He carefully removed my towel, and began applying more of the substance to my skin.
I felt a chill and a lingering cold sensation on my skin.
He then took the clothes from my grasp. "Hey!" I exclaimed, frowning, but he didn't respond.
My frown deepened as he turned me to face him and began dressing me in the clothes.
I clenched my fists tightly, my fingers digging into my palms. He didn't even give me underwear or a bra.
My breasts and buttocks were left exposed and dangling.
I thought I was going to be the one to do all of those things. But he always gets wants he wants, and opposing him is not an option.
He finished dressing me and turned me around, then sat me down in a chair, facing the mirror.
I gazed at my reflection, then watched as his reflection searched the table for something.
I watched as he pulled out a strange black object with a hole in it from the drawer.
"What is this?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.
He chuckled softly and replied, "Oh, dear, this is a blow dryer. It's used for drying hair."
I nodded impassively in understanding, and Liam proceeded to lift my wet hair.
He turned on the blow dryer, causing my hair to dance around my face as he worked his magic.
After finishing, he picked up a brush and applied some product to my hair, leaving it feeling incredibly soft and silky as it cascaded down my shoulders.
With a gentle touch, Liam wrapped his arms around me.
"Now, don't you look adorable, my sweetheart?"
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his endearment. I'll never be his sweetheart, not in this life or the next.
Then, he pulled away, "I'll go get dressed," he said.
I didn't respond, but watched through his reflection on the mirror as he turned around and began walking towards a door.
My gaze didn't shift even as he turned back around at me with a mischievous grin.
"And don't even think of escaping, dear. The door is locked."
With a playful wave, he disappeared into another room.
I huffed and stood up, What a creep!
How would I even think of escaping, when the only punishment he inflicts is claiming my body?
I began pacing around his spacious room, my hands trailing over the various items on display, drying to ward off any thoughts of Liam and what he did.
And it was working.
My curiosity got the better of me, and I couldn't resist the urge to explore his belongings more closely.
My eyes lingered on each object, taking in the details.
"Seems like you're making yourself at home," Liam's voice pulled me out of my reverie, and I turned to find him leaning against the doorway, his arms folded across his chest, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
His long white hair cascaded over his shoulder in a striking contrast to his dark attire, a soft smile playing on his lips.
"It's not what you think," I said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
"I could never like it here, I was just checking something."
Liam raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Oh, checking what?"
"Nothing, really. I was just looking around."
Liam chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement, causing me to clench my fists.
"Come on, let's watch TV," he said suddenly, his words prompting me to relax my grip.
"You mean the television?!" I exclaimed in surprise.
Liam laughed, "Yes, the television."
Ever since Hannah introduced me to the television, I've grown incredibly fond of it.
"Come on!" He said, his excitement matching mine.
A small smile involuntarily tugged at my lips as I watched Liam step away from the doorway.
He headed to my left, and I followed him into the spacious living room area of his suite, my eyes instinctively drawn to the massive television screen.
It was impressive, spanning most of the wall.
Liam settled into the plush red couch, then held out both arms to me, leaving me looking puzzled.
"What?"
"Come here," he said.
"Why?"
"I want to hold you."
I hesitated, crossing my arms and looking away. But before I knew it, he gently pulled me towards him, guiding me to a cozy spot between his legs, then wrapped his arms around me in a tender embrace.
"Be a good girl, okay?" Liam whispered, his breath tickling my ear as he held me close.
I gritted my teeth, feeling the intense urge to struggle free and bite his arms off, but I knew my efforts would be futile, as he was far stronger than I.
He reached for a remote control and pressed a button, causing the television to come to life with a flicker of lights.
A thrill of excitement swept over me, and in that instant, the only thing that captivated my attention was the TV program unfolding before my eyes.
Liam's warmth was somehow comforting, but my mind remained fixated on the television screen, unwilling to tear myself away from the captivating show.
"Let's go down for dinner," Liam suddenly whispered into my ear.
"I'm not hungry," I murmured, my eyes still glued to the TV.
"You need to eat something," he insisted, then began showering my neck and cheek with gentle kisses.
Reluctantly, I yielded and stood up.
I shot him a cold glance before turning around and began walking away.
I made my way towards the bedroom door, and as I opened it, I was taken aback by a sudden encounter with Diana.
