Fearless Blood (Completed)

Fearless Rejection

Fearless Rejection

Chapter eighteen

I had to find out if Dom actually likes me. I mean, I know he says he does, but saying and meaning is different. If he likes me, then I would tell him I love him too, but if he doesn't.... I don't know what I would do. As much as it pains me, Matthew is just a piece in this game we're playing. Someone's going to get hurt.

I slowly walk the stairs to his room, "Hey Dom." I say casually, "No no no, hello Dominic." I shake my head, "To formal, so Dom, I was-"

His door started opening. My heart quickened, but then I got scared. Terrified. I just thought he would say yes. It would be perfect. We would get married, we could live in France. I always wanted to go to France. Oh! Then we could have two kids, from an orphanage of course. I wouldn't want to put someone through what Sofia went through.

Snapping out of my daze, I slink into the wall and disappear into the shadow.

Dom's head pokes out just as I hide. He looks around quickly then pulls back in. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"It's clear, now go before anyone sees you." I here his voice mutter.

"Bye, sweet cheeks." my heart dropped.

Courtney strides out of his room, looking stunning and perfect. Her dark blonde is flowing neatly down her shoulders, her shoulders are covered by a simple light blue dress. She turns and waves good bye to him, then descends the stair case.

I swallow the lump in my throat, and helplessly push back the tears. I should've known he was lying!

When I step out of the shadows, his head appears. "Valerie?"

I keep my back to him but stop walking, "Hmm?"

"Um, when did you get here?" I feel his hand on my arm.

"That doesn't matter. I just wanted to say..." that I love you! I bite my lower lip.

"Val? Yes?" he turns my to him and puts his hands on my shoulders.

I lightly shake my head but his hands keep me still.

"Well, I needed to talk to you too."

He lets me go and leans against the wall.

"Im sorry I put so much pressure on you. You know, my feelings to you and stuff. But, I get you don't feel the same way. I," he swallows, "Don't want you to feel like you have to see with someone you don't want to. I know you like Matthew, " his jaw clenches, "So it would be best for every one if you were with him. I guess."

It sounded so rehearsed and forced. I blinked away the tears, and stepped back. "So you can be with Courtney?"

He opens his mouth, then closes it. "Valerie, you have to understand I'm still a prince and next in line for the throne. I need a wife and a queen to role with me. If she has to be Courtney, well, so be it."

I know if I open my mouth, I'll just start crying, so I simply nod.

"But what did you want to say?" he looks helplessly in my eyes.

I know he loves me, and I know that I love him. So in theory, this could work. In theory.

But he's right, he has a kingdom to rule. He needs someone up for the job. And I have Matthew, who likes me. I like him too, but Doms just so, right. "It doesn't matter anymore."

He frowns, "Everything you have to say matters to me."

I laugh with no humor, "Not this."

"Val-"

"Dominic, I'm sorry I bothered you. Let's leave it at that!" I run my fingers through my knotted hair. "I'm sorry."

"You can't bother me."

I nod and fear the sudden movement will make the tears spill.

"Did you look at the book yet?"

My heart shatters even more, "I already have! I know how much you likes Vana. But I'm not her. That's not ME!"

"First, look again. Second, when you were 'her', you said you liked me, a lot! Did that all change?"

"Yes." I lie. "No. I don't know, Dominic! I was lying then."

"Oh. Okay." he nods and walks back into his room. I stand still until the door clicks shut. Then the tears flow. Fast. I walk down the hall back to Sofia's room, hiding my face with my hair.

"I always get what I want."

I don't have to look to know its Courtney. "You win. You can win in this game your playing, but to me it's not a game! But if it is to you..." I sob and slam the bedroom door.

She snickers.

Let her have him.

Tomorow I'll be gone, maybe I'll do what I told Matthew. I'll go sailing. Get my mind off stuff.

But that's the future, and you can't plan that stuff.