"The Queensman" pt.1

I kept asking myself, why England?

Of all the countries I've ever hoped and dreamed to reach and visit countries, to walk with ambition and determination, why did reach England first?

I heard that English women are hot, have a weird sense of humor, and are good in bed, but no, I didn't come for them.

Maybe it's because I'm half Englishman and I'd like to know what a kind of man what I'd have become if my mother hadn't abandoned me. She brought me here, to her home country, and instead of growing up in Tokyo, I grew up here....

To be honest, part of me wished that I had grown in London, with my mother by my side and not abandoning me when I still didn't despise her for what she did. But now? My only wish is to never see her again because my hate for her grows every day, and it seems there is no limit to it.

Anyway, enough about my mother.

When I came to London, the first thing I did was to look for a high- paying job because that's all I cared about. But it seems fate has different plans for me because I was roaming like a stray dog, going around in circles like a rollercoaster on a circular track and it left me tired for days and out of spirit.

Until some gorgeous yet mysterious, tall, blonde woman started to stalk me with an unknown intent.

For days we played like a cat and mouse. I tried several ways, tactics, evasion techniques to remove myself from that woman's sight but alas...what kind of fucking woman was she? The MI6? Am I wanted for something? I never knew until I courageously confronted her.

In a coffee shop near a busy road of London, we met again, and our eyes locked into each other. She was wearing a yellow sundress and a black sunglasses, but I could tell she was ready for a showdown because I could see another layer of thin black fabric beneath her soft and glistening yellow sundress, and she was carrying a convenient small wrist bag.

As I slowly approached her, I smiled

The mysterious, gorgeous lady smiled back

I then took a sit in front of her, and her stare never left me.

"Hi, how m-"

But as soon as I was about to complete my sentence, something sharp stung my neck.

I instantly blacked out and had no awareness of my surroundings, as if I were totally out of the existence.

When I slowly woke up, I realized I was in an apprehended state.

Tied to a chair, I found myself in a luxurious small room full of riches of jewelry, arts, paintings, furnitures.

"Where the fuck am I?" A thought sprung on my mind

A minute passed, and the door suddenly opened.

Then, an unknown figure entered my peripheral vision.

As the figure made its entrance, I saw it was a woman...

But not just a woman...a heavenly beautous woman in her late 30s.

This woman stunned the hell out of me. She has this sharp silver hair that glistened as the sun kissed every piece of her hair. Her sparkling oceanic blue eyes tells she has a shining, pure soul inside her . Her full lips, so red like a bloody rose, beckoned me to stare at her with my full undivided attention. Her body is perfectly proportioned. Her breasts, her hands, her waist, her legs..as if she was masterfully crafted to resemble a Greek goddess statue.

She could be a famous and renowned supermodel, a successful and admired Hollywood actress, the wife of a president or prime minister, or rather....a charming, seductive, manipulative and ruthless killer...

"Who are you and what am I doing here?" I calmly asked the heavenly, beauteous woman.

Suddenly, someone screamed with a feminine yet fierce voice

"Show the Queen of England some respect!"

I suddenly raised my eyebrows