Royalty [BWWM]

9. Good Morning

                 

April

I rolled over on my stomach and froze. I looked around the bed nervously, half expecting to see someone, and then at the clock. It was 1:13 PM. I've been asleep all afternoon. How was that possible?

When the ache from my core finally caught my attention, I shot up in bed. No! Fuck.

I spun continuously until my feet hit the floor. I ran to the washroom, showered and used his toothbrush, loving the feeling more than I should.

After searching his draw, I changed into his sweats consequently since my dumbass decided to rip up my favourite dress. What the fuck was I thinking?

I grabbed my belongings and made my way out the front door, not sure how to lock it. I through them neighbourhood home with the hood over my head and my head down. Halfway home, an approaching black Mercedes slowed down.

"Good morning," he sang. "Get in."

"No, thank you," I spoke as I continued on my journey down the street. I couldn't look him in the eyes knowing we had sex. "I can walk from here."

In a quick gear swift, the car went in reverse and he drove beside me, earning honks from the cars following the appropriate direction of traffic.

"Are you crazy?" I spat when an accident almost occurred. People were beginning to stare and pull out their phones to capture the scene. I wanted to make a low-key path home without any attention.

We stared at each other for a while until I eventually sighed and got into the car.

"Was that so hard?" He slipped the gear from 'reverse' to 'drive' and sped down the path passed his house and into town.

"I'm not really dressed for anything," I muttered out the window, too shy to look up at the man, the Prince, who took my virginity.

"I can see that. You look good in my clothes," he acknowledged nonchalantly.

"Yeah well, we seemed to have gone rogue last night on my dress." I pouted as I looked down at the demolished material in my hand.

"Are you okay?" He asked, seemingly worried.

I thought about it, checking every possible thing I could mentally, before responding. "Yeah, I'm okay."

"Are you feeling any pain?" He pushed, making it clear that he wanted honest answers.

"A little sore but that's usual." I didn't want to seem like I was whining, I wanted to be a pro.

"What would you know about it being usual?" He chuckled to himself.

"You're not my first, you know." I lied.

It was a good thing I was wearing my seatbelt because the car came to a screeching halt. Honks from behind exploded and I could hear cars pulling on the breaks behind us, some even weaved into other lanes. I held on to the dashboard in pure freight, nervous someone was about to slam into us.

"What the fuck do you mean?" He sneered. I wasn't completely sure, but it was the first time I heard him swear full out. His accent was full blown at this point; he wasn't holding anything back.

"Calm down," I quivered. "I was joking."

He stared at me for a long minute as if trying to process whether he believed me or not. He suddenly gripped the back of my head and brought my face closer to his, placing our foreheads together. "That was one of your stupid jokes."

"It wasn't that serious." I whispered to him, calming myself down after that heart attack.

"I can't bare the thought of anyone else touching you." He released my head, seemingly more relaxed, and started to drive again.