Limerence

Chapter twenty one

It had been about two hours since The Prince left with Princess Monica to give her a tour around the castle. Two hours since Clay left him in his office replaying the filthy things they had done earlier over and over again. He kept going back to the thought of having Prince Clayton's head inside his mouth while he used George at his will.

He wondered if The Prince was thinking about him too.

The thought of him and Princess Monica being together, alone, made George's stomach stir. It was an ugly feeling. He wasn't sure why, but it annoyed him knowing that The Prince wasn't paying attention to him.

Was it jealousy?

Maybe it was.

Maybe he was jealous of the lack of attention from The Prince in that moment. Maybe it was that George knew they wouldn't be able to be together as much as George wanted them to be because of The Prince was soon to be wed.

George wanted to throw up.

It was strange for George to be thinking so much about The Prince. The last person that lived in his head rent free had been Dream and it didn't end up very well.

Dream.

Because of course, George's mind would always end up going back to him.

He thought about what he had told George the night before.

'You think about me when he's with you, don't you?' Dream had asked, his tongue spitting venom, something that was unfamiliar to George. His eyes were lit up with a dangerous anger George had only seen when Dream fought against one of his enemies. Dream had always treated George like he was his entire world... At least until he broke up with him.

'Do you see me when he looks at you with those eyes? They look just like mine.'

And he was right.

Maybe it was a coincide, but Dream and The Prince had very similar factions. If George hadn't known them, he might have thought they were brothers.

Both of their emerald eyes would look George with adoration. Their hands would touch his skin with delicacy, trying to engrave the brunette's figure into their brain. They would kiss George until he felt dizzy by the intoxication of their lips meeting each other's. They were both mesmerized by everything George did.

But George only loved one of them, even if he had said he didn't.

'I don't love you anymore.'

Liar! He remembered his heart screaming at him.

It had been one of the most pathetic lies he had ever said out loud, but that didn't stop him from spitting the words.

George knew that Dream had always been able to read through him. He couldn't lie to Dream because he knew George better than anyone, even George himself.

And still, Dream didn't say anything about the lie. He just stood there and took the words.

George cursed under his breath.

Why was he thinking of Dream? He had hurt George and didn't even look back to see all the mess he had made. He purposely broke George into a million pieces.

Or at least that's what he was trying to convince himself.

Maybe purposely wasn't the word.

Ever since Dream had left five years before, George had managed to believe that Dream was a cruel, vile, wicked man who didn't care about anyone but himself. But deep down George knew that wasn't true. Deep down he knew it was just an excuse to keep his pride.