Prison Of Glass

07 | adult's day out

terrible writers block and exam pressure made me take forever to update, but this is a long ass chapter so... love me please

Anastasia

"This is fucking stupid!" He said in an irritated tone and I sighed loudly.

I gritted my teeth in annoyance. "I swear to god, one more word from you and I will chop your dick off and feed it to my dog." I growled. "You don't have a dog." He pointed at me and I growled at him and he raised his hands in mock surrender.

Turns out His Highness can't go even into a convenience store without a bunch of crazy fools following him around flashing their stupid cameras and taking his pictures.

So, we somehow found ourselves in my room, looking for some clothes for men as I happen to have a stash of the clothes left in the room by many of my one night stands.

"I look like a fucking joker wearing this shit." He snapped back at me. "You don't need those clothes to look like a joker, your personality is enough." I gave him a sarcastic smile, he squinted his eyes at me and flipped me off.

"This is all I have, take it or leave it princess." I said to him as I again rummaged through the closet, looking for anything better.

This man is a serious headache, I should carry a weapon around him, or maybe just a very strong coffee.

Finally, after one hour of whining and screaming, I was able to get him into a grey t- shirt and pants with a pair of sunglasses. "Wait!!" I said to him as I realized a very important thing.

The paparazzi can still recognize him, which is bad. I took out a beanie from a drawer and walked over to him.

"What is this?" He quirked up his eyebrow. "Safety measure." I simply said and he nodded understanding. Huh, that's a first. We actually had a normal conversation, short, but still a conversation.

I would actually consider being nice to him, but too bad he is a demanding asshole.

I stood on my tiptoes to reach his height to pull the beanie over his head. Instantly the smell of his fresh aftershave engulfed me, making me stagger a bit.

Why is he hot?! It would be so much easier to hate him if he wasn't.

I raised my arms and glided my hands over his hair, which were surprisingly super soft, and pushed the beanie on his head.

His grey eyes met mine and my breath hitched in my throat, noticing the intensity of his gaze on me. We held each others gazes for a moment until I snapped out of whatever trance I was in. What the fuck.

I cleared my throat and turned around, obviously regretting it, and started checking my hair in the mirror until I noticed what he was doing through his reflection.

"Where do you think you're going?" I turned, crossed my hands, staring at him as he made his way towards my bedroom door.

He quirked up an eyebrow. "Out?...."

"We are not going down from there." I stated firmly. " We are going down from here." I said, pointing at the large french window that led to the balcony of my room.

He scoffed. "We came up from there didn't we?"

"Yes, but now my parents will be home soon, so can't risk it." I shrugged.

"Why does it matter if they see?" He gaped at me.

"Stop asking me questions and jump of the damn window!"