VII
Four days passed after I encountered Prince Alexander. He was nowhere to be found the morning after that. He had an event in another country that was hard to believe.
Event or event with his mistresses. Who knew?
My first four days of work were very productive and manageable. I was near finishing the financial report, and other reports needed for the transactions and events happened last September. My newfound friend, Katherine, helped me in some cases once she was vacant.
We had a little tour every lunch inside and outside the Palace. We visited some local restaurants that put more pounds in my body. I did not know what I would look like once I returned to home after a year.
I saw Prince Nicholas once in the second floor. He was hot as fire and Princess Emily was so lucky to find him and to marry him. He and Prince Alexander had little resemblance, but if you looked at them at the first time, you would think they were not siblings.
Prince Nicholas had dark blue eyes, which were almost black, while Prince Alexander had green. One was ginger while the other was dark blonde. Thin and full lips, respectively. Besides, to their fair skin and noses, their only similarity was they are both freaking striking, sexy, and all other adjectives that describe handsomeness, hotness, and good body.
I typed my financial statement that afternoon when Clarissa showed up in the office.
"Hey, how do you do?"
"Clarissa." I saved my Excel file before looking at her, "I'm fine. I love my job. How about you? Where were you for the last four days? You left me like a baby without a nanny."
"I'm so sorry, Shirley, you know I am a bastard Prince Alexander's secretary, so wherever he went, I should be there," she made an exasperated sigh as if she held the Earth.
"Where is his Highness' event?" I asked to start a small talk or curiosity. In either way, I wanted to know the answer.
"Somewhere in Zimbabwe. He visited the charity he is handling there," she paused, remembered something, "By the way he is looking for you in his extravagant office. If you don't mind putting his arse on the grave, you talk to him about the financial report for this coming Wednesday."
A thrill bubbled in my stomach hearing those words from her. After four days of not seeing him... No, he was not interested in me. I was not interested in him also. I was not excited to see him again; it made me irritated to see that oh-so-gorgeous face.
"Okay," I saved the file again to make sure it would stay in place, and then shut my computer down. Clarissa was still standing behind my table so I could not help but asked her, "You always saying not so good words about him behind his back, is that really a normal thing you do?"
"Actually no," I furrowed my eyebrow, "Because the normal thing I do is to say it in front of him."
"Is it okay with him?"
"Of course, if it's not, I'm not here talking to you at this moment, right?"
"I think, you're right."
By the time I reached his Highness' office door, I felt nervous again. Not the same nervousness I felt the last time I came here, it doubled or tripled. I had no idea.
I was about to knock when I heard a scream. A woman. As if, she suffered and being punished in misery. And the scream was from Prince Alexander's office. Was he going to kill her?
I did not mind to knock anymore; I entered his office without permission.
I saw her underneath him on the couch. Both naked. Pleasuring their moments, but now, all their focus was on the girl screaming. Oh, that was I, by the way.
They scrambled from the couch and I heard Prince Alexander cursed loudly. He stood, without any piece of cloth, looking at me as if he wanted me to be an ash right now. I hope the floor would open and swallow me whole, I would also be dead anyway.
I covered my eyes with both hands, but I had a naughty cell, so I peeked between my fingers to see the perfect body he had. His attractive chest shone in front of me, like telling me to touch it. Abs made by a great sculptor. And a part of him in the middle of his thighs that made my innocent eyes to be a criminal.
I barely noticed the woman with him, but I knew it was not the same woman with him at the airport.
"Leave now!" he commanded looking at me intently.
I turned my back to leave. I thought of the things I would do after I was out of this office. I would pack my things. I would say good-bye to Katherine, Clarissa and other people who became my acquaintances for my short stay here. I would call Lola and my family that I would go home today because my boss fired me.
It crossed my mind that my dad would ask me why. How would I answer him? I caught my boss doing some miracles with one of his mistresses because I did not knock on his door. Now, he got angry and fired me. I would disappoint them again.
"Not you," I didn't process what he said because I knew I was not the one he was talking with, only when I was near the door and he held my arm. He spun me to face him and my nose almost smacked his bared chest. His green eyes captured mine. "Elsa, leave now."
"What?" the woman – who already got her dress from the floor – protested. She was glaring at me. Her brown eyes reflected with her messy curled hair. Messy from performing wildly. She said, "We're yet not done! You don't come yet!"
"We're done." His Highness shot back, but stares never left me. "Get out now or I will call security to drag you out."
She swore. "You're going to call me?"
"I said we're done. What else you can't understand English? Do you want me to translate it in Spanish or French?"
She swore again, but this time, she got dressed quickly and left us alone.
Him without clothes and I was fully covered by my half-sleeve shirt and above the knee skirt. Sweat formed on my forehead. This was my first time to be in the same room with a naked man. I never did that thing before.
He removed his warm hand on my arm. Leaving it so cold and exposed. He walked to the doors and locked it. Now, his office locked with him being perfectly naked.
"Barging in is not a good attitude, Miss," he stood again to my vantage point. I could not think clearly, when my eyes froze in his body. "Like what you see?" I heard his chuckle.
I came back to reality when he pinned me to the door. His one hand held my both wrists above my head, while the other stayed on the side of my waist. I was shocked for a few minutes before fear pushed me.
"What are you doing?" I asked him trying to be brave, but my question sounded more than a coward.
"You enjoyed the view so much. How about me? What can you trade for me to enjoy?" He had the most evil grin of the entire evolution.
"You're not satisfied with that woman earlier?" my eyes got bigger than its usual size.
"Do you think I'm enjoying those women who are entered many times by different men?"
"You are also like that!" I stated, biting my lower lip in return. I kept telling myself that he was my boss no matter what I saw earlier.
"Of course not, I'm the one who enters, not the one who being entered, those are different things," he explained the matter-of-factly.
I stared at him. I did not understand what he was trying to say, but I just nodded and dismissed my not so good thoughts. He was different from the Prince who was here four days ago. That Prince was unbreakable, untouchable, but this Prince was the one I watched on TV and read on the Internet.
He released my wrists and watched me as if he was a hungry predator and I was his delicious prey. Before I could breathe again – I forgot to do it ever since I entered this office – he stated a fact I did not really want to talk about, especially with my boss.
"You're a virgin?" He repeated it, but in a declarative way like a president in a country stating their new law, "You're a virgin."
Even though I stammered, I still spoke, "What's...the..m-matter with that?"
"Nothing. I can't believe there is still a woman like you living in this world without any guy touching her," he closed the gap between us. The heat of his bared body transmitted with my fully clothed. The electricity shocked me; I thought both of us felt because he moved inches away for a second before coming back.
"How did you know?" I said, more gasps than words.
"The way you look at me. So innocent," his low voice was sexier than his actual was, "so young, but so... never mind. You know what, I wanted you the first time I saw you at the airport when you got wet by the rain."
"You said, you're not interested with a woman like me," I whispered, afraid he would change from that person who told me that.
"No, I'm not interested with you, but when it comes you into my bed, that's a different story," I looked at him, dazed showing on my face, "I want you to lose your purity to me."
I slapped him the moment those words slipped from his mouth. He walked backward. I yelled, "Don't you ever touch me again! You pervert!" I left the office and run to my room.
I forgot that he was the Prince of England.