled be fire I could even comprehend what he said to me.

I decided not to make a big deal about, I started swaying to the music again and not long after I felt another pair of hands on my hips, I turned to see who it was and it was the Greek god from earlier.

"Flower, you never told me your name."

"Neither did you!" I retorted back.

"I'm Knox, Knox King. Now, what's yours." Somehow his name sounded familiar but I couldn't place it.

"Rosalie. Do I know you from somewhere?" I could feel him tense up.

"Don't worry about it flower." I thought it was odd but I chose not to worry about it and have fun.

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I woke up with a pounding headache. My whole body felt heavy I tried to turn around and it was then I realized that there was something holding me down 'what the fuck?' I looked down to see it was an arm. A muscular, tattooed arm. It was a sexy arm as far as arms go. I tried to move the arm and I realized I was completely naked. 'Oh shit! Oh shit!'. The owner of the arm groaned, catching my attention, I looked over and it was that Knox guy I met at the club last night. I squirmed out of his arm being careful not to wake him up. 'Oh my god this so fuckin' embarrassing' I quickly got dressed and miraculously found my way to the front door after only getting lost twice, the house was like a fucking hotel.

As soon as I got out I called Freya.

"Hey, are you busy?"

"No, why?" She sounded groggy. As if she only woke up.

"I need you to pick me up, I went home with that Knox guy."

"Ha, lucky you. And here I thought you were the biggest prude in New York. Send me the address your at." I rolled my eyes at her stupidity.

"Haha, you know you're so funny. I'll text you the address. And hurry up and don't want to be here all day."

"Sure thing slut!"

I checked at my phone location and then sent the address to her. I had to wait like fifteen minutes. I relieved to finally see her banged up bug coming, down the road.