Am I dead?
Was this how heaven feels like? Or perhaps hell because it was suffocating. It was like i was drowning in the dept of a sea. So hell feels exactly like suffocation and torture. Wait, was i really in hell? I sprang my eyes open.
Wait, this is water. I am in the water. A pool? I didn't die? I could see the light above it. Maybe I wasn't dead yet. I just have done something good in my past life for me to be alive again.
I quickly swam up, and gasped out for air. I ran my fingers across my face, then through my hair and rub my eyes to get back my sight, because it was quite blinding.
"Who are you?"
Male's voice. Am i still in hell? A male was behind me. And getting back my clear sight....i looked around me in surprise. Where was i? I felt my heart thumping widely against my chest, leaving me really scared.
Turning around, a clear complete male packs welcomed me. Male? I lifted up my face only to see a person; a male; staring at me, naked!!
In shock i screamed out loudly, before falling unconscious.
***
Um, bed. A very fluffy bedsheet on a soft mattress . It was heartwarming, and sweet and soft too. My eyes were shut closed as I kept cuddling the sheet on the bed. I was moving like a snake in paradise, as i slept on the very comfortable bed.
Wait, a bed. Just a moment ago, i was in a pool, with a man. A naked man. Now, i am on a super soft bed? There is definitely something wrong here. I snapped my eyes open, and a very beautiful and weird looking ceiling welcomed me. Wait, this wasn't my father's house. Also not my apartment. Pool? Man? Oh no. Did the...
"Are you done enjoying the bed?"
I heard a thick cold voice. Turning my head, i gasped out in shock. He was staring directly at my eyes. Blue eyes like the sea, perfect nose and lips, he also has a fair skin. And he is...oh no.
"Pervert!" I screamed, sitting up well.
I looked at myself. Thank Goodness I was still clad, but wer. I grabbed the sheets from the bed, covering my wet body.
"You are the pervert. You were in my pool, and you fainted."
I wasn't listening to all he was saying. How could a man stay naked in front of a woman, speaking so freely like that, like it was nothing. Doesn't he fell at least uncomfortable and embarrassed standing in front of me like that?
"Cover, cover up now!" I found myself stuttering, and at the same time, trying to take away my face from this very embarrassing situation i found myself in.
"And if I don't?" He questioned coldly. Hiẹ voice sent shivers through my spine in a very strange way. He voice was enchanting and at the same time strangely dangerous. But well, I was nervous instead, not scared.
"Then I...i will report to the cops. You are harassing me. What did I do wrong?"
"You were hiding in my bath, and when you couldn't take it much longer underneath the water, you showed up..." He spoke back at me, looking very upset. I wonder what I did wrong. He was the shameless one. I was the victim here.
"The police were chasing some thieves, and...and...I think I was hit by a car. I landed in the river, why are you lying?" My voice came out like a whistle. I was nervous. And his whole body looked really exotic to me. Never in my life have I seen such a good body and a handsome face who is a pervert. Infact, have I ever seen a man's naked body before?
"Will you just stop saying nonsense woman? Now tell me,"
He moved closer to me in an imposing manner. "Who sent you?"
"What..." I frowned at him.
"Is it duchess Camille, or the crown prince? Tell me!"
**
He decided to step into his bath after coming back from an intense three weeks battle. He stripped naked before stepping into his bath. Relaxing his muscles, he saw his water bubbling strangely. He looked into the water, then grabbed his sword in a flash. Who was in the bath with him? He wondered.
And suddenly a head popped out, It was a woman. How did a woman get in here? The prince must be a very disgusting person to send a woman down the den of a hungry lion.
"Who are you?" He spoke out.
In hesitation, she turned, face to face with him. She screamed out, looking really shocked.
And strangely, she fell unconscious.
He stared at the floating woman in confusion. Did she just faint from shock?
Was the prince perhaps sending him an innocent person to destroy him. Well, he is going to destroy her first.
He took her, taking her all the way into the his room. At first he was very confused with the way she was dressed. He stared at her head to her toe. He looked at her feet wondering what she was wearing. And her legs, what is that? Why was she covered and at the same tightly naked? He grabbed the sheet at the side, throwing it on her body.
**
"Who and who?" I raised my brows in question. What the heck was he saying? Who the heck is duchess Camille, and who the hell is the crown prince. Was this some sort of movie? Am I starring in some sort of movie? Cause they would be no better explanation than being in a set-up movie, where I am supposed to act like a...what is my scene?
"And besides, what are you wearing?" He looked at me, from my head to my foot. I quickly covered my chest side with my arms. He must be a pervert. No doubt in that.
"Is this part of your script too. Ogling at me like I am your stripper, you pervert!"
"Call me that again and I will make you regret it." He scowled at me, but I still covered my busty area. Now I am praying in my heart; if this is a movie, the director should quickly make a cut for me to change this wet clothes on me. Or maybe a p*rn video, cause he wasn't wearing anything still. Does he really enjoyed staying naked in front of a lady?
And besides, where the world is the hidden camera? These people must be really good.
"Why are you looking around my room, woman? You better tell me now what your plan is with whomever you are working with. I am sure you know me, who I am. Even the toddlers get scared whenever they hear my name."
"And what's that? What's the name toddlers get scared of?" I raised her brows in question. How come someone's so full of himself? And besides, what character was he given? The arrogant prince who is always full of himself?
"Devon Ciel."
De....what? I never wanted to laugh, but my laughing gas could contain itself anymore. I burst out in laughter, almost rolling on my stomach. Devon? His character must definitely be a stupid prince who is ridiculously full of himself. Oh, he thinks Devon is a scary name. And who the heck fall for that name of his? Devon Ciel. He really thinks his name is scary. Wow, what a joke. Oh please.
.
Devon thought she was crazy. Maybe the crown prince or the duchess wasn't in hand of this crazy individual. Then who is she and where is she from? Everyone in the Kingdom, and outside knew him. No one dares to come to him, or look at him at the face. He is as mighty as a dragon, as powerful as a demon, and at the same time sly as a snake. And this woman clad in strange clothes doesn't know him? That's very weird. He felt offended with the way she laughed at him, but somehow got amused too. No one had ever laughed at him before. No one dared to laugh at him, even his late parents feared him when he was just little. He grabbed the black pant at the side of the bed.
"A man so full of himself, all cause he is handsome." I scoffed. "Devon is no scary name. I have so many friends who bares the name Devon, so stop being to full of yourself. The director must be so lame to give you the name Devon. And also... this bed is also surprisingly comfy." I chuckled.
He wore his weird looking pants. And then did I started to feel comfortable a little. I wanted to hop down from the bed, but instead tumbled badly, hitting my face on the woody floor.
"Arg!" I groaned.
"So careless."
I lifted my head to look at his handsome looking face. He then picked up his cloth, heading out of the room. Wait, is he leaving me here without telling what is happening? And what the hell am I supposed to say or do as this feels obviously like a movie.