Watching Her

chapter 22: princess

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I smirked, having said this in a playful tone, asking in a volume I thought he would not be able to hear me, but he did. He had his arms crossed in front of his chest again, but this time he did not have a stern expression, oh no.

Mateo Bane was furious.

I snickered to myself, realizing that I had managed to agitate him again, secretly proud of myself. It only took a glare from his icy eyes to make the guy disappear into the crowd of people. It took too much of my brainpower to understand what he had said in Italian, not that I cared deeply enough to learn it, now that I was here.

"Stand up, I'm bringing you home." He commanded and his tone showed that he was in no mood to discuss anything, but I still chose to do so. I shook my head, feeling a bit bratty towards the man standing in front of me. What was he supposed to do, pick me up and drag me out of here? I knew he would not dare to do that, after all, he knew who I was. I debated to pull the name card, to tell him how powerful my parents were, how I would soon be powerful and take every chance to kick him into his ball. There was still a safe distance between us, so what was stopping me?

"No Misterrrrr, it's only ten at night. I do not wish... to go to bed-uh," I giggled, not bothering to hold a hand in front of my mouth as a polite gesture. My British accent while having said this was probably bad, but I really did not care. I saw in his face that there were no signs of amusement, but was I in the wrong to loosen things up a little. It disappointed me, that he did not take me more serious, especially after I sounded like a British lady.

"Celine, it's not ten, it's four," He remarked, making me gasp dramatically, "And I'm taking you home right now." He took a step towards me and I scrambled up to stand, warily pulling my skirt down to cover my ass. His voice was able to sound loud and clear, even under all of this booming music and shouts through the room.

I held my hands up in front of me just like the man had before.

"You're not my dadddd," I stopped my sentence after having said this, rethinking back to my father. I remembered this night, this dinner, and all the memories before that, that I wished upon nobody else. Having to blink slowly once, I could regather myself. Then, I continued again, managing to pull myself together, " I don't care what you say, I'm not going home. I can go where ever I want and kiss who ever I like." I was not ten anymore.

I surprisingly managed to push past him, but it did not come to my mind that he allowed me to. Looking around the great hall, I tried to find the guy that was all over me before, but he was suddenly gone. My heart hit rock bottom as I realized that he maybe did not like me, want to kiss me anymore. I had given him everything, I felt so betrayed.

"Time's over, princess." He did not even hesitate to pick me up with a swerve as I fell over his shoulder, letting out a similar yelp to that of a puppy.

I love puppies.

I should get a puppy.

A smile escaped my lips.

My mind managed to distract me from what was basically happening in front of my nose, but I snapped back into it.

My feet were able to kick him into the ribs, but it did not seem to make a different as I yelped and cried. I felt disrespected, shaven around by the same man once more. It made me feel like nothing, but not in the way I wanted.

My hair hung low and I was barely able to see the floor when I realized that he was making his way to the exit. I hit him with the palm of my hand, shouting drunk insults at him while I tried to find help. Not that it was possible.