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...
Chapter's song: I Can't Fall In Love Without You by Zara Larsson
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The question hangs in the air and I freeze for a moment. I'm not going to admit that! It would be like signing a death-sentence or something! I can only imagine how Mark would tease me about it.
No sir! I definitely don't want that!
Nonchalantly, and trying to mask my real panic, I shrug. "We can talk about that, or we can talk about my blog. It's up to you."
Mark opens his mouth to protest and then closes it. "You're not playing fair, Kate."
I can't help but smile as I bask in my own victory. "I never said I did."
He chuckles before raising both hands in mock surrender. "Okay, you got me. I do want to know about your mystery blog, but not before you tell me what really happened to make you quit." A sinking feeling settles on my stomach. I can't tell him the real reason. I don't want to make him feel bad.
"I was just tired of answering petty messages, that's it."
Mark takes a sip of champagne once more. "We both know that's not it, Kate. You were really excited a few hours ago." I can't ignore the way his eyes look hurt for a moment.
Great. Now the tightening of my chest is because I made him feel bad either way.
Silence reigns over the room as I try to explain it in a way that won't make it all worse, but after a minute of thinking it through, I'm blank. And I know the whole situation is now bordering on horrid. You can feel the tension building up.
Sighing, I get up and start pacing the room. "It's not that I don't trust you, Mark. I do. But I just feel utterly uncomfortable telling you about it."
He stares at me for a moment before saying, "It's because of me, isn't it?"
I bit my lip. "Kind of." He raises an eyebrow. "Okay," I roll my eyes, "It's totally because of you."
His lips form a tight line as I sit beside him. "They wanted an interview or something?"
I almost snort. I wouldn't have minded the interview. I mean, that's as far as they should have gone through in the first place.
I crease my brows. "They wanted me to act like a spy on you," I say in almost a whisper, "all of you."
Mark curses under his breath, but I can hear him. He shakes his head and clenches his hands. "Did they give you a contract or anything we could use against them?"
"They're unethical, but they're not dumb!"
"Bloody hell," he mutters before getting up and running a hand through his hair.
"Hey," I stand up and walk towards him. "It's okay. It was a crappy job like you said. I'm better off without them."
His stare is deep as he looks at me. "I'm really sorry about this, Kate."
