IX
"Let go of me!" I shouted, as he gripped my wrist so hard. He forced me to walk toward the large parking lot. "Let go of me!" I repeated.
He did not hear, or listen was the closest word for what he was doing. No people walked nearby, so even though I threw my tantrums here, no one would help me. I was in the most dangerous scenario of my entire life. Whatever he fought for, I would face Prince Alexander's wrath.
His green eyes searched mine once we stopped at the passenger side of a black Lamborghini. Our gazes locked for a few minutes before I said again.
"Let me go!" I lower my voice as if I would cry anytime, "They will look for me."
"I don't care," he responded in the coldest and the most hazardous voice I ever heard in my entire life.
He pushed me in the door of his luxurious car, and trapped me between it and him. I could feel the hardness of his body and its familiar heat. Same with the warmness I felt the last morning in his office. He was the scandalized Prince at that time.
This time, he was the mixed of untouchable Prince, who said he was not interested in me, and the issue-seeker prince, who wanted my virginity. For me, this was the peak of his evil side.
"Your Highness, please, I have done nothing to make you angry and act like a five year old boy!" my lips trembled as those words passed by through my mouth.
His grasp almost broke my bone into pieces and I could not take it anymore, I cried. Tears fell from my eyes involuntarily and sobs were more audible than my breath. I saw my pale skin on my wrist that turned into bright red.
"You're hurting me," I whispered.
He closed the gap between us, and lowered his head to speak directly to my ear, "You won't be hurt if you know how to shut your mouth and do what I want."
I changed my scared face to a brave one although I was a great pretentious, "I'm not your slave employee here! We're not in the Palace! You can't force me to do what the heck you want!"
He looked at me, amusement showed in his lovely face, "You're on my land, still remember?"
"It's not your land," I gritted my teeth, "You're not the King, and you will never be one!"
That...that really hurt his ego. His face became hard and his grasp unfastened slowly until he finally released me. He stood straight, almost a meter away from me as if I had the most contagious disease. His warmth lost and I only felt coldness and regret.
He walked around the car, and opened the driver's seat. The sound of the engine was so soft like a lullaby once he started it. Without any word, he pulled into the traffic and he left me with all the guiltiness created in the whole world.
If my life with him was already miserable, now, it would be more and I could not imagine what would happen to me.
I came back inside the bar like a walking dead. I immediately found our table, and everyone gasped as they saw me.
"Where have you been?" Katherine asked me while Clarissa made me sit beside her.
"Why are you crying?" when that question reached my ear, I realized that I was really crying. I thought I was just imagining it, but it became real to me now. "Hey, you're not okay," Clarissa added.
"I should go home," home, as in my home in Chicago.
"I think you're only drunk," Robert said, "I have an ex-girlfriend ten years ago when she got drunk, she cried and cried until she drifted into sleep."
"That's awful," Clarissa said and back to me again, "Drink this. Water. It will help you." She handed me a glass containing a clear liquid.
I mindlessly put the cold water in my mouth and swallowed it with difficulty as if there was a stone in the walls of my throat.
"You haven't met her first so don't go home this early, please," Clarissa pleaded and I just nodded before a pair of green eyes caught my attention.
A feminine version of Prince Alexander's. She sat across me and watched me as if I were the most interesting movie. She had red hair and thin lips, but the rest of her was like Prince Alexander – the man I stepped the pride not more than ten minutes ago. It crossed my mind that her hair and lips were same with Prince Nicholas.
"I know, you know her for sure," Katherine smiled at me and at the girl sitting in front of us.
"I am Victoria," she said in a girly British accent. She extended her hand to me, and I shook it not so hard and not so lousy.
"Shirley, Princess Victoria," she smiled at me. I wonder what Prince Alexander looked like if he would smile the way his little sister did. Natural, and no evil plot involving.
You hurt him. My conscience reminded me again what happened earlier. I hope I did not say that. Maybe, we were okay now. If I knew how to shut up, my guilt was not eating me right now.
Once she got her hand from me, she put her elbows on the table and placed her chin on her hands. "You know what, you are beautiful. Does my brother invite you in his magic couch?"
Blood flooded in my face and I put my head down. I imagined him again on that couch with that prostitute, but standing in front of me, him in his naked state, was my real favorite part. I really thought about that, right?
It meant that what I saw the last morning in his office was one of the main facts in the Palace.
I shook my head and looked at her again, "I'm just his Personal Accountant, your Highness."
"It's unbelievable, you know," she observed me again, "Despite the fact my brother has the most contaminated brain among us, I don't think he will pass a lady like you."
"He's not interested in me," I said louder than I intended, luckily, Clarissa and others went to the dance floor when Princess Victoria and I started talking. They left us alone at the table.
"You believe it?" Her elegant emerald orbs widened. I nodded. "My brother has something for you." She said it as if she said I was a girl. She murmured under her breath and music covered what she had said so it never reached my ears. She looked around before staring at me again, "Where is my brother anyway? Have you seen him?"
I lied, "No. You're with him?"
"Yes, he never stopped asking me to go here until I said yes. I'm not a party popper, but my brother is just a stubborn guy. So, I'm here now, and he is nowhere to be found."
"What did he say to you before he left you?"
"He said he saw his old friend and he will talk to her in a few moments, but I have no idea if he is already in the hotel with his old friend enjoying their night," she rolled her eyes and disgust was visible in her beautiful face.
I laughed silently. We had same reasons somewhat we had similarity. Small thing.
"You can go back in Palace with us."
She smiled and we continued to talk different things about her, but she insisted to ask me questions, so I answered honestly. Princess Victoria's attitude was far from the attitude her brother, Prince Alexander, had. I read a very few articles about her way back when I was in Chicago. She was not a sweetheart of reporters. Probably, she did not want to get involved in issues.
When you thought about the Royal family member, she was the least you would remember.
Once we stepped inside the Palace, Princess Victoria kissed my both cheeks and said, "I can't wait to see you with my brother."
She ran upstairs and I was left confused. What was she trying to say?
After I changed into my pajamas, I sat on my bed, and called my mom. How I missed them so much. "Hello, mom."
"Shirley, how are you?" she asked and I heard my siblings speaking simultaneously.
"I'm...okay," I sighed, "Umm. I'm little tired."
"Do you have a problem?" Wariness made up her tone.
"No, I don't have a problem here," hold yourself, Shirley, "I got some friends. They are all good to me, especially, Princess Victoria. We met this evening, but I swear, we've already built up friendship."
"That's nice," I heard her smile on the other line, "How about Prince Alexander?"
"Actually," I was going to fix my connection with my boss. I needed this job for my family. No matter what it took, I would apologize, "we're fine."
"You should rest Shirley, good night."
"Good night, mom."
I hung up, and put my phone on the end table. I laid down in the bed, covering my body by the mattress. Before I could close my eyes, I felt someone was looking at me. I tried to look who it was, but everything changed into dreams.