He's a Prince. She's a journalist.
They have a complicated relationship. More like he's into her but she hates his guts.
He needs to behave. She needs to let loose.
He's interested in her because she's the last girl interested in him.
Both of them n...
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"What the hell were you thinking?" I roll my eyes as my brother starts pacing the room. "I mean, bloody hell, Mark. You booked the whole restaurant! I don't know who are you trying to impress but we can't afford this kind of stunts!" He runs a hand through his hair.
He's got a few gray hairs now and I've been teasing him about them for a while. "I've been working really hard to lower our budget, without trying to disturb our lifestyle, and you do this. And now, of course, the whole press is talking about it!"
I purse my lips. I hate the fact that the press in on my toes. I want to keep things quiet with Kate, but it seems like that's gonna be another challenge. Tired of seeing my brother pulling his hair out, I breathe out. "I'm sorry, okay? It's not like I took her to Paris for the weekend or something!" That shuts him up.
He takes a seat. He looks tense as he gazes out the window. "Times have changed."
I smirk. "Careful Scott, you're sounding like our father."
He glances at me with a serious face. "Well, someone has to be the grown up, Mark."
"I said I'm sorry." Geesh. It's not like I'm such a bad person.
His eyes narrow for a second before he starts blinking. "Who are you trying to impress? I'm surprised at the fact that you're not flaunting her around."
I cross my arms. "I don't flaunt girls. You're making me sound like a man-whore." Scott raises an eyebrow. "I'm not," my lips quirk up, "that cynical."
My brother shakes his head, but a small grin plays on his face. "You must really like this girl, then."
Uncrossing my arms, I shrug. "Sort of."
Scott stares at me for a moment before his eyes widen. "Holy shit! It's Kate, isn't it?"
My shoulders slump. "And she's not impressed!" Scott cracks up. "It's not even funny." I show him the finger and he laughs harder, bumping a fist against his desk. I rub my brow, feeling a headache coming soon.
When he calms down, he chuckles lightly. "She wasn't impressed at all? I mean, not even a little?"
I shake my head. "She friend-zoned me."
He bursts laughing once more. I clench my jaw until he finishes. "I'm not sorry, Mark." I roll my eyes. "She's gonna make you pay for every little thing you've done."
I know.
Bloody hell. Why do I want to go out with her in the first place?
"Fuck you." I glare at him as he tries not to laugh anymore.
He's still coughing as he adds, "sucks to be you, man."
Tell me about it.
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