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I Have To Make The Vampire Prince Fall In Love With Me Or My Mom Will Die!!(Chp-1)
I stopped in front of the big white double-doors and sighed, uncomfortable in my tight black dress.
I felt strangely on show somehow embarrassed even though I have worn shorter skirts.
But this time it was different.
I was here to sleep with a guy.
The vampire prince to be exact.
I quickly knocked on the door, refusing to chicken out.
The doors opened, almost bored after a slow clap.
I woodenly walked in and stood there unsure what to do.
The room was undoubtedly the best I had ever seen.
The huge windows were cloaked with black silk and the floors were a glittering silver that clashed painfully with the huge double bed that was covered with silky black sheets and red pillows.
And on those black sheets lounged a greek god.
A god?
Silly me.
The future vampy.
Future cause he is the prince.
He was the hottest thing I had ever seen.
Lots of first experiences huh?
Never knew this was gonna be educational.
He looked at me and his icy orbs, clouded with something that I was too far to read.
He's probably thinking I'm another piece of meat to fuck.
I knew what he saw.
The same thing I saw in the mirror before coming here.
Pale face, icy eyes outlined with heavy black liner, high cheekbones bronzed and brushed with a rosy pink and unnatural crimson lips.
A short, backless dress that fell perfectly over my curves and high silver stilletoes.
I probably screamed 'SEX' to him but to me....
I just wasn't me.
It wasn't me.
It was a stranger.
That was gonna sleep with a prince.
Like another prostitute to him.
Even though I was gonna sleep with that perfection, I felt nothing.
No excitement.
No exhilaration.
And even looking at him, I didn't even feel lust.
Just disgust.
Pure disgust.
With me.
And him.
I looked over at him, taking in the cocky smile, careless posture and arrogant face.
He probably never even heard a 'no' in his rich pampered life.
He raised one long white finger and gestured for me to come to him.
