I was foolishly eased by that response the prince gave his brother and we went to the pub. It was all coming back to me, fast. I drank alcohol for the second time in my life and like the first time, I was drunk and I passed out.
I struggled on all fours to the end of the king-sized bed which had to be the largest bed I have seen in my life. The king-sized bed of this world must be different, right?
The covers felt very soft and warm against my skin that they were temptations telling me to lie down again to enjoy the warmth but as much as Jeffrey told me I had no work today, I will have to eat my breakfast and take my bath.
My legs touched the black rug on the cold floor and I almost fell but I returned to the bed. Why the hell do I feel painfully weak?
The door flew open and the king walked into the room. Yeah, I guess that was not a proper introduction. The very king who killed that woman with his teeth was standing at the door dressed in nothing but a towel tied low around his waist.
My hands itched to either pull it down or tie it properly for him as he tied it so loosely, that it made it look like it was dropping down his waist.
Another question please, why did this room suddenly get hot and why was I feeling so thirsty like I took a walk around hell for a few minutes?
I swallowed hoping but it was not enough as I was searching for something else to quench my thirst.
Get back here. Could someone tell my wandering mind to return to me?
When he began walking toward me, I lifted my gaze to that tan skin of his chest like someone that had a very good summer holiday on a beach.
It was so healthy and smooth each curve and line showcasing the strength and perfection of his well-toned body.
His narrow waist that caught my attention had not lost the attention as my greedy eyes searched for more. His abs had my fingers itching to touch them.
He cleared his throat and I looked away so fast that my neck hurt due to such sudden movement.
Jealousy, I must be jealous of his body, right? It is not wrong for a man to feel jealous of the body of another man, right? THAT IS COMPLETELY STRAIGHT.
I had nothing to feel ashamed of. Nah!
"Are you done looking?" he asked me.
A firm no almost escaped my lips. I shook my head as I felt my face heat up.
I snapped and looked at him sharply. He smirked when my gaze met those eyes. His eyes were different from the first time I saw them. They held mischief and what was that hungry look in his eyes?
I shook my head and stood gently. It was difficult to stand straight as my waist was on fire.
"I do not know how I got here but I must thank you for your hospitality," I appreciated as sincerely as I could. I looked around the room and I realized this had to be his room.
It had very simple basic furniture that was unworthy of being the king's room but the dark color was reflecting that darkness in his eyes.
I was not a psychiatrist like my mum nor a psychologist so studying the darkness in this man's house and eyes was none of my business.
I walked past him making sure to put enough space between us after giving him a deep respectful bow.
"Do you know what you did last night?" he asked so coldly I felt like I was standing on a mat of ice.
I smiled and shook my head. "I don't." I must say that I deserve an Oscar for that composure. I was almost wetting my pants yet I was so calm outwardly. Kudos to me.
I truly could not remember what happened after I left for the restroom. I was in a hurry to empty my bladder but that is all I can remember.
"I am sorry if I might have been disrespectful to you," I apologized with a deep bow before escaping out of the door while praying I don't get forced to get lost again.
Getting lost in the king's house does not seem to ever bring anything good. I have experienced it once and that is enough for me to come to such a conclusion.
You could say my prayers were answered because I found myself outside.
"Aaron," a familiar voice called me when I began walking towards the gate I could afar off.
I glared at him as soon as I turned. He was the reason I drank so much last night. And by so much, I mean the cup of the sky-blue content he ordered for me. I could not even remember the name of the liquid.
It had the same effect a knock-out would have on someone. Well, I have never taken a knock-out drug before but isn't the name self-explanatory? It had a knocking-out effect on me.
"You look so cute," he complimented with a straight face as he approached me.
Please could someone authorize me to punch the king's brother in his guts? I promise that it will be a good punch.
"You made me drink last night, how did I get into the king's room?" I asked glancing back at the house. I shivered visibly and rubbed my arms and the roughness I felt under my palm was my hair standing high to salute the coldness of the king inside this mansion.
"How you got to the king's room, I do not know why. You disappeared last night and I only saw you going down the steps just now. I wanted to ask you the same thing."
"Could you be a little more persuasive than an amateur fabricator," I advised him as I began walking away again. He should try better with his lying ability.
"I am serious and you could not get a ride from here," he informed me.
I groaned as I raked through my hair with my fingers. Could this get any worse?
"I will get my car to pick you up, okay?"
I nodded in acceptance of his generous information and offer but I continued walking. A few steps forward meant I get to spend lesser time with him in the car.
He began walking beside me and I turned to look at him confused, wasn't he getting his car again?