*Sierra's POV*
"Benjamin is there something wrong?" I looked at him, his eyes seemed wary. We sat in a bar, it was eleven in the morning.
"I can't tell you," he whispered. "That is nonsense, you can tell me anything," I disagreed. "Not this." He shook his head. I placed my hands on his. "Do you feel like Jasmine doesn't love you?" I felt for him.
I did not like the fact that he felt rejected, but I did like there was trouble in paradise. "She confuses me." he admitted.
"When we met, there was so much chemistry between us, I thought we would set the earth on fire." He grinned a little.
"How did you meet?" I asked as I came closer to him. "Her family was in some sort of trouble and my grandfather made a compromise, that if she worked at the palace, all their problems would dissolve."
