Book 1 || Finding Prince Charming || Harry Styles

Chapter 42

Her view.

//After Harry told Cassidy, Louis' a prince\\

"So wait... Are you a prince as well?"
He nods. "Yes."
"And you're betrothed as well?" My heart stops for a second.
"I'm never getting married." He laughs. "Not anytime soon."
"I see." I look away from him.
"They call me the playboy prince."
"Hence your weekends of fun." I nod in understanding.
"Exactly. One weekend, no strings." His fingers run to my face. "Though sometimes I make exceptions."
"Exceptions?" I look at him as his finger runs along my lower lip.
"Sometimes I give certain women a second weekend." He pushes his finger into my mouth. I bite down on it softly, sucking it instinctively. Our eye stay connected as I suck, and then I realize where I am and who I'm with and bite down hard.
"What the--" he exclaims and pulls his finger out of my mouth.
"Next time, I'd be more careful who you chose to proposition." I tilt my head up at him. "You never know when it's going to turn rough."
"I wouldn't mind it being rough with you." He leans towards me. "I can be very rough."
"What?" My cheeks warm up as he licks my lips.
"I can be so, so rough that I'll have you crying and begging me for more at the same time."
"You're a pervert." I catch his tongue between my lips and suck on it for a few seconds.
"It turns you on doesn't it?" he whispers against my lips. "You want me to take you right now."

I gaze up into his eyes and want to scream out, "Yes! Yes, I want you to take me!" but I don't. The part of me that's still offended and upset by his words is having none of it.
"No." I take a step back. "It doesn't."
"Liar," he whispers.
"Can I go now?" I turn around so he can't see how much he's affecting me.
"We're going to the museum, remember?" His tone changes. "You'll enjoy it.
"I'd rather go by myself."
"But there's no joy in going by yourself. I have to take you. I have to show you all the pieces you'd miss."
"You don't know what I'd miss," I mutter, annoyed at how excited I feel at spending the afternoon with him.
"Come now, Cassidy. Let us call a truce for the afternoon." He pulls me towards him again. "Can we not spend an afternoon together as two friends enjoying art?"
"Fine," I sigh. "But if you call me a prostitute or warn me away from Louis again--"
"Let's go." He grabs my hand. "No more idle talk."
"You're the one who..." I start but I close my mouth as I realize there's no point in my going on about it. I'm only going to make myself angry again, and frankly, I don't want him to think about how rude he is.

I want to spend the afternoon learning about art from someone who knows a lot about the subject. It doesn't hurt that I still have these feelings for him. I groan inside as I realize that I still really like him. I know it's a mistake to go with him. I can't see this going well for me.
I am no match for Prince Harry (Styles) Van Romeria.