All Because of an Accident|

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Stress & Intentions
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"YOU DON'T?" I ask, confused at his answer.

"No. Why?" His attention is set on me, eyes trained on mine.

He's obviously lying.

The sudden way his breath dragged out, the tick of his jaw and the way he had the sudden urge to watch my every movement. These are tell signs of someone hiding something.

"Never mind.." I trail off. I try to walk off, hoping he'd make me stay for more answers.

I took a minimum of two steps before his large hand gripped my wrist. He spun me around and glared at me.

"Royal, answer the damn question." He demanded. His voice was stern and it shocked me how he was able to make his voice go that demanding.

"Fine. Let go." I mutter as I try yanking my arm back. He releases my arm and stares at me.

"The employee I was talking about- the one that came to me- she said that this person named Marcus was doing horrible things to them." I explained. He listened intently as he watched my lips move and my voice shake.

"I wanted to know what you were going to do about it because I know there is no way you'd condone something like that." I finished.

"Well, I don't have anyone named Marcus working here. Maybe the person you spoke with was lying?" He queried.

He was trying to make me doubt myself, doubt Vivian.

"No. She wouldn't lie, not about something like that." I said. The blanket I had been wrapping around my body now barely covering my shoulders.

"I don't have anyone named Marcus on my payroll. My only suggestion would be not to trust people you don't know. Especially here." He replies. He shamelessly downed his drink, breaking eye contact with me for only a second.

I sigh as I think back to Vivian. She seemed shaken up when she spoke. Her body language emitted the truth.

My face slightly scrunches up in thought, unaware that Prince's stare was still on me, he spoke up.

"I see this has caused you stress." He tilted his head to the side as he examined my face. I looked up at him and furrowed my eyebrows.

"As an apology for my employees false information," He began, slowly swishing the empty glass in his hand out of pure instinct. "I'll take you to dinner."

I looked at him with a stoic expression.

Like hell I'm having dinner alone with you-

"And I'll politely decline." I state harshly. Whatever Prince was hiding had to be big. Especially since he's lying about not having a Marcus working for him.

"I wasn't asking." He said said calmly. His gaze went from my mis-matched eyes to one of the tall, green bushes that hid in the far corner. He squinted his eyes but stopped when I began speaking.

"I'm supposed to be watching your son. I'm not babysitting you, too." I say, annoyed with his actions.

"My mother can watch Adonis for the rest of the night. And by the time we leave, he should already be asleep." He argued.

"Bu-"

"Royal." He cut me off. I closed my mouth as his eyes burned into mine. His ability to have such an intense stare say so much yet not speak a word terrified and amazed me all at the same time.

"You will have dinner with me." He stated. He looked down at the shiny and golden watch he had wrapped around his wrist before looking back at me.

"Tonight. At ten." He finishes and walked off. I stood there, confused and angry.

First he lies about Marcus, accuses Vivian about lying to me, then demands I have dinner with him?!

I huffed as I thought about it. I had stood there for a good six seconds, silently fuming at what just happened and the fact that I didn't put up much of a fight.

I was interrupted when the same nearby bush Prince was looking at began to make noises. They suddenly stopped once my gaze met its leaves.

Yeah- no.

I quickly turned on my heel and basically ran back inside.

As I plopped on my bed I realized something.

I still didn't discuss my pay..

Maybe this dinner would give me the unscripted time I need to speak to him about it.

As I over thought everything, like I usually did, I began to wonder what type of dinner this would be. The only types of dinner I've seen people have with their bosses resulted in one of two ways.

One- they get murdered. Or two- they end up sleeping together and in the long run, end up in a never breaking relationship.

Prince don't seem like the type to kill for no reason.. I hope. And he most definitely doesn't seem like the romantic-relationship type either.

So just what was his intention with this dinner?