I'm a straightforward girl. I see what I like and I take it. It's been the same when I was little and it's still the same now. So when I went out clubbing with my friends that night and I saw this highly attractive guy, I just knew I had to have him...
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"Well, isn't that what I am?" I tugged my face from his hand and slipped off the bed to stand beside Anya. I placed a hand on her shoulder. "This is Anya. I want her to be my personal maid going forward."
"Celeste..." Remi sighed and ran a hand down his face. He looked at Anya and pointed at the door. "You're dismissed."
Anya quickly bowed. "Yes, Your Majesty!"
She then turned to bow to me. "I'll see you later, my lady." Then she hurried out of the room.
She was quite sensible.
Remi suddenly coughed, startling me.
I looked at him in surprise. "Are you sick?"
He cleared his throat. "It's nothing. Why are you calling yourself my whore? You know that's not true."
I shrugged. "It might as well be. In the eyes of the people."
"Celeste..." he gave me that look. The look that said I was being silly.
Was I? I had no idea why my chest felt so tight seeing him after the conversation with his mother. It wasn't like I cared for her approval, but maybe his lackluster response made me bitter.
"You're the one who wanted me to keep your status a secret. If this bothers you, I can post an announceme-"
"No." I glared at him.
"Then what do you want?"
His frustrated tone made me irritated.
"To go home," I said firmly.
Remi paused, a dark look overcasting his usually bright features. He said nothing, but I continued to probe, anyway.
"I don't belong here, Remi. You know this."
"That doesn't matter. You're my mate."
"I'm a stranger you know nothing about. It makes little sense!"
"Then we'll make it make sense. You promised that you'd try Celeste. If this is be-" he sneezed.
I looked at him oddly. "Is it dust?"
He cleared his throat and turned away to rub his nose. "It's fine. It must be the weather."
I furrowed my brows and approached him, placing my hand on his forehead.
"It's warm," I murmured to myself. "Are you getting sick?"
He grabbed my hand and placed a kiss on my palm. "I'm glad to see you're worried about me, but our temperatures are normally this high."
I pulled my hand away and glared at him. "I won't let your mother walk all over me."
I refused to bow my head to someone showing clear indignation. I refused to bow my head to anyone, for that matter.
