Bedding My Vampire Mate



"I know it won't do much for her but at least I am better than the King in this aspect...,"

"You are better than the King?" Mr Anderson chuckled, his index finger pointed at Amos.

"I can love her as much as I want and without being ashamed to say it over and over again. Also, I can protect her without caring about what others will say...," Amos trailed, his hands spread in the articulation of his past statement.

"It is a renowned fact that the King doesn't like or care about her. I heard he is set to marry another woman and will be thrilled if this burden of his was to die. Am I not a thousand times better than the King in this aspect huh?" Amos argued his point without an ounce of fear.

He didn't give a damn that his statement might get him into trouble especially because none knew he was the same King he bad-mouthed.

"And what do you know about the King's relationship with my daughter?" Mr Anderson retorted.

"Since you know a lot, why don't you enlighten me? Who knows my opinion about the King might change after I listened to all you have to say...,"

"At first I thought you were a smart boy but I guess I was wrong... I don't care much that my judgement of you was wrong," Mr Anderson admitted.

"What I am most certain of is that you will not show your face in front of my daughter...,"

"I am sorry to disappoint you but I won't obey that command?" Amos declared fearlessly.

How Mr Anderson's clutch on the green couch became tighter showed that the elderly man was about to lose it due to Amos' stubbornness.

"I am a very reasonable man but believe me, I don't know what I will do to you if you disobey my orders," Mr Anderson muttered.

Amos readjusted his standing position and shoved his hands into his trouser's pockets afterwards.

"I was never the type to obey protocols or orders... I am telling you this so you won't be so disappointed when your plan failed," Amos replied.

"We shall see about that," Mr Anderson muttered. He stood up and strolled towards the entrance.

"What audacity!" Mr Anderson growled after he was out of the VIP room. His men who were just standing at the door followed him closely.

Outside the restaurant, even though one of the two men had already opened the door of the car for him, Mr Anderson paused just beside his car.

He raised his head and shot deadly glares at the third floor of the five-star restaurant.

"Sir, what do you want us to do about him?" The guy standing at his right-hand side asked.

"Continue keeping an eye on him. You are allowed to hurt him if he dares get close to Joanna," Mr Anderson declared, not knowing that the guy occupying the entire VIP room to himself had heard the order he gave his men.

[So he actually knows the name of his second daughter and here I thought he didn't recall what her name was since he kept referring to her as my daughter... Anyone who listened to his pathetic words would assume he really loved Joanna]

Amos was in deep thought as he stared at the brown door which serves as the room entrance.

He strolled to one of the couches and sat with his back leaning against the comfy chair.

"I wonder how Tim's investigation is going on in the human world. Have they hit a dead end just like us or are we the only ones who are not making progress?" Amos mumbled as he closed his eyes and thought about all the things that were weighing him down mentally.

He has so many things on his plate.

Not only does he have to think about his friends' and subordinates' persuasion for him to return to the palace where he belongs.

But he also has to think about his problem with Joanna and the mastermind behind the sudden death that had been plaguing his once peaceful Kingdom for over a month now.

Apart from these issues he also had tons of issues to think about. He wished he could spare himself a minute not to think about this but he knew that he couldn't; especially now that Joanna wasn't with him.

He only gets to forget his problems even for a few hours whenever she was with him but unfortunately, their relationship wasn't sailing as perfectly as he assumed it would.

The mentally exhausted Amos stayed in this manner for a long time. He didn't know when he drifted to sleep until he woke up and realised how much time had passed.

"Damn it!... what have I done?" Amos shouted when he realised what the time was.

He sprang up from the couch and dashed towards the door.

Meanwhile, as Amos hastened to go in search of the woman he has been trying to get in touch with but to no avail, in a vast room whose decorations were mainly green, four ladies were seen sitting around a big centre table.

"What are you staring so intently at with that scowl on your face?" Tiffany who has noticed how distracted the mentioned lady has been asked out of curiosity.

"What else if not that silly brat is out to get my man?" Sophie hissed as she threw her cell phone onto the marble table without care.

"Your man?" Nora emphasized while exchanging puzzled glances with the other two ladies.

"I never knew you were in a relationship Sophie...,"

"Stop that, Doris," Sophie scolded with a serious expression which showed she wasn't out to joke around.

"So who is this man of yours and the so-called silly brat you referred to earlier?" Tiffany ignored their little argument and asked instead.

For some reason, the three ladies that always loved wearing revealing clothes were putting on clothes that covered every part of their bodies.

Anyone who saw them for the first time will assume this was how they always dressed not knowing that was a big fat lie. 

"I am talking about Ray and....,"

"If you had said your ex-boyfriend we would have understood it immediately so why did you call him your man...," Nora paused after Sophie shot her a murderous glare.