Denmark's Final Arranged Marriage

Chapter Sixteen - Conspiracy Theories

I stared at Carson in horror as he answered my phone his devilish wink only confirming my thoughts as I bit down on my lower lip and leaped forward in an attempt of taking back my phone.

"Ah" mouthed Carson as he held a single index finger before me, swaying it from one side to the other in a 'no, no' motion. I stared at him with a silent glare as he nodded in reaction to whatever was being said to him on the other end of this conversation which I was continued to be left out of.

I crossed my arms over my chest as I rolled my eyes impatiently waiting for either the call to end or simply for some sort of reaction that would give me some sort of clue as to what was being said and heard.

"Yes," he stated, "Of course I understand that perfectly." He nodded this time his eyes shifting in my direction as a not so reassuring smile traces his swollen lips. I roll my eyes at him before making a motion to get off of him as well as off the bed however the sudden grip on my upper thigh made it hard for me to just about anything but stare at Carson as he gave me a teasing wink, his hand still on my thigh as his thumb began to run little circle in place.

Who the hell are you talking to Carson Barring.

"Well, but what if she wants to?" He asked.

Was he referring to me? I thought to myself as I nudged his leg in a not so gentle manner. He only smiled and shook his head before placing his index finger against his lips in a 'hush' manner.

"Carson" I called his name, allowing it to linger on my tongue longer than normal as I glared down at him.

He grinned a million dollar grin that at any other moment would have made my knees buckle and heart melt like pudding on a hot day but at this moment it really just made me want to slap that grin off his face and tear that damn phone away from his ear.

"Okay, that's it" I said as I leaped forward one last time taking the phone right out of his hand before setting myself down at the end of the bed and putting it to my ear but before could say anything I could hear the very familiar voice of y little brother shouting some rather uncanny words.

"If you as much as lay one of your greedy little royal fingers on my sister I swear to the wrath of a thousand suns I won't care if you're a decedent from Grace Kelly and the Pope himself! I. Will. End. You!." I couldn't believe the words coming out of my little brother's mouth, oh no, no, no, no way was he getting himself all wrapped into this.

"Excuse me?" I asked as I put on my ever so serious tone, which he was more than familiar with at this point in our lifelong sibling bond.

"Levi?" I heard Kevin squeal.

"Yes and may I make myself perfectly clear that if Carson decides to lay anything on me have it be a single finger or all of him then I can assure you it's with my permission and frankly not yours or anyone else's problem," I stated in one go as I thought of what my brother must be thinking of me at this very moment.

I had come to Denmark with something so different in mind, I was going to drive Carson crazy, I was going to hate him the moment I saw him, him and everything that surrounded him. His title, his family, his stupid house, and that damn accent but I had failed.

I had failed miserably because it took nothing to make every single little poisonous thought just disappear. Leaving me with a mind filled with endless questions about our future and what it could possibly hold but that was fine because I had him, because somehow our destinies had become tangled into one another and now I found it nearly impossible to even think of doing anything differently.

I sighed as I listened to my not-so-baby brother tell me about our original plan and I knew he was right, I knew that it a way I had sold myself out but I wasn't sorry about that if I was sorry about anything it was the huge factor that the people I love most couldn't be here to witness all of this.