WANTED BY YOU || book 4

CHAPTER 17

⋆୨୧ Mikaili ୨୧⋆

Song: Taylor Swift - false god

Most evenings I had a routine.

I'd get as much sleep as needed to wake up and start my daily routine.

But this evening was different.

Not when I was laying in his arms tracing the lines of his tattoos. Not when he was smiling up at me beneath me. Not when he was raking a hand through my hair as he spoke about things.

Somehow we ended up in the living room with a blanket over us. The fire was on and I was sitting here resting on top of Matthew.

"Tell me something about you" he asked. His back resting against the armrest of the chair as his hands flicked over my lips every now and then.

"What do you want to know?" I asked him with a small smile over my lips "everything" was all he said as he brought the blanket further up my back.

"Okay well, I don't think you boys know this, but I actually come from old money" I murmured. Still tracing the small tattoos over his chest.

He didn't say anything as he didn't stop me from speaking. "My father came from old money, and his grandfather -my great grandfather- was actually once the high King of France" I let out as I felt a bit embarrassed and slightly shy as I opened up about it.

Never in my life would I find myself telling a man I'm royalty.

Buy here I am, laying in his arms as he made slow strokes up my back.

"What?" He said surprised with a small smile over his lips "you're royalty?" It was a mere question. Not a shocked one for I must say myself.

"It's nothing special" I shrugged away as I sat up fully on his lap now. Straddling his hips as I played with the chain around his neck.

"Does that mean I should call you, your majesty from now on?" He humoured as he slightly laughed at his joke.

Laughing with him, I shook my head as I punched him lazily across the chest.

"You don't have too because we don't normally make it known in our family, so consider yourself the first to know about my family background" I teased as I ruffled his hair.

"Princess Mikaili Rivers" he tested out "I love the sound of it" he smiled as he flattened out the shirt over my thighs. He stopped midway and looked straight at me.

"Wait, does this mean you're French?" He questioned. He was sitting up fully with the blanket wrapped all over his shoulders. He decided we should play thumb war along the way, and I wasn't disagreeing.

"Yes Matthew, I am fully French. Both my mum and dad are from France" I didn't mind answering his questions. He asked more then Benson did on our first date.

"That makes so much sense now why Trixie stays in France" he shook his head almost as if he was calling himself stupid for not thinking that.

"Yes she does, but she lives with our mother there" I mumbled against my arms that rested upon my knees.

Eyebrows furrowed as he concentrated on beating me. He pathetically always lost against me in this game of thumb war.