My Dangerous Prince

Chapter 8

Harry's car pulled into the driveway of his apartment building. He got out and walked into his room without even acknowledging me. I followed 10 feet behind him and shut the door as he walked to the kitchen sink gripping the tile.

I wasn't completely sure what to do. I slowly walked over to stand next to him. Biting my lip I asked, "Are you okay?"

He turned his head to look at me. "I should be the one asking you that."

"I'm fine." I looked down seeing the blood coming from his knuckles. "Oh my god, your hand."

I grabbed his hand, holding it closer to the light. He pulled it away from me mumbling, "I'm fine."

"Harry, just let me do this."

I took his hand guiding him to the bathroom down the hall. He sat down on the lid of the toilet seat as I searched the cupboard for a first aid kit. Grabbing a rag I cleaned off the blood on his bottom lip first, pretending like I didn't notice him staring up at me the entire time.

I rubbed the dark purple part of his jaw. "You have a bruise."

He stayed silent, just placing his hands on my legs behind my knee caps.

I smiled and tried to lighten the mood. "The other guy looks way worse."

Again he stayed silent. I reached behind me for one of his injured hands. Instead of letting me have them, he reached up to my check whispering, "Your face."

I pulled his hand back down to my view, more concerned about the cuts on his knuckles. "Harry I'm fine, really."

"I shouldn't have left you there alone."

"No, don't do that. Don't blame yourself for something that isn't your fault." I lifted his chin up to look at me. "You saved me tonight. The only person to blame is Jeremy."

Harry stared at me for a while before pulling my head down to meet his and connecting his lips with mine. My fingers instinctively trailed up his neck and into his mess of curls, as his hands slid down my waist and over the curve of my bottom to rest behind my thighs. He grabbed my legs encouraging me to sit down, straddling his lap.

My hands slid down the front of his chest as the kiss deepened. Just then, there was a knock at the door and I pulled away. Harry made a growling noise whispering, "Lets ignore it."

As he trailed kisses down my neck. I pushed him away and climbed off, signifying him to go get the door. He sighed dramatically as he stood up.

Walking past me he whispered seductively, "This isn't over."

Just as he began to shut the door he became serious saying, "Stay here, and be quiet."

I nodded sitting where he had been a minute ago. But when he walked out I stood up, pressing my ear to the crack of the door listening for the voices down the hall.

"What are you doing here Eli?" I heard Harry ask.

"I came to check on you. What the hell happen back there? Marcus is pissed, you know you can't just do that." A deep voice I didn't recognize spoke.

"Something came up."

"It was that girl, wasn't it? The one you told me about."

There was silence.

"I don't think you know what you're getting yourself into Harry. This isn't good-"

"I think you should leave." Harry interrupted.

"She's here, isn't she?"

There was the sound of fast footsteps toward the bathroom and I panicked, looking for a place to hide myself.