Limerence

Chapter twenty seven

"Can someone please explain to me what is going on?" the blonde asked the moment he stepped into the meeting room. George entered after him, realizing that most of his men were there, some of them with worry painting their faces, while others shared annoyed glanzes.

"Ask the fucking advisor." the same man from before, Michael maybe?, spat pointing at George.

"W-what?" the brunette stuttered watching as everyone turned to look at him. He didn't like that kind of attention.

"The fucking Prince just gave an order to kill Dream and any of his associates. Anyone who gives information about our whereabouts will be given a reward. All because he is looking for his stupid advisor."

George was as surprised as the rest of the group. Why was Clay looking for him when he literally proved to George that he couldn't care less about him? What kind of sick game was he playing? Because he had to be playing with George. Making him feel wanted by throwing him away like some used toy.

"What are you even talking about? How is that my fault?" George inquired walking to the man.

"Are you really going to pretend that you didn't come all the way here just to know where Dream was staying so you could run and tell The Prince? Isn't that the reason you came here in the first place?"

The brunette could feel everyone's gaze on him. He felt exposed. Everyone was watching him like he was a menace to them. He wouldn't have been surprised if anyone had jumped on him just then.

Before he could defend himself, Luke spoke:

"Dream, we need to go."

But Dream didn't move a muscle, so the brunette walked back to his side. He took his hand trying to make him react.

"Luke's right. Clay's going to be here any min—"

"Clay?" Dream questioned, his face turning harsh. He pulled his hand away from George's aggressively. George felt hurt at the sudden action. He knew Dream was getting angry, but it wasn't like George wanted any of this to happen.

"Dream—"

"Go get the carriages ready. I'll meet you in a moment." he ordered his employees, his eyes burning George's face.

The air was tense. He could feel Dream about to explode any second now and he couldn't help but blame himself. Was it really his fault that The Prince was obsessed with him? Yes, he had been playing along to his games, but The Prince himself made it clear that he was just doing that; playing.

For The Prince, George was just another whim he would get tired of. Why did he want to control everything around George so badly? Why didn't he let him live like he wanted? Why couldn't he be free?

Because he was limerent towards George. But of course, George didn't know that. He didn't understand the magnitude of Clay's obsession.

When everyone left, George decided to speak up.

"Dream, I promise, I had no idea that he was coming. I—"

"The whole fucking royal guard is looking for us." the blonde interrupted him. "No, they are looking for you. What does that mean? I-I thought there was nothing going on between you two."

"There isn't! Dream it was just— I was just—" he tried to explain but nothing came out.

"You were just what, George!? Playing around with him!?" tears started to form in George's eyes. "Letting him fuck you!?"

"Stop yelling at me!" he begged as his voice cracked. "You have no right to be mad at me."

"I have every damn right to be mad at you if I want to." the taller countered moving in front of George. He looked down at the advisor with disgust. "He is looking for us because you decided to play with fire. You decided to have fun with him while knowing your heart belongs to someone else."