Kay

2. Mission: Betrothal

Welcome to chapter two. I hope you enjoyed chapter one. Please remember to vote and comment. Above is how I envisioned Xavier Park.
Have an amazing day.

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I walk down a brightly lit beige hallway looking at the numbers on the doors but at the same time not really looking. I know my number will be at the end of the hallway on the tenth floor. I come to it a last, the silver number shining mockingly up at me, simply reading one. As a kid I dreamt of this moment when I would be that one in a trillion person that gets assigned room number one, but as I stand there fearing what may lie on the opposite of the door I'm frightened, so terribly I'm sure there will be someone in there to escort me to the asylum. I inhale a deep breath and don't exhale till my eyes adjust to the light of the large room awaiting me. I step through the door and exhale as slowly as possible, as I taken in my surroundings.

"Shit," the first word I utter at what is supposed to be the most amazing moment at my life, because it summed up all the feelings at the exact moment when I realized I wasn't alone in my room. At the opposite end of the room stands a man with a very forgettable face, he stands there wearing a pair of Rayban glasses over his grey eyes. He wears a suit that is so black it almost seems purple. He steps forward, his gleaming leather shoes glinting from the false light, click on the linoleum, as he strolls toward me as I shake with fear. It's always rumored what happens to that one in a trillion person that walks into room one, they never come back, they're murdered, they go insane. All these rumors I grew up on fly through my head as this forgettable face eases his way towards me. His mouth opens and finally speaks.

"Kay Lynn Smith, you're twenty, a straight a student and your personality never fits in with others." I flinch at the last part but I argue not a single syllable. "For these reasons you have been assigned room one, because you, Miss Smith, are to marry Griffin Vincent Malloy of Thames." I blink at him as if he just swallowed a baby whole. He doesn't acknowledge my shock, and continues. "Miss Smith it is ordered on to you by the highest authority that you are the rightful wife of the crown prince. You have approximately one week to pack your things and be picked up from your home and transported to Thames to be immediately introduced to the royal highness and his family." He hands me two manila folders and gestures for me to leave as soon as I am able to.

I quickly skitter back down the beige hallway and try to quickly arrive at my vehicle but I'm stopped by a body. A handsome, chiseled beautiful body; a body that could only be the one of Xavier. He turns to look at me and smiles brightly at me. He takes in my dress and appearance for the first time, and lets out a low whistle.

"Well, I'll be damned, Kay. You look sexier than Miah even. You really should wear something more form fitting more often." He takes a long look at my chest encased in fabric, which probably isn't enough fabric for a hormonal teenage boy. His eyes finally return to mine and all humor washes away from his face as he sees the tears flowing steadily down my bright cheeks. "Hey what's the matter? What room did you get? Did they assign you some creep?" He reaches for my hand, but I push past him and mutter a simply "one". If I'm being completely honest Xavier never cries, even when his dog died he didn't shed a single tear, but it was right then that I saw my best friend of 7 years shed not one but dozens of tears all because of the simply word "one".

He reached for me as if to pull me into his arms, under normal circumstances I would jump at the chance to be pressed against his washboard stomach, but I glared at him. I didn't want his sympathy. Honestly I didn't understand why I was crying, I was so screwed up. To be entirely honest I was so excited I wanted to jump up and down like a five year old who got a new puppy. Xavier looks at me with some sort of desperation that I can't quite comprehend. I sniffle and wipe the tears from my face push my shoulders back, and walk right up to Xavier. I look up into his perfect eyes and I see him as I've always seen him, that football star Casanova whose smiles make you weak at the knees but you know you can never have him. I grab him by his shirt collar, close my eyes and press his soft lips against my own, he kisses me with such passion and splendor I don't think I'll need to kiss anyone for the rest of my life. His arm wraps around my waist as his other clutches my neck; he parts my lips slightly and tries to stick his tongue between my teeth. I pull away in disgust and look at him with disappointment.