[Mr. Hottie meets his Match]
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By: Authoress K
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Chapter One
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Zane Charming
"Oh Jeez! Mariah, how many times do I have to say this?". I said exasperatedly.
So here I was in my bedroom, trying to convince a girl that all I had with her last night was just a one night stand.
"But Zane. I thought we had something, I thought you loved me, you said that to me throughout the night so many times ".
"Love? What did you just say?". I asked laughing hard. "Oh damn! You didn't tell me that you joined the circus. Why are all you girls so naive?".
"This isn't funny". She said tearfully.
"Leave my room".
"You used me".
"Pretty much".
"You lied to me". She scoffed. "You are no different from the others, you are just disgusting like them, lying to girls to get what you want".
"Oh, so now I'm disgusting because I slept with you and didn't want you again ? And again, you mentioned something about love, didn't you? Mariah, I'll place a bet that you don't feel anything love for me as well".
"What? Thats not true, Zane, I'm in love with you".
I scoffed. "Or you just love the fact that I'm wealthy and handsome? Isn't that it?".
"Thats not true!".
I stood straight watching her weep on my bed. She kept on crying with tears running down her face.
"Mariah. You have just ten seconds". I spoke up coldly. "Or I will hand you over to my bodyguards to show you out".
"Zane ... ". She continued crying.
"Oliver". I tapped on the intercom in my room speaking into it. "There's a trash you and the guys need to pick up here".
"Zane, you can't be serious. I gave you my innocence, you are the second guy__ ".
"Shut the fuck up". I retorted. "You and I know thats not true considering that pool you call a pu*sy".
"I will not let you insult me". She replied frowning.
"Fine, then leave my room".
She had this look of hatred in her eyes when standing up and getting her heels.
"And oh, before I forget". I said going over to my drawer opening it as I took out a pack of contraceptives pills.
I closed the drawer before handing it to her.
"What are those?". She asked eyeing it.
"I'm not letting you get pregnant for me".
"B-but I told you, I'm on the pill". She stuttered.
"And you actually think that I would believe that? I know girls like you, Mariah, you don't let chances like this slip away from your hands". I smiled amusedly. "Isn't that why you agreed to spend the night with me? So you could have a chance getting pregnant for a crowned prince, hmm? Isn't that it?".
Her silence made me understand that was it all.
I've had experiences with girls like that wherever I go.
Here in Florida, whenever I step in with a club, girls tend to usually flock around me.
And some of them won't hesitate to go into a bed with me.
All in the name of wanting to get pregnant for me because I'm a prince.
The prince of Denmark.
"Take the pills, Mariah. I want to see you swallow them in front of me so the slight chance of me ever seeing you after today is zero". I added.
I watched as she took the pills glaring at me.
"Sorry, I spoilt your plan". I said giving her a cheeky grin.
"My Prince?!".
I glanced at the intercom relieved that my bodyguard finally answered.
"Just come pick up the trash". I said icily and dropped the intercom.
"Bye, Mariah".
I walked out of the room stepping back in the shower room. I got in and went directly to the sink turning it on as I splashed water on my face.
Damn! Last night was hot.
That girl really know moves.
And she said 'I took her innocence'.
I scoffed inwardly.
Girls!
I turned off the faucet and stared at my reflection in the mirror smirking.
Damn it! I look hot.
Well I'm Zane Charles Charming, thats right. I'm charming.
The only son of King André and Queen Consort Victoria of Denmark.
Yeah. Denmark in Europe.
Although, I don't live in Denmark.
I'm in Miami, Florida with my only sibling and twin sister, Chicago Charming.
My Dad sent me to America to school in one of the best high schools in the state.
Along with my sister ...
It would have been better if I was the only one here in the U.S.
But of course, my mother felt it was necessary for Chicago to watch me.
And seriously, thats what she does, keeps on lecturing me on not to bring girls into the house anymore.
But its my house as much as hers.
At least, I have to enjoy my time here before moving over to Denmark for my College education.
But despite being annoying, Chicago Zeya Charming is still my sister ...
She's the only female in my heart apart from Mother.
Thats the thing about me. I hate the word, 'love' because its not real.
Real love doesn't exist.
There's only infatuation, lust and also pretense between the couples. And then eventually, one of them will have to cheat.
Thats why I steer clear of relationships.
I can't be committed and I know that.
I don't have time for keeping girlfriends, relationship, and stuff.
If I wanted a girl, I can just have her. Any girl would kill just to spend a night with me in my bed as they are in love with my status in Denmark, cuteness and money, Fame and all of that stuff.
"Let go of me!!". Mariah's voice cut into my thoughts.
"Zane .. !!".
A smile curved unto my lips as I heard her crying.
I'm pretty sure the bodyguards are dragging her out of my room.
Too bad.
She's pretty sweet in bed though, just that I don't do late ladies twice. Thats not how I'm supposed to roll.
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Blair Virgo
I turned off the shower as I flipped the switch of the water heater off.
I walked over to the door taking my towel off the rod next to it as I tied it round my body.
