The Devil is in the Details (Book 3)

Betting on love

-Amelia's POV-

I woke up slightly when hearing my phone ring from the nightstand next to me. I was too exhausted to get up for it right away but as I opened my eyes, I took a second to cherish Prince's bare chest snuggled close to me, his calm breathing letting me know he was still asleep. I let myself smile, planting a small kiss on his chest before turning to pick up my phone. 

It was my mother. I bit my lip, wondering what she would think if she found out about Prince and I's relationship or if I should pick up right now. Deciding it was best to act like everything was normal, I answered the phone. 

"Hi!" I answered although I couldn't completely mask the tiredness in my voice. 

"Hi darling, I was just calling to check up on you," Behind her, there seemed to be a lot of voices going on, music playing semi-loudly. I noticed the time was around 11 am here so on her side it would be 1 am. I chuckled at the thought of her having fun with our family there. 

"I'm doing great, I'd like to think you are too," I tell her, hinting at what I can hear and she gives me a chuckle back. 

"Yeah, you know how outgoing the division is here in Syndey. Remind me to bring you and Prince here next time," As she spoke I could feel Prince moving from next to me, gently planting kisses on my shoulder,

"Sounds fun," He mumbles against my skin and despite my fear of my mother hearing him, he doesn't stop with his little advances, putting a hand around my waist and circling the lower region of my stomach. 

I try holding his hand, signalling for him to stop so I don't make an involuntary sound that could give us away but he ignores it, trailing lower. 

"Speaking of which, the intercome notified me that you came home with him last night," Shit, I had completely forgotten about our intercome cameras, "Is he still there?" She asked curiously and I gulped. I couldn't lie now considering there'd be no footage of him leaving. 

"Yeah, he stayed the night, I hope that's alright-" I was about to say, and the slight panic in my voice temporarily stopped Prince too but all I heard from the other side of the phone was,

"You owe me £5, D!" My father sounded to shout from not too far away,

"Him staying over proves nothing!" My mother shouted back at him. 

I lifted an eyebrow at their conversation and Prince who could hear it too held his head up to ask me if 'that was what he thought it was' through his eyes to which I grinned, amused. "Did you guys bet on us?" I asked and my mother cleared her voice a little. 

"We actually bet that you guys would get together while we were away," Correction, they made a drunk bet on us. "So, do I owe your father £5 or not? And for your information, I just thought it'd be too soon, not that I'm against you choosing Prince," 

I let out a small laugh of a sigh as Prince smirked at me. "You're £5 short mum,"

"Damn it!" I hear her exclaim as I imagine her slapping a £5 note into my father's hand. "Just be sure to keep it in your section of the house-" She was about to carry on but before I could die of embarrassment, I quickly shut her down,

"Okay okay, I hope you guys enjoy Australia and you come back soon, byeee!" I exclaimed and after hearing half 'bye' from her side, I hung up, quickly texting something I wanted to talk to her about later before Prince pulls me into him, hugging me from behind.

"I think that means my parents approve," I tell him as he changes positions so he was on top of me. 

Watching as he made a cheeky facial expression, I could already tell his next sentence was going to make me regret saying that. "I'm sure they wouldn't approve as much if they knew what we got up to last night though," I rolled my eyes at him but before I could reply, he held one of my tits with his hand and began laying kisses on my neck which shut me up almost instantly. 

I wrapped my bare legs around him, loving the feeling of his skin touching mine and to reward me for my actions, he slowly started to stroke my already teased pussy with his other hand. "Prince," I moaned, the way he handled me last night left me sensitive and I wasn't sure as to how long I could hold for this time. 

"Just a little taste, Princess," he was in a good mood, I could tell. I think the fact that my parents, who he looked up to, were happy with this was the reason for that. He could try to hide it all he wanted but I knew that having a parental figure be proud and care for him in a way that maybe his own parents couldn't was something he feared to lose, and he didn't have to fear that anymore. 

Wanting to please him, I turned us over which he was mildly complacent about since he liked being on top of me but didn't disagree once my hand started to confidently stroke his dick back, letting him have a taste of his own medicine. 

Before we could keep going though, Prince's phone started to ring this time. I heard him groan in annoyance which made me chuckle but we both froze when we saw the name on the screen. 

"Shit, what time it is?" Prince asks me while quickly getting up and sprinting to get his clothes. 

"11:30 I think?" When I realised where he was getting at, I felt myself get as scared as he was, "Please don't tell me you had training with Xavier today,"

The desperate look he gives me was all the answer I needed. We both rushed down to my door after I put on a robe and he got dressed. "I'll try giving him an excuse, hopefully, he'll show you some mercy," I laugh slightly as he puts his shoes on. 

"He's going to kill me!" He jokingly cries, hurriedly pecking my lips, "I'll come to see you later babe!" He tells me before rushing out. 

I was still in a little bit of a blissful daze as I watched him go from my door. It wasn't until he was gone from my eye's view that I noticed there was something left on my doorstep. 

Temporarily ignoring the feeling of Pince's lips on mine, I bent down to pick up the letter, confused about who this could be from and hoping it was just some joke that one of my uncles would play. 

I went back inside before I opened the letter. It was only one page, a handwritten note that didn't seem to have any thought put into it but it read, "Get away from him or I'm going to kill you," and that was enough for me to be concerned. 

The first thing to come to my head were those who kidnapped me, anyone who opposed my mother, and my family. I made sure to quickly lock the whole house, not knowing how safe I was or if it was already too late but I was going to make an attempt anyway. My parents wouldn't be able to help me so I had to think about who else I could go to and rely on. But before I did, I told myself to calm down and analyse the situation. 

There was a chance that I was wrong, that this wasn't as serious as I jumped to think it was. I read the letter again. 

'Him'? Was that supposed to be Prince? 

Suddenly coming to a realisation, I let myself fall onto a sofa in relaxation. I was right, I was definitely overthinking. This wasn't a gang or killers who were after me, my best bet was that this was one of his fans, or better yet, Isabella. 

To confirm this, just in case, I took out my laptop and went to check our CCTV footage. I'd have to thank my parent for their extra protection methods once they're back because I was able to find exactly what I was looking for. Despite her attempts at avoiding being seen, I could see Isabella walk to the door and leave the note behind. The most I had to be concerned about now was how much time she could possibly have on her hands in order to find my home but aside from that, I found this all very amusing now. 

I wondered whether I should let Francis know about this, thinking he might want to know that his girlfriend was threatening me but after a little more thought, it seemed better if I stayed out of their relationship and hoped that eventually they'd do the same with mine. 

I'd figure out how to deal with Isabella another way.