His Worst Mistake

A Ms. Brahms😐

"Hello, Princess"  A deep voice ground out.

Margot was still staring into the pair of green eyes, still trying to process why the subject of her discussion moments ago, was suddenly behind her. Once her brain finally kicked in, Margot suddenly jumped out of her chair, pushing the Prince backward a bit. 

Margot turned to face the Crown Prince. "What are you doing here?" She asked him. The Prince shoved his hands into his pockets and then replied with a very nonchalant tone.

"I'm here to pick you up. Today's our engagement party remember." He had been staring at Margot since he arrived. He paused to look  Margot up and down before continuing his reply. "And judging from your looks, I doubt you currently have anything appropriate in that little dorm room of yours."

Margot was annoyed. "Uhm... Mr. Prince. What's wrong with how I look?"

The Prince let out a sigh. "Princess. You have the fashion sense of a fourteen-year-old. Your height doesn't help matters either. The only reason I believe your claim to be 19 is that nice ass of yours."

Margot's brain finally shortcircuited due to severe annoyance and a bit of anger. Her eyes twitched and then she finally yelled.

"Youuuuu bruteeeee!!!! First of all, my name's Margot. Not Princess. And my ass is not for you to comment on." Margot who took steps towards the prince with every phrase she spat out was now right in front of the Prince by the time she was done. Troy just towered over her and then looked down at her with a smile on his face.

"I don't know why you're getting worked up...Princess. By next weekend you'd be MY princess no?"

Margot suddenly had a shade of red on her cheeks against her lightly tan skin. 

"I-I'm not...I'm not m-marrying y-you!!!! You bruuutteee!!!"

The Prince chuckled to himself. Pushing himself off the wall, he and Margot were now touching. Chest to chest. No. More of Chest to belly. Margot, who was too caught up in her outburst, was unaware that Troy could lightly feel her breasts against his belly. Troy looked up at the ceiling and internally groaned. Looking back down at the ball of feisty in front of him, he snaked his hand around the back of Margot's neck and pulled her closer. Touching his lips to hers and giving her a peck kiss, he smirked. He would have gone further than that if they weren't in public. 

"We'll see about that Princess." He turned to leave and in his wake, two female bodyguards in black suits appeared. They bowed to Margot and asked that she followed them. Margot was in too much of a daze from the 'kiss' to rebel and just grabbed her bag before following her bodyguards. 

The other three ladies, who witnessed the entire scene, had their eyes wide open. As if on cue, the fry in Betha's hand fell as soon as Margot left.

* * *

Margot had regained her senses when she was in the back seat of the sleek Mercedes that the Prince had come in. "Troy... where are we going?"

The Prince just flipped through the file in his hands and replied with a tired "Shopping". 

Margot got the feeling he did not want to be disturbed and then decided to get to her own work. She put her headphones in place and put on her playlist which started with 'lowkey by Niki'. She then got her laptop and started putting together her study materials for the week. 

Troy who was sat beside Margot noticed it was very quiet. He turned to look beside him and saw Margot just focused on her work. Troy from the moment he was told about this marriage thought he would have to constantly babysit and pay attention to the teenager but it seemed like she didn't really want much of his attention. She also knew how to read the room. He started thinking he could settle for this marriage if she proved to not be an obstacle to his own life. Troy looked at Margot for a bit more, watching her bob her head to whatever she was listening to. Her afro swayed a bit as she moved. Margot kept moving her lips without making any audible sounds, he figured she was probably just singing along. He realised he was staring and quickly turned back to his documents.