The Alien King and I

Anyway, Fai conceded to my demand and I was sent home. Before he did, he told me that I wouldn’t survive without him. As his chosen mate, we were bonded during the consummation. I would never desire any male than him and he would never desire any woman other than me. We would waste away from heartache should we have be separated.

Yeah, right. We shall see about that.

When I got home, I found out that I had been gone for nearly a week. Carrie had reported me missing and gotten the FBI involved. The day I was beamed back into the living room of my apartment, I had to deal with the real life Scully and Mulder, asking me a lot of questions. I spent the next couple of days explaining things to people. I didn’t expect anyone would believe me with the kidnapped-by-alien thing, so I lied. I said the stripper who came to entertain me on my birthday was actually my childhood boyfriend and we took off to catch up with one another for old time’s sake. Everybody was pissed at me, especially Carrie. I couldn’t blame her. She was really worried.

Carrie and the girls at the party were actually hazy about my kidnapping. The moment Fai touched my forehead and transported me onto his ship, he also did something that knocked out all of my friends. Hours later, they found themselves lying on the floor, groggy and befuddled. The authorities thought it was some kind of a nutcase, but they didn’t find any trace of evidence to support their theory. Whatever Fai did to them, it had to have been alien technology beyond the scope of the CSI team’s capability. When Carrie asked me what really had happened that night, I told her I had no idea. I took off after I met Jon, leaving everybody to party to their hearts’ content. Carrie called me a selfish bitch and we haven’t spoken ever since. She’d cool down eventually.

I almost got fired from work for not showing up for almost a week. But since the firm was short staffed, my boss let me keep the job. I became unpopular at work because of my disappearance at the party and went MIA for days. Being kidnapped by an alien had ruined my social life and threatened my job. But it wasn’t all. As I started settling back in my daily routine, I couldn’t get Fai out of my mind. As much as it pained me to admit, I missed the son of a bitch.

I missed his voice. Missed those shockingly blue eyes of his. Missed his kiss. His touch. I even missed his arrogant, chauvinistic attitude. This was bad, if not straight down pathetic. What the hell did he do to me? Our encounter was brief and he was basically a stranger. And not a human either. As the days went by, my need for him became overwhelming. I craved him as I craved air. Could what he had said before we parted be true, that once we bonded, we would be wasting away in heartache should we ever part?

Ridiculous.

But how could I explain what was happening to me now?

I became irritated at work or anywhere, people avoided me like a plague. Carrie and I started talking again and the first thing she said that my bitch-o-meter hit an all-time high. I was angry at myself. I thought I was going to be all right without Fai, but I guessed I was wrong. I think I might have made the biggest mistake in my life and there was no way to redeem myself. It wasn’t like I could call Fai’s ship to say I was sorry.

Another week passed and I was in a terrible mess. I needed him like a junkie needed his fix. I couldn’t concentrate at work and my nerves stretched taut like a harp string ready to snap. I decided to go home early to sort myself out. I needed to pull myself together, otherwise I would be royally fucked. And not royally fucked in a good way. Maybe a therapist could help. I was planning to call one as soon as I get home.

I made an appointment with a therapist for Friday. Since I came home early and had nothing else to do, I wanted to give myself a break and just relax for the rest of the night. I took a long bath, then ordered a pizza. I wanted to splurge and watch a movie marathon until my eyes bled.

The door rang.

I opened the door and immediately, my breath was knocked from my lungs. There he was, Fairoh du Urugna, the man who had made me miserable for the past two weeks, standing aloof, leaning against the door frame with arms folded in front of his chest. He was dressed in a simple white linen shirt and black satin breeches, and he certainly wasn’t the pizza guy. I grabbed his collar and yanked him into the house.

He didn’t say a word as I struggled with my emotions. I was mad, relieved, mad, terribly annoyed, horny, mad, half-crazy missing him, I didn’t know what to feel. They all bubbled in my chest, making me want to scream at him. I smacked his shoulder.

“You jerk!”

That brought a smile to his face. An arrogant smile. “Did you miss me yet?”

Ugh. I really wanted to punch him. And kiss him. No, I wanted to punch him. “Get out of here.”

He laughed. Fai snatched my wrist and pulled me into his arms. I squirmed fitfully, but he locked me good.

“Why is it so hard for you to admit that you missed me, too?” he murmured.

Yeah. I didn’t think about that. Why was it so hard to admit that I needed him? I’ve always been independent my whole life and not being in control scared me.

“I miss you too, sweet thing. I’m miserable without you.”

My heart did a quick leap. “You, too?”

Fai drowned me with his intense stare. “Let’s go home, s

hall we?”

“I…I don’t know…”

“Cease your foolishness. I need you.”

He needs me? My heart fluttered like butterfly wings.

“We have a lot of things to discuss.”

“I agree. We shall do so in the comfort of my ship.”

“What if this marriage thing doesn’t work? Can I go home then?”