Destroying the Prince (Babysitting the Prince book 2)

Chapter 3.

Chapter 3.

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I moved my head off of Adrian's shoulder to lean back against my own seat as his phone lit up again. We had been in the theatre in the palace's basement for about two hours watching old How I Met Your Mother episodes, but he kept pulling out his phone to reply to texts every few seconds. I didn't ask any questions other than the 'who are you talking to?' when he had pulled his phone out for the third time in one episode. His reply had been that it was an important friend of his father's that he was trying to impress, so he needed to keep replying to the man's messages to seem interested. Now it was just bothering me that his phone's light kept hitting my eyes when he turned it on in the dark room, and I was sure he had not even watched a second of the episode that had just finished.

I didn't want to seem like the 'clingy' type of girlfriend that I had read about in the 'what he doesn't like' articles on Google (my friends' and sister's answers to the fact that I had never dated anyone before Adrian).

"What's wrong?" Adrian looked at me.

"Uh... nothing. My neck was just starting to hurt. Wanna make some food?" I asked.

"Yeah, we should stretch our legs –" His phone buzzed and he pulled it from his pocket again. "Uh... go ahead, I will follow you up in a few." He said as he began tapping his screen.

"What do you wanna make?" I asked. I tilted my head when he didn't reply before he looked up.

"Oh – sorry, what was that?" He asked looking guilty. I gave an uncertain smile. Maybe this wasn't the best time to hang out.

"I asked what you want to make to eat." I said.

"Anything is good." He replied.

I nodded giving him a smile before I left. I frowned as I walked up the stairs and into the ground floor hallway. It barely felt like he was here... I wondered up to the kitchen thinking about what Jamie, Thandi and Max were doing. Knowing Max, they probably weren't going to stay at Jamie's house like he said they were. Maximilian was always pretty reckless, his not telling anyone about his sudden arrival proved that he had not changed a bit. I didn't mind, as long as he didn't get into any trouble again. He almost always did though.

I got to the kitchen and decided on Mac and Cheese, not something I'm sure is usually served in the palace, but it's the only thing my dad knew how to make and thus knew how to teach me to make. We never cooked for ourselves back at the agency, and I mostly had microwave meals now that I was out of the agency.

I laughed at myself as it took me five minutes to find the macaroni before I put it on the stove. I opened the fridge to look for the cheese when I heard Adrian come in behind me.

"Hey, Ari." He sounded off and it made me turn to face him to see why. He gave a crooked smile and I shut the fridge slowly behind me.

"Something came up..." I drifted speaking for him.

"I'm really sorry, it's Mr Riggers."

"The Prime Minister Riggers?" I asked raising my eyebrows in surprise.

"Yes, he wants me to join his family for lunch."

"Today?" I asked.

"I know this is the worst timing, but I promise I will have dinner with you tonight." He said. He frowned as he stepped forward and lifted his hand to my cheek, "You understand, right?" He asked.

"Of course, it's work. I'm just... disappointed... mac n cheese." I lifted the cheese in my hand. He chuckled.

"We will just have it a little later than we planned."