McCann V.S Royalty

Chapter 11

Jason McCann

Amelia made me so irritable. She just wouldn't relax or anything. I feel like she just throws herself at me and I don't like that at all. I'm used to hoes throwing themselves at me but she's not a hoe and I damn sure don't want to label her as one.

I need to leave that young girl alone. She's a baby. I bet she hasn't even saw a penis yet.

She needs someone on her level and I'm far away from that.

My patience is too low to deal with her and she's very overwhelming.

I just don't understand I keep going back to her. It's like she has me under a spell or something. But this shit needed to stop asap.

I need to talk to one of my boys about this shit but all they're going to say is 'She's got me sprung.' Or 'I'm a pussy.'

I picked up my iPhone and saw that it was half past five, I usually slept during this time.

I started scrolling through my contacts until I found the name I was looking for.

Vanessa.

This bitch was always up early and I know she wouldn't mind getting fucked this early in the morning.

Amelia needed to get the fuck out of my mind before I go crazy.

I dialed her number and waited for an answer. A few rings later a familiar voice answered.

"Hello Vanessa." I leaned my head on the headboard and smirked.

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Third Person

Amelia looked at her reflection in her room mirror as her stylists added the final touches to her outfit for the dinner her parents were hosting at the palace. Amelia didn't want to see Affonso at all. She wished she could simply tell her parents especially her father that he doesn't interest her.

Amelia had her eyes on Jay.

But she couldn't tell her parents because he isn't a royal so they definitely wouldn't approve.

Her plan for tonight was to stay as quiet as possible and ignore all of Affonso's 'sweet' gestures.

"All done Princesa!" Benny exclaimed as the trio gasped at her appearance. She looked extremely breathtaking.

They dressed her in a knee length gold spaghetti strap dress, one inch gold heels, and her hair was pinned up.

Amelia thought the color was too vibrant and flashy. But nothing was never in her control so she didn't even try to speak up.

"I think she looks so stunning!" Neveah clapped.

She gave her a weak smile and awkwardly looked down at her neatly polished toe nails.

"I appreciate it... a lot." Amelia said in a unsure tone. She honestly wasn't feeling the whole vibe.

"Come along Princesa Amelia! Your father is waiting for you at the top of the stair case." Neveah impatiently grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the bedroom.

Once they walked down the long hallway her father was waiting for her with his hands tucked into his suit pockets. He smiled once he saw Amelia's presence.

"You are starting to look more and more like a queen Amelia, but you won't officially have all the standards until you're wed in less then a year." The King hooked his arm around his daughter's.

"I have less then a year to get married? I thought I had more time." Amelia was shell shocked. She didn't want to be forced into something she wasn't happy.