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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So, when Mark said he would arrange something for me to go shopping, I didn't think that he'd set me up with one of the hotel's concierges in a still empty mall. I thought it would be something along the lines of, here's a map, take an uber, we'll meet later, kind of thing.
I should know better by now.
Mark would go the whole way or no way.
He also had left instructions to charge everything into his hotel account. A small little detail that I found out when I tried to pay the bunch of clothes I'd chosen. Good thing I'd tried to get bargains, because I didn't want to seem like a freeloader, only that it was exactly how I felt .
After arranging everything in the cute purple suitcase I'd gotten, I walk to his room, where he'd summoned me for breakfast. I saw the paparazzi waiting for him at the entrance of the hotel already when I came back from the mall, and although going to his room for breakfast sort of made me nervous, I admit that I'm eager for the privacy as well.
"Good morning," he bows as he opens the door for me. The deep blue color of his eyes stand out with that faded denim shirt he has on.
"Mark, we need to talk."
He rubs the back of his neck. "It's so bloody early for those words, Kate."
I blink at him. "Why?"
He walks to the little terrace and I follow him. There's a small table set for two that overlooks the ocean and the opera house; it's a mighty view. My stomach rumbles when I see the fruit platter, orange juice and a basket brimmed to the top with assorted sweet breads. "You know that something bad is coming when you hear that someone needs to talk to you," he makes air quotation marks with his hands as he talks.
"Talking from experience?" I raise an eyebrow as I take a sit and grab one the breads.
Mark smirks. "Not really. I haven't been around with anyone to say it to me."
I roll my eyes. "Right. Because you never had a girlfriend."
He bursts out laughing. "I have a feeling that you still don't believe me."
Please. I don't say anything as I take a sip of my coffee. "You can't pay for everything, Mark."
"Why not?" He's gazing at the ocean, and his hair is ruffling with the breeze. My lips part as I stare at him, he's got Sydney's Opera House on the background and a warm, fuzzy feeling runs through me.
This is gorgeous.
He is gorgeous.
Closing my mouth shut, I turn away from him. "This is too much already."
No one has ever done anything remotely similar to this for me.
"I'll tell you what, if it makes you feel better, you'll pay tonight's dinner."
