Book 1 || Finding Prince Charming || Harry Styles

Chapter 47

His view.

I freeze as I look out of the window. There's my ex-fiancée standing looking in the window with a sly look on her face. Shit, what's she doing here? I frown to myself as I see Kendall. Kendall Jenner's the woman my parents intended me to marry. The woman whose heart I had broken. The woman who made me distrust all relationships.

As soon as she sees me, she walks away, but I know that she knows that I saw her. I stare at Cassidy and frown slightly. All of a sudden, a plan comes into my mind and I laugh.
My plan is perfect. I'll be able to have my Cassidy and I'll be able to finally get Kendall out of my life forever. I just hope that everything's going according to plan or I'm going to find myself in more trouble than I am now.
Cassidy isn't the perfect woman to carry out my plan, but she's the one I want. Now all I need to do is putting the plan into action.

***

Her view.

"We're going to go to Giverny." He stops by the desk and hands me a credit card. "Make the bookings."
"What bookings?" I take the card in confusion.
"Where's Giverny?"
"France, of course."
"Why are we going to France?"
"To see Monet's gardens and make preparations for the class trip."
"What class trip?" I repeat, feeling very much like a dummy.
"The one we're going to plan."
"But I've never heard of a class trip before..."
"Cassidy, are we going to go back and forth all day?" He frowns. "Please just make the booking."
"Fine." I frown annoyed. "So nice of you to ask politely."
"I was very polite."
"What exactly do you want me to book?" I sigh and stare at the black American Express card in my hand. Of course he has a black American Express card!
"The trains, the hotels, whatever." He walks to the door.
"When are we going? And who else is going? Is Louis going?" I ask hopefully.
"We're going this weekend and no, Louis' not going." He pauses and looks back at me. "It will just be us."
"Oh, yay." I say flatly, though I'm actually pretty excited inside.
"I have to go out right now." He looks at his Rolex and then back at me. "Call me if you have any questions."
"Yes, sir," I mutter, annoyed at myself for being disappointed that he's leaving the office.
"That's what I like to hear." He laughs and walks back into the room and toward my desk.
"What are you doing?"
"Something I've been wanting to do since this morning." He grins and then leans down to kiss me.

His warm lips are warm and firm against mine and I part my lips waiting to feel his tongue inside my mouth. His eyes laugh into my disappointed ones as he pulls away from me.
"Have a good day, my dear."
"You too," I mumble, too stunned to feel annoyed or snap at him. I watch him walk out of the door an listen to his footsteps as he makes his way to the front of the house.
I release my breath when I hear the front door close behind him and rest my head on the table and groan.
"Arch." I moan as I lay there feeling sorry for myself.
I'm so confused and I don't know what to think. "This is why you don't sleep with men the same weekend you meet them," I mutter to myself as I remember the feel of his lips against mine.
If I sniffle gently, I can also smell his cologne. And if I concentrate really hard, I can still feel the warmth of his palms on my skin as he made love to me. Why isn't he as affected as me?
I feel like a bumbling idiot around him, yet he continues to act cool, calm and collected. I suppose it helps that he's a handsome, rich prince and he has the world at his disposal. He could get any girl he wants with his title alone. Add to that his athletic body, handsome face and sparkling green eyes... He's not known as one of the most eligible bachelors in Europe for nothing.