Just As We Were Married (COMPLETED)

Chapter Fifteen

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"How long do you think he'll go for?" Nino asked Alya, glancing at Adrien who was pounding the punching bag.

Nino was seated on the floor beside the chair Alya sat on. They were both watching the Prince pour out all his anger by hitting the punching bag repeatedly.

Alya shrugged, "I don't know. He probably won't stop until there's a hole in the bag."

They watched as the Prince poured all his anger into the blows the bag was receiving. His trainer would probably curse him out when he finds out he was punching the bag with his bare hands.

Adrien felt sweat trickle down his back and sweat trickle down his stomach. He felt sticky and he was sure he smelt awful. His hair was slick with sweat and it stuck to his forehead.

"Adrien, I think that's enough for today," Gabriel's voice invaded his thoughts, seizing his assault on the punching bag.

"I determine whether I'm done or not, father," Adrien glared at his father with tired eyes.

Gabriel studied his son's attire with disgust. He doesn't act like a prince at all and can sometimes be a true disappointment. "Adrien, look at yourself. Is this how a prince should act?"

Adrien rolled his eyes and walked over to Nino and Alya where Nino handed him a towel. He ran the towel over his wet face and through his sweat lathered hair before looking back at his father with a blank stare. "I'm sorry, did I ask to be a prince?"

Nino, Alya and Gabriel watched as Adrien draped the towel over his shoulders and walk out of the room.

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Adrien walked out of the bathroom and into his room, towel wrapped around his waist and the other on top of head.

He opened his eyes and jumped out of his skin when he saw the familiar red headed maid standing by the door.

"The hell are you doing in here?" He asked as she shamelessly ran her eyes over his broad chest, his abs then stopped at the towel before reaching his eyes.

"Your father sent me to give you this letter that came from the Kurtsberg Kingdom," She said, biting her bottom lip and eyeing me lustfully.

'Why couldn't you just put it on the bed and leave?' He thought angrily. This maid annoyed him. She did nothing, but her presence just annoyed him.

He took the letter from her outstretched hand and shivered when her fingers brushed his hand.

"You can leave now," He said, turning around to hear over to his bed. A petite hand wrapped around his thick bicep, stopping him in his tracks. He growled and removed her hand from his arm. "What do you want?"

A smirk rose to the girl's face and she walked up to Adrien and placed her hand on his chest which made him raise an eyebrow.

"Your highness, you seem very stressed these days. I want to do you a favour and make you feel lighter and better. I'm sure you know what I'm implying," She ran her hand down his chest slowly.

Adrien gripped her hand and lowered his head so could look at her properly. The maid gulped when she saw a deadly look in his eyes.