"I love you. With you I feel peace" said he.
"You don't love me." I muttered
"Darling, I would give my soul for you."
Prince Avila and Anastasia Quinn have been family friends for years, went to the same school and have shared everything with each...
I was woken up by a lamp crashing to the floor. I looked around and saw a drunk Prince staring down at the lamp. "We decided to play a drinking game. It was UNO and I lost all the rounds." He hiccuped, rolling into his bed. "Goodnight." He mumbled, head in a pillow. "Night." I whispered, rolling back and falling asleep once more.
4:00 am. My morning routine began. I turned my alarm off quickly and made my way into the bathroom. My routine began: I put a heartless hair curling ribbon in my hair after brushing it. I put cucumber under eye masks on, I did my dang-shan 3-in-1 electric facial roller, Then my ice facial roller, Then my body lotion, Gua sha'd, Rose quartz facial roller, Gold sculpting bar, Re-usable sheet masks, And hyaluronic acid. Once that was done, I moved on to my makeup: I put on my foundation, Then my concealer, My blush, Gentle brown eyeshadow, Highlighter, And lipgloss. I put my hair up like this:
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Prince was snoring, he doesn't get up until 8:30 am. It was 5:45 am. I rolled out of bed, still in my clothes from yesterday. "Up already?" Tyrone asked, getting up from the chair. "Yeah." I sighed, yawning. "Why are you up so early?" He chuckled. "I could ask you the same thing." I said coldly. "Why are you so angry?" He chuckled, approaching me. "Shouldn't you be fucking Kitty or something?" I spat, backing away from him. "That slut? Fuck, no."
Well, we both agreed that she was a slut.
"I mean, we all know that you and Prince are shagging." He chuckled. "What? No!" I exclaimed. "Me and Prince are not shagging!"
"But you sleep in the same room."
"Yeah, bu-"
"And you do everything together."
"Yeah, we do-"
"And we can all sense some kind of... sexual tension." He approached me when he said the last bit of his sentence.
"We're just mates." I smiled in a friendly manner, pushing him away slightly with my forearms. This only made him come closer.
"As you've... matured, I have found you irresistible." He mumbled, stroking my cheek with his thumb.
"You haven't matured too bad yourself, Barker." I smirked.
"Last name basis, Quinn?" He chuckled.
What the fuck am I doing! This is Tyrone Barker! The guy who has been an ass to me since day 1!
I kept eye-contact, beginning to melt at his soft touch.
All of a sudden he stole a kiss from me, a short and sweet one.
