Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170704201937/@comment-25808351-20170716125608

"Fufufufufu, of course he'd love to steal me, who wouldn't want a Pharaoh in their bed. Besides, my own husband is a wife stealer. Both Cyndy and Eva were married before they joined with Marky. Oh well, let him dream, men can dream." Samia talks to herself. Marcus is standing right beside her, staring at her with a raised brow as she talks to herself. "What?" She blurts as she notices him quacking.

"I didn't steal no wife ever! I earned Cynd's trust and love and Eva came to me, I steal nothin." He fires back. Samia shakes her head comically in agreement as she thinks about her husband's statement. She returns her gaze to Sahar and cocks her hips toward Marcus, bumping slightly. He looks over to see Samia with one hand on her hip and the other is on her chin, her index finger tap her lips.

"What are you thinkin about? You look like your up to something."

"I'm not up to something Marky, I'm contemplating. Sahar. I can't quite put my finger on it but, I connected to her. As if she was my other half or something. YouShouldInviteHerToOurChambers." Samia rapidly blurts the last bit.

Marcus mid drink of his ale spews a bit as it goes down the wrong tube. "Sam *coughcoughcough* the fuck is with you these days?! I'm married to three beautiful women already!" He protests.

"Come on Marky! Your strong, handsome, rich, chiseled and have a big-"

"What's your point Sam?" He quickly intervenes.

"You're a Gary Stew, Sahar wouldn't mind going to your bed and you can handle four women. So why are you so hesitant?" Samia turns her complete attention to Marcus, glancing over her shoulder every so often to look at Sahar.

"The fucks a Gary Stew?" Marcus unceremoniously asks.

"Nevermind that. Please Marky, please go get her?"

"No! Cynd and Eva wouldn't appreciate it and you don't even know her. Sahar is gorgeous, I won't lie, but she's Leontyne's servant." Again Marcus protests Samia's wishes, but he notices her deflated mood at hearing his rejection.

"I feel like I've known her forever. Like she and I are bound. I just, I don't know, it's probably just the alcohol...." Samia's voice trails off and she walks off to get her glass refilled.

"Da fuck?" Marcus throws his arms up.