All Because of an Accident|

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Anything & Please
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"WHAT ARE YOU talking about?" I asked as I stepped in front of him. Prince's eyes hadn't left Zion's since he walked up.

"Hey man, I'm Zion." He greeted with a smile.

Prince obviously didn't return it.

"Royal." Prince said as he finally looked at me. "Let's go."

He glared daggers at Zion and I just stared at him in shock and confusion. He turned and walked down the street.

I looked back at Zion and sighed.

"I'm so sorry, I have know clue what's wrong with him." I apologize. He seemed understanding though. "Here's your coat."

"No, no keep it." He rejects. I gave him a confused look. "It'll give me an excuse to see you again."

He smiled cheekily and I laughed.

"And whenever your 'not boyfriend' cools down, check the pocket." He smirked. I tilted my head at his sentence but all he did was lean down and give my cheek a kiss, whispering a goodnight before he walked off.

I stuffed my hand in the pocket, only to pull out a white piece of paper with a phone number written on it.

I rolled my eyes with a smile as I memorized it and crumbled it, hoping that whatever crawled up Prince's ass doesn't try to take the coat away from me.

I turned around when I heard the loud skid of the cars tires, telling me that the driver was already here.

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"So you're gonna have a whole fit about it but won't say a word." I finally speak up.

We had sat in the car, silently. He was staring at me most the time, while I stared right back.

"Who was that man?" He questioned.

"Finally he speaks." I said with an unamused look. He scowls at me, ushering me to answer his question. "His name is Zion. He was helping me find you."

"Royal, you don't go out with strangers." He said as calmly as he could.

I deadpanned.

"I was supposed to be on a date with you and I barely know you." I replied. "All I know is you live in a huge house, have an adorable kid, work with a mafia, and have a tendency to lie your ass off."

He stared at me before sighing, running his hand down his face. He pulled out his phone, quickly typing something and sending it.

Next thing I know, the car stops. I hear the drivers door open and close.

"What the hell just happened?" I ask as I see the driver stand outside his door through my tinted window.

"I told him to wait outside."

"Why?"

"You said you don't know anything about me. I want to change that." He said as he looked from me to literally anywhere else.

He's so not an emotion guy.

"I can ask you anything?" I question. He nodded his head and I smirked. "And you'll have to answer truthfully."

"Yes, go ahead."

Is he serious? Time to test it out.

I'll start by asking simple, small questions and work my way up from there.

"How old are you?" I asked. He raised both eyebrows, probably expecting me to jump right into it.

"Twenty-four."

"What happened to Juniors mother?" I asked next.

"She took off a few months after Junior was born." He answered. Although he tried to make it seem as if he wasn't affected by this particular question, his eyes held regret and pain for a second.

"So then what's up with Blue Day?"

"The only thing his mother left for him was a blue blanket." He said with a sigh. "We created Blue Day, hoping it would bring closure to him and that it wasn't his fault that his mother left."

"Why did she leave?" I pressed.

He narrowed his eyes at me before answering.

"Because, apparently, I'm not a good emotional lover." He said with a sarcastic sigh.

"Okay, that's TMI but thanks for your honesty." I said with a laugh. Once I stopped, I saw him smiling at me.

"Who is Marcus and why are you lying about him?" I suddenly asked. He leaned his head back on the seats cushion. 

I was going to ask why he got so mad at Zion and me but I couldn't hold back this question anymore.

"And remember, the truth." I reminded. He just rolled his eyes.

"I know." He mumbled. He picked his head back up, looking at me closely. I allowed him to get as close as he wanted once he started leaning forward.

"Can you still say, with a hundred percent certainty, that my employees' words were to be trusted?" He asked.

Although I did catch Vivian sneaking out of my room, I trust what she said with all my heart.

"Yes." I quickly answered. He slightly pulled back, examining my face.

"And you're a hundred percent certain you want to know?"

"Yes."

"Marcus is my cousin." He responded, checking my face for a reaction.

"What?!" I shouted out. "He's your cousin and you didn't tell me?!"

"I just told you." He replies sheepishly. I scoff in disbelief as I put my hands in my curls.

"Why wouldn't you tell me before?" I asked, lowering my voice so I didn't freak out any more. I held my head in my hands, avoiding eye contact with him.

He remained silent. I heard quiet shuffling besides me and I felt his warm, calloused hand land itself on my knee.

"Don't hate me, Royal." He whispered in my ear before continuing,

"Please."