Her smile faltered upon seeing me. Why?
"Oh, um, Layla, you're here," she stuttered.
Just then, Liam emerged fully into view, towering behind me.
"Your Highness," Diana bowed respectfully.
"Dinner is ready," she announced, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
"Leave us, we'll be there shortly," Liam replied with a gentle tone.
"Of course, Your Highness," Diana responded, her departure marked by a graceful sway that seemed almost deliberate.
"Let's go," Liam urged, his voice pulling me back to the present moment.
I began navigating my way confidently, leading the way to the elevator.
Upon arriving, I pressed the call button.
"Aww, my baby's learning so fast," Liam said from behind me, causing me to roll my eyes.
The elevator arrived, and we both stepped in.
With a push of a button, we began our descent to the fifth floor.
We stood beside each other, and I tried my best to ignore Liam's gaze the whole time, despite feeling it on me.
The elevator's chime brought me a sense of relief, and without hesitation, I stepped out into the living room, where maids were bustling about.
As we made our way to the grand dining room, the maids lined up in perfect formation.
They bowed in unison as we passed, and I felt this sudden surge of pleasure within me.
Liam pulled out a chair for me. "Sit here," he said, before pulling out another one next to mine.
I hesitated for a moment before taking a seat, and then watched as Liam settled down in his own chair.
The maids and guards around us remained perfectly composed, unfazed by our presence.
It felt like we could do whatever we wanted, and they wouldn't complain, or even react.
Just then, stainless plates covered with lids were swiftly brought to the table, accompanied by a jar of water.
"Your dinner is served, Your Highness," a lady announced with a bow.
Liam waved her off, "You can go, I'll dish it out myself."
The lady bowed before departing, and my gaze shifted to Liam, who began to reveal one of the courses, then presented me with the first serving.
I couldn't help but eye the food warily, and then glanced at Liam whose features were partially hidden by his hair.
I think he noticed me staring, and slowly glanced at me, "What's wrong?"
My lips twitched before I responded, "How sure am I that this does not contain poison?"
"I won't ever try to kill you, so go on, eat up," Liam reassured me, picking up a portion of the dish and offering it to me on the fork.
"I don't want it," I protested, turning my head away.
I felt his warm hand cradle my jaw, gently turning my head to face him, and then he surprised me with a tender kiss.
My eyes instinctively widened, and I felt him transfer the morsel from his mouth to mine before pulling away, leaving my heart pounding with suprise.
I furrowed my brows, unsure of how to react, and then looked away.
"I don't mind feeding you that way," Liam said, prompting me to pick up my fork and begin eating.
My gaze shifted back to Liam, who speared another morsel of food with his fork and brought it to my lips, urging me to open up.
I reluctantly accepted it with a frown, hoping to avoid another kiss.
He continued feeding me, his smile dancing on his lips as he watched me eat with careful attention.
He even gently wiped my lips with a tissue and handed it to a guard, who promptly took it and retreated.
I wondered what they intended to do with it.
"I want you to feed me," Liam declared, setting his fork down.
My frown deepened as I responded, "You have hands."
"But I fed you," Liam pouted.
"I didn't ask you to."
"Feed me," he repeated, his eyes pleading.
"No."
"Please."
I sighed in exasperation, "No!"
"Please."
Oh, for goodness' sake!
With a resigned sigh, I finally relented.
I picked up a fork, impaled a meatball, and slowly brought it to his mouth.
"This is it," I stated simply.
Liam surprised me by wrapping his warm hand around mine, guiding the meatball into his mouth while maintaining eye contact.
His gaze remained fixed on me as he savored the food, making my heart flutter.
What was this feeling?
What was he doing?
Why did his gaze feel like it was burning into my eyes?
I continued feeding Liam, trying to ignore the flutter in my chest despite his unwavering gaze.
With his plate now empty, the maids quickly moved in to clear the dining table, indicating that we had completed our meal.
"I'm going to sleep," I announced, pushing my chair back from the table, then stood up.
"Hold on," Liam's soft voice stopped me in my tracks.
I furrowed my brows, unsure of what he was about to say.
"What?" I asked.
"You're sleeping with me."
My eyes widened, accompanied by a racing heart as I responded, "I'm not."
"You are," he insisted, rising from his chair to stand in front of me.
