“ how you’ve fallen . ”
The strong placement of the ceramic mug on the counter caused the coffee inside of it to slosh over the edge of the container.
“How.. I’VE fallen?”
Leila June turned, single braid swishing against her back. Angry brown eyes stared into his blue ones, leaning on the counter as well.
“Fuck you Khan.”
What else would she say? ..Did he know that after that sexual event her body wanted him every single day? It disgusted her, scared her, and she was hungry to be under his control. None of her lovers on Earth had created such a charismatic charge, a desire only one person could sate.
She bit her lip.
Leila mopped up the mess she created, feeling her bronze skin highlight pink with embarrassment she could not alter. Did he know? Or was he making a poke at the fact she’d been adapting to their situation by cleaning and cooking?
Fuck you Khan.
She boiled with a bruised pride as she finished her drink and refused to look at him anymore.
“I’m going for a FUCKING WALK, asshole.”
Leila June would enjoy the cool evening by herself for at least 20 minutes.
Maybe she had fallen. She walked hurriedly, angry and confused. The cold air promised peace.. And maybe a few rational answers.















