Queenerra - First Night

Queen, seemed to walk into a large room in extreme awkwardness. How could she possibly spend the night with a man so new to her, Benjamin Duncan?

Their brief meeting several times before at the coffee shop where Queen, worked did not necessarily make her know the man. Benjamin Duncan, a wealthy young entrepreneur, has fallen in love with Queen's coffee blend since the first time he sips the warm cup of coffee Queen served him on a drizzly afternoon six months ago.

A week ago Ben came to Queen and said that he would marry that woman. Aunt Queen was confused, but the woman who had been heartbroken because her lover left her who chose another woman finally agreed to the marriage. Deciding to marry Benjamin Duncan is actually a form of release from Queen who wants to teach his girlfriend a lesson, that she can get a man who is much richer than her former lover. Queen gasped when someone opened the door and entered the room.

"Mr. Duncan." Queen hid his beautiful face from the gaze of Ben, a man who was ten years older than him who was currently twenty-five years old.

"Take it easy," Duncan said as he took off the tuxedo he was wearing for a dinner with his family and colleagues for his wedding to Queen.

"You want me to make coffee?" Queen asked, and Benjamin, who was rolling up his sleeves, turned to the innocent girl standing on the side of the bed. He walked towards Queen who was starting to look pale because of his gaze.

"What do you really want to say?" Benjamin asked as they grew so close.

"No sir." Queen looked at Benjamin through those curly eyelashes.

"I'm not going to spend the night with you," Benjamin said in a very low voice, but it sounded very intimidating to Queen's ears.

"Then why did you marry me, sir," Queen demanded an explanation.

"I already told you that your aunt Clara intends to sell you to Silvester, that bald old man. I only married you to save you," he added.

"No sir, you must have misunderstood." About Queenerra.

"That stupid guy named Ryan teamed up with your aunt."

"So that's why you came to the tavern that night and threatened my aunt to kick her out of your family's estate and take me away by force?" Queen remembers what happened that night, when he, Julia, and Aunt Clara were cleaning the coffee shop, suddenly Ben came with some of his people threatening to demolish the coffee shop. The three of them, helpless weak women pleading under Ben's feet, and willing to do anything to keep Ben from displacing their only source of livelihood, namely the coffee shop.

Ben offers a deal, he allows Aunt Clara to keep opening a shop on her land as long as Queen is willing to marry Ben. And the girl has no choice, her debt to her aunt makes her willing to sacrifice herself to save the coffee shop business that her aunt has started since she and Julia were toddlers.

Queen took a deep breath, trying to shake off all the chaotic thoughts that were tearing his sanity. Whatever happened, and whatever the truth, she didn't want to think about it anymore, because right now the only absolute truth was that she was Benjamin Duncan's wife.

"You can sleep in the guest room," Ben said as he walked towards the bathroom, I don't know what he was doing there, or maybe he was doing it because he wanted to avoid Queen.

"Why are you still there?" Ben asked as soon as he came out of the bathroom and still found Queen standing there.

"I am your wife now, sir." Queen's voice began to tremble.

Benjamin took a deep breath. "Then?" she asked.

"I will do what a wife should do for her husband." She added.

"Like massaging my back?" Benjamin challenged, and Queen nodded shyly.

"Whatever you want, I will gladly do it." Queen stepped forward and his slender fingers seemed to be dancing, unbuttoning the buttons of his husband's shirt one by one, leaving a look of shock on Benjamin's face.

"Are you sure?" Benjamin hissed in a low voice, while Queen just glanced at him, then nodded and finished his work.

"Please lie down." Queen asked her husband to lie down and the man followed Queen without saying much.

Queen gulped as Benjamin lay shirtless facing her. Queen immediately averted her gaze. He immediately took the olive oil from the glass bottle on the dressing table and walked to the bed.

"You can turn around, sir." Queen said softly and Benjamin did, again without protest. Queen slowly poured the olive oil into his hand and rubbed it gently against Benjamin's back.