The Good Or Bad Type

Chapter 34

"Where have you been?" My mother eyed me suspiciously
"I was just checking on my room."
"Eleanor was looking for you."
"Oh why?"
"I don't know, darling."
"Okay well I guess I'll go look for her then."
"I haven't seen Léo for a while either."
"I'll look for them both." I told her. I knew where Léo was, Eleanor looking for me was rather intimidating though.
"Don't scare her off."
"I won't mother."
"Good. Shes a good person."
"Yeah I know." Well when she wants to be she is.
"Go on then, go find your girlfriend." It didn't take me too long to find her and she didn't seem overly stressed or angry.

"Hey, baby." She smiled
"Hey." I said taking her hand in mine.
"I've been looking for you every where."
"Oh why?"
"Daddy said we should come visit this weekend."
"I can't, I'm going to Paris this weekend."
"But Type!" She whined.
"I'm sorry, El."
"What about next weekend?"
"Yeah sure."
"Okay good. Do I get a tour?" She asked looking up at me with those distracting dear eyes.
"Of course." I lead her through the corridors hoping we wouldn't bump into too many people.
"I wanna see your room."
"You sure?" I wasn't sure if Léo was still in there. After I cleaned him up he said he was gonna explore for a bit. I'm hoping he meant the Palace not my room.
"Yeah why not?"
"No reason." I shook my head taking her to my room taking as long as humanly possible.

"Type." She said as she opened the door and I felt my heart physically sink. He was there he must have been there.
"Yep?" I held my breath
"Isn't it crazy," she continued on sitting on the same bed I'd been with Léo only moments earlier. "that one day we'll be here with our children."
"Yeah pretty crazy." I agreed.
"The reason I really was looking for you was my father wants a formal agreement over our marriage."
"I said I wanted more time."
"He says we don't have time."
"I'm 22 years old, I have as much time as I want." I groaned
"But I don't. I need to be married off soon."
"Eleanor you're more than just a public wife to me."
"Really?" Her face lit up with the sweetest expression
"Yeah really. We're in a relationship not a business deal." I must have said something right because she leaned in and kissed me.

"Thank you." She hummed and I kissed her again gently parting her lips. I needed to remember I had to be gentle with her. She wasn't Léo. I also had to remain completely PG so she stays 'pure' until her wedding night.
"I trust you." She said kissing me again. I know how when you kiss two different people the one you like the least is supposed to be hard and rough but both of their lips were soft and sweet. El's were coated in lip gloss and it tasted like strawberries. Every curve of her body was smooth and soft. Léo's was sharp and hard but in the most attractive way possible. I know I shouldn't compare them but its hard not to.

"You can touch me." She whispered
"What?" No way in hell. Not in the same bed.
"Not too much." She told me guiding my hand to her breast. What was happening? This is not what I was expecting to happen today. "Type its okay." It isn't. It really isn't. Is it bad that, that was kinda turning me on?
"Eleanor, I'm not sure that this is what you want."
"Don't tell me what I do and don't want." She said kissing me. This feels so wrong.
"I don't think-"
"Stop thinking." She said simply placing her hand just bellow my belt. Fuck no. I moved her hand onto my thigh instead. Thats in the safe zone. "Don't you like me? You don't seem very into this." She pouted
"I'm more than into it but I like you too much to let you do this."
"How heroic." She rolled her eyes pushing me away. "I'll see you tonight then."
"El..."
"Whatever your Highness."

I honestly don't think I can deal with much more of this. After I talked to my mother and got another drink Léo reappeared looking like nothing had happened. I was kinda proud.
"Good evening Léo." My mother greeted and he bowed to both of us
"Good evening."
"How has your night been so far?" Why was she quizzing him so much?
"It was amazing thank you."
"I'm glad to hear it."
"Has Harrold confirmed some of the fine details about the weekend yet?" Léo asked
"Yes." God my mother could be bland sometimes
"Okay good." What was the tension going on here? I didn't like it.