"This girl is mine! You can't take her away from me."
"Actually I can."
"Who the hell you think you are?! You punk!"
"I am, the PRINCE."
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"Sorry I couldn't watch the game with you." I said as my brother helped me carry my luggage from my room.
"That's alright, I could watch it with Aya." Max said it with a smiley face.
"Hah! Sure, she'll be thrilled." Note my sarcasm. Yesterday after I finish dinner, I went straight to my room to pack my clothes. I wore my brother's present right now.
I was seated in the Business class, 'damn those royals' is what I heard from the people. I laughed at it, because what will they say if I were to ride in our private jet.
Unlike Isaac, I was capable of going without being followed around by bodyguard. The paparazzi would scoot away from me because there is nothing at all important from me to know.
I arrived at Norway and it's freezing. Was greeted by my own Rolls Royce driver in the arrival.
"Welcome to Norway your highness. My name is Stanley." He bowed at me while I shake his hand, so that he knows he doesn't have to be this formal with me. "I shall take you to your hotel." He said while gesturing me to follow him. He acts like Reggie, but