"No, I'm not, okay?"
"Yes, you are," Liam persisted, lifting me up in his arms effortlessly before I could react.
"Let me go," I demanded, attempting to wriggle out of his embrace.
"No," he simply replied, and in a blink of an eye, we were in his room.
He settled me on the bed, and I found myself sitting up to meet his gaze, a hint of defiance in my eyes.
"If you need the bathroom, you can wake me up."
I tried to make a run for it, but he pushed me back onto the bed and joined me, wrapping me in a tight, comforting hug.
The room plunged into darkness as he held me close. And I suddenly felt myself drifting into slumber.
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I slowly awoke from my slumber, feeling Liam's strong arms wrapped around me.
I gazed up at his face, marveling at his chiseled features and undeniable beauty.
Strands of hair fell delicately across his face, cascading down to his broad, heaving chest
His pink, thin lips were slightly parted, and his flawless skin glowed in the light.
I huffed, frowning, and tried to free myself from his grasp, but he tightened his hold.
"Hey, let go of me!"
Liam's eyes slowly opened, and a warm smile spread across his face. "Good morning," he greeted me, pulling me closer to him.
I pushed against his chest, determined to break free, but his grip was too tight. "There's nothing good about this morning, so let me go!"
He didn't listen or respond, but suddenly, Liam leaned in and planted a quick kiss on my lips, leaving me puzzled and my heart pounding heavily.
He released me to the morning cold and sat up, running his hands through his disheveled hair.
As my heart stabilized, I quickly sat up and shot him an angry glare. "I hate you!""
Liam's grin broadened at my words. "I love you," he responded.
My frown deepened, and I scoffed, "No, you don't."
"Of course, I do."
"Do you want me to shout it out to the whole world?"
"That's not necessary," I muttered, my frustration growing.
I stood up from the bed and headed towards the door.
Surprisingly, he didn't call me back. Well, who cares?
As I reached the door, I turned around to look at him, eyeing him as he stared at me with a smile, as if admiring me.
"I love you," he whispered, but I simply scoffed and turned away.
I stormed out of the room, clutching my chest.
I couldn't deny that his words had sparked something in my heart.
Everything about him made my heart race - his soft pink lips, his intense gaze, those sharp canines...I could feel my heart pounding beneath my hand.
What is this feeling?
I walked along the corridors until I reached my room door.
I pushed it open with a long eerie creak and stepped inside.
My feet whispered against the floor as I walked to my bed and sat down.
Then, I released my grip on my chest and stared at the floor.
I hope I'm not developing feelings for him. It would be wrong if I did.
I took a deep breath, then stood up. I had to get ready for the day.
I walked over to the bathroom with my towel draped over my shoulder and began freshening up.
Momentarily, I emerged with my towel wrapped around my chest like a warm shield, protecting me from the chill, and proceeded to the wardrobe.
I opened it and stared at the clothes for a while, my mind filled with thoughts of Liam's beautiful face, his lips...
I raised my hand to my lips, my fingers pressing against them.
His lips were so soft; mine were soft too, but his...it's just so...ahh!
I shook my head, took down my hand, and scolded myself, "Snap out of it, Layla! Don't think such nonsense."
I gave my cheeks a few painful slaps before stretching out my arms to the hangers and allowing my hand to pick any clothes of its choice.
My fingers trailed across the hangers until they settled on a particular one.
I withdrew it to reveal a blue jean jumpsuit with a white top. It's nice, I thought.
I removed it from the hanger, along with my innerwear, then closed the wardrobe and walked over to my bed.
It took me a few moments to get dressed, and after I finished, I applied the necessary deodorant and then slipped my feet into warm blue rubber slippers that made a soft squelching sound.
I picked up Liam's clothes and walked over to my door. When I reached it, my hand grasped the cold metal door knob, and I twisted it to exit.
I closed the door with a loud bang and made my way to the elevator.
Getting there, I pushed the call button and waited for its arrival.
I'm glad I learned how to use this; now I feel like a pro at it.
I let out a small chuckle and stepped into the elevator, pressing the floor button.
The doors closed with a gentle click, and I felt the elevator descending slowly.
I adjusted Liam's clothes in my hands as I gazed at the display changing numbers on the wall.
As soon as it reached five, it made a 'ting' sound and stopped.
The doors slowly began to open, gradually revealing the living room.
As they fully opened, I stepped out, shifting Liam's clothes to a comfortable hold, and began making my way out.
But then, I accidentally bumped into someone. "Oh!" I exclaimed, startled.
I raised my gaze to meet a pair of beautiful green eyes staring back at me - Diana's.
"It's fine," she said, her smile revealing her entrancing dimple.
But then I frowned, recalling how she had deliberately accentuated her charm while walking away from me and Liam the previous night.
I turned to leave, but then suddenly, she called out to me.
"Layla!" I halted and turned to face her. "What?"
"Can we talk in private?"
I raised a brow ,"Why?"
"I need your help with something."
"What's so urgent that it requires secrecy?"
"It won't take long, I promise."
I sighed and relented, "fine."
She led me to a quiet corner, and I asked, "so, what's this about?"
"Well, I've noticed that you and the prince seem quite close."
"We're not," I denied, shrugging.
"But it seems that way, given the way he looks at you."
"so?"
"I thought that since you two are close, you could help me get closer to him."
I eyed her skeptically. "Why don't you do it yourself?"
"I can't be myself when I'm so close to him. I've really grown to love his highness, and I'm hoping that he feels the same way about me."
Oh wow, so she loves Liam?
"Well, I can't make him fall in love with you. If you truly love him, talk to him yourself and leave me out of your love story."
"Please, just help me talk to him. I beg of you, please. You're the closest person to him, and I'm sure he'll listen to you."
"I can't help you, sorry."
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime request, Layla. Please, just do this for me."
I shook my head with a frown. "No, I can't."
"Please, Layla."
My gaze lingered on hers for a moment, and she suddenly grasped my shoulder, her piercing green eyes locking onto mine with an intense gaze that held me captive, as if refusing to release me until I acquiesced to her request.
"Please, Layla, please. You'll be helping me win someone I love so deeply, please just help me talk to him."
"Why do I have to get involved?" I asked, trying to pull away.
"Please, Layla, just do this for me?" Her grip tightened on my shoulder.
I sighed and shook my head before relenting, "Fine, fine. I'll talk to him."
"Thank you so much, thank you!" Diana exclaimed, wrapping me in a tight hug.
"If that's all, I'll be on my way now," I said, extricating myself from her grasp and walking away.
I exited the mansion and headed towards the laundry room.
But suddenly, my fists clenched involuntarily, as if possessed by a fleeting emotion.
Why am I feeling jealous? No, no, Layla, don't be ridiculous. It's impossible.
I dampened my dry lips with my tongue and swallowed hard, attempting to shake off the absurd notion.
It's all just my imagination playing tricks on me.
As I stepped into the laundry building, I noticed a cluster of ladies huddled in a corner, their conversation halted as they turned their heads in unison, their cold gazes piercing through me like daggers.
I felt a shiver run down my spine.
"Speak of the devil and she arrives," one of them sneered.
"She thinks she's so much better than us." Another chimed in.
"And to think she's so ugly."
The latter remark felt like a punch to the gut, my heart sinking to the depths, as if the floor had given way beneath me.
I chose to ignore their comments and continued on my way.
My focus was on getting the laundry done, so I approached the washing machine.
I opened it, put in Liam's clothes with soap, closed the lid, and turned it on.
"Hey," a lady called out from behind me, but I remained focused on the movements of the washing machine.
Suddenly, someone pulled me by my hair, causing me to quickly turn around and instinctively slap that person hard across the cheek.
"Ah!" she cried out in pain, and another lady yelled, "Hey!"
"Don't you dare yell at me!" I retorted firmly.
"Who do you think you are, huh? Slapping anyone you come across with, huh?" she yelled in response.
"Be quiet you fool. You don't just go around dragging people's hair," I raised my voice in frustration.
The ladies started laughing, mocking me. "This brat doesn't know what she's getting into," one of them sneered as she chuckled.
I huffed and folded my arms, unamused by their behavior.
Their laughter ceased as one of the ladies challenged me, "Now you, who the hell do you think you are to raise your hand at me?
"Why would you pull my hair in the first place?"
She smirked, "I'll show you who's boss," and signaled to the other ladies to step forward.
"Stay back!" I warned, "Don't come any closer."
"Or what?" they challenged, taking steps in my direction.