I opened the door and walked out setting foot into the fluffy flip-flops in front of the bathroom.
I could hear rustling in my room so I knew the maids were probably there, doing their jobs.
"Good morning, ma'am Blair". The maids greeted me as I stepped into the room.
Water dripped from my wet long hair to my shoulder as it stuck against my back.
I nod at them walking over to the large mirror next to my dresser table.
"So... My clothes for today?". I asked as I stared at my reflection in the mirror.
Hmm.
My face is clean, no spots.
Perfection.
"Your dress is ready, ma'am".
I turned around to see the clothes lying on the bed and I gasped realizing what it was.
"Who the hell picked this?". I yelled at the two maids.
"We did". They glanced at each other and replied simultaneously. "We both did, ma'am".
"Are you nuts?! I wore this dress last week while going for a shoot with Ivy and Anna, have you gone crazy? How do you expect me to wear this twice?".
"We are sorry, ma'am".
"How useless can you be? Huh? What if the media caught me wearing those? Do you know what that would mean? How many times do you need me to say this out to you two? I don't wear my clothes twice!".
"We are sorry, ma'am Blair".
I huffed angrily as they stood there, tears could be seen at the corner of their eyes.
They should be crying!
One snap of my fingers and they are fired! Thats it!
"Get out of my room". I barked angrily at them. "And hey, you".
One maid turned back. "Yes, Ma'am?".
"Get Vanessa to my room immediately and she has just a minute to do so. Do you understand ?".
"Yes, Ma'am Blair". She said and scurried out of the room hurriedly.
Ugh!!
What nerve!
I almost wore the same clothes twice!
Damn!!
I am Blair Virgo, only child of Governor Novoa Virgo of Florida.
I don't have a sibling and I like it that way so no need to share.
And my Mum ... she died while giving birth to me.
Am obsessed with my outward appearance because I love to look good for the media.
I also have a darling boyfriend, Jaxx.
I love him so much because he'll do anything just to make me happy, any thing to please me and thats what I call sweet.
Its almost like I have all because what more could you ask for other than a cute boyfriend who's madly in love with you.
Jaxx Monroe.
He's from one of the wealthiest families in the New York city although he schools in Florida here with me at Ivy Royals.
Jaxx and I are like the most adorable couple ever.
I mean, we have a fan-page of us on almost every social media platform.
Our couple name is hashtag JAIRE.
Jaxx is the alpha of the relationship although he doesn't do what he knows I wouldn't like.
Things like getting together with another girl.
If he does that, I would literally tear the girl apart.
Thats the thing about me, I hate being competed with.
You get in my way and you never gonna do that again.
I went to my dressing room and checked each of my wardrobes for clothes that hasn't been worn.
Oh God! I really need to get this damn wardrobe changed again today.
I quickly chose a matching set of underwear and wore it before settling on black tight shorts and a pink light tank top.
I picked one of my waist chains and wore it around my waist, then I put an ankle chain on my ankle before wearing my bangles.
A loud knock sounded on the door and I went back to my room. The knock came again and I groaned before opening it.
"You can come in". I said loudly.
"Ma'am Blair". Vanessa came in almost immediately. "You called for me?".
"Yes. Why isn't my wardrobe changed? And the clothes in there, why aren't they updated yet?".
"You didn't ask for that". She replied meekly.
"Do you seriously have to wait for me to ask?". I groaned. "Okay fine, jot what I want to say".
She hastily brought out her tablet.
"I want a dozen of those designers dresses shown on the Lenz runway this morning and have them delivered immediately here". I instructed. "And also, you talk to the owner of Faire, tell them I need a collection of their new available purses they advertised on their Instagram page yesterday".
"Okay, ma'am". She said as she started jotting on her notepad. "What else?".
"I've contacted the Lenchez company, I want you to send two of your staff to go get me new jewelries, they must all be Diamond, I have enough gold". I clicked my tongue. "While you are on that, get me the top fashion designers, I want them to re-design my wardrobe and get me new things to wear, something that the media will be in awe of".
"Yes, ma'am Blair".
"The day after Tomorrow is Monday and I want all this done before then so I can get to school with my name being in the fashion news, do you understand?".
"Yes, miss". She nodded still typing on her notepad.
"Good. You can leave now".
I walked back to my king-sized bed and flopped on it grabbing my gold colored phone from the classic bedside table.
I unlocked the phone going directly to call log but there was no missed calls.
Ugh!! Why won't Jaxx call?
We had an argument last night and he's usually the one to apologize so I'm waiting for him to call and say sorry.
He's been angry about what I did to a certain girl back in school on last Friday.
I sighed and turned to see Vanessa still standing there.
"Yes? And what are you still doing here?". I yell at her getting frustrated. "I'm done with your assistance. Your presence is no longer needed, Do my eyes a favor and leave!".
"I'm sorry, ma'am. But Governor Novoa Virgo calls for you".
Shit! Dad never asks to me unless its very important.
Did he find out that I locked up his vice-president's daughter in a closet?
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TBC