My Bodyguard

Chapter 37

Mia's POV

"Don't give me that look." Watching his seductive look nearly made me re-decide my decisions.

Nearly.

Leon had asked me to meet him downstairs so he could tell me something important. I don't know what it could be. Maybe he got some answers about the alliance. Or maybe, he wanted his ass kicked from the game he pulled yesterday.

Don't get me wrong. He may be the Prince of Germany, but damn can I be creative.

I turn my attention back to Killian. "Why are fiddling so much? Have you shit yourself, again?" I cocked an eyebrow, teasingly.

He slowly approached me, placing his hands on my hips. "Shouldn't I remind you how you couldn't keep your hands to yourself?"

"Like this?" I palmed him through his pants. He growled in my ear, digging his nails through my skin. I could tell he was hard. "Was there anything you needed saying?" I question, batting my eyelashes and continuing palming him through his pants.

"If you weren't wearing that god damn pants, I wouldn't waste a second fucking you against that wall with everyone hearing how good I can make you come."

I grin. "Bet." Then I pulled back, leaving him hanging.

"Mia," he warned.

"We can't make his royal highness wait, can we?" Chuckling to myself, I lead both of us downstairs, ignoring Killian's quiet tantrum.

The whole castle was still a maze. We made it downstairs to meet Leon patiently waiting for us. I smiled, which he returned.

"I see the two lovebirds finally worked their little issues out," he joked.

I roll my eyes. "Shouldn't you worry about finding a girl before sticking your nose in our relationship?"

He dismissed my words with a wave of his hand. "Don't think I've been trying."

"Awh, does little Lee need some advice to get a woman?" He scowl at me, in which I grin. "Maybe you should try not to kidnap their boyfriend to prove your point in the first place. Or, dressing up like someone who's about to have diarrhoea."

"Oh please. My good looks does all the work."

"Whatever you say, Prince."

We laughed at one another of our little comebacks, walking side by side around the castle.

"I talked to my father."

I stopped.

Shit.

Is a good news or a bad news?

I remembered the heads up of his father being difficult of listening to anyone's idea, but his own.

I weigh down my option, but decided to fuck it. If things don't work out, then I'll have to convince his royal highness to change his mind.

"Do you know how long I had to talk my way to my father about this alliance?" He was talking more to himself, than to Killian or I. "Anyway, from my very convincing words, he finally agreed. It wasn't easy, I tell you. He kept giving me lectures about-"