"You know what? Everything....every bad thing that is happening to me is because of you and your lack of empathy and consideration. Always doing what you feel like in the moment. Not thinking about the pain you cause the people around you. Always so...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Liam pov:
I was laughing so hard it had me gasping for air. Nyx's annoyed but embarrassed expression didn't make it any better.
"Look! You're trending!" I laughed even harder as I pushed my phone in his face to show him the headline from Avalon Times.
'Prince Nyx of Balemont enjoys a sweet treat in a rather interesting way', the article read. It went on to talk about how we exited the royal limo hand in hand and even sat down at the Fountain of Avalon, where couples throw a coin in the fountain together to ensure love and happiness for a lifetime.
Nyx held the phone in his hand with wide eyes. "This- this was because of you. I have never had something like this written about me." He shook his head. "How-this is all your fault."
I hummed, taking my phone back. "You've never had a bad article written about you?"
"Never." Nyx's leg started bouncing. "How do I even deal with something like this. It's embarrassing. Should I try to explain what happened so they don't misunderstand?"
"It's just ice cream, not the end of the world." I laughed.
"It might as well be the end of the world." Nyx looked at my phone. "Never thought I would ever be trending in Avalon Times with such a misunderstanding."
I laughed, pocketing my phone. "You'll get used to it. Just wait until Royal News hears about this. The perfect prince enjoying ice cream." I fake gasped. "Scandalous."
"You speak insouciantly, have you had something like this written about you?"
I laughed. "I've had much worse things written about me."
He tilted his head. "A lot of the time or more?"
"More often than not. The paparazzi caught me getting my dick sucked in the bathroom of Kisses." I smiled, recalling the memory.
The shocked gasp that came from Nyx was laughable. "That's vulgar, couldn't you find a private space?"
I shrugged. "I think the thrill of getting caught....excites me."
"Are you that nonchalant of what they all think of you?"
I shrugged again. "It's what they've always thought of me. The extra prince who does nothing right, so why try?"
"What do you mean by that?" He pushed.
I looked away, suddenly feeling vulnerable. I've had sex with so many people because, truth be told, I'm afraid to be alone but I'm also afraid of being with someone. I can't give my all to someone because I'm afraid that they'll eventually leave me, so I come off as this nonchalant, emotionally unavailable playboy prince because that's what they expect that's what's kept my heart intact all these years. That mask is the reason the articles written about me, and why what the people say about me doesn't bother me.
