Book 1 || Finding Prince Charming || Harry Styles

Chapter 58

Her view.

I take a couple of deep breaths to stop myself from starting an argument and look out the window. The French countryside is lush and green, and we pass field after field of beautiful flowers. I try to tell myself that the trip is going to be fine, though a part of me has no idea what I am doing. A part of me is scared that I'm making the biggest mistake of my life. If I am honest with myself, I know that I am falling for Harry. How can I not? He is handsome, sexy, and he's interested in me. Plain old me. I am a nobody, yet he seems to have some attraction to me. It feels wrong and it feels crazy, but ultimately it feels amazing. Being with Harry sets my heart on fire. He makes me feel like I am a sexy hot woman, and aside from some of his comments, I love the power that I feel inside of me when I am with him.

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The sky is a gorgeous hue of orange as we land in Romeria. I stare out of the window eagerly, wanting to see everything I can of his country as early as I can. From what I can tell, it's pretty small and it's very green.

"What's the capital of Romeria?" I turn to look at Harry, who's reading a newspaper.
"Atlantis." He looks up at me.
"Oh, wow." I am taken aback by the expression in his green eyes.
"Not that exciting, is it?" His eyes crinkle and he smiles, the serious expression gone.
"No, just unexpected."
"We'll likely be put up in the same room," he starts, and I interrupt him.
"That's terribly progressive of your parents, isn't it?" I frown. "I don't know that many families who would allow two non-wed people to share a room."
"We're a couple, aren't we?" He raises an eyebrow.
"Yeah, but still ..." I pause as I stare at the front of his paper. I grab it from his hands and I can feel my face turning white. "What's this?" My voice rises as I read an article announcing our engagement. "We're not engaged."
"Keep your voice down, Cassidy." He frowns at me, his eyes narrow.
"What's going on here?" I can feel my heart beating from a million miles away. "Why does the newspaper say we're engaged?"
"For this week, we are." He shrugs and reaches down to his suitcase.
"But we're not engaged." I exclaim again, unable to get over my shock.
"This week you are mine, Cassidy." He reaches forward and grabs my hands.

"You will do as I say and please."
"Are you crazy?" I shake my head. "You can't make me do anything."
"That's where you're wrong, my dear." His lips curl up and his face moves closer to mine. "I can do whatever I want. We're in my country now."
"What are you going to do?" I whisper against his lips, my throat dry and my heart beating fast.
"Whatever I want." His eyes glitter like gems before he kisses me, hard, and I melt against him, running my hands through his hair as he sucks on my tongue. The plane comes to a stop, but he continues to kiss me hard and fast. My heart is racing and I am starting to feel giddy inside. A part of me is flying high inside. Maybe he really does like me? Maybe he really is my Prince Charming. I don't know what's going to end up happening.

"What do you want?" I pull away from him and look into his eyes, searching for an answer. I hold my breath as I wait for him to respond. I am hoping that he's going to say something romantic, something sweet, something that will let me know it's okay that I am falling in love with him.
"I want to possess your body. I want to own you. I want every inch of you to want every inch of me." His voice is soft and precise as he looks at me with intense eyes and runs a finger down my neck. "And then, that will be enough. I will have had my fill of you. Then you can leave, my dear Cassidy. I will have had enough of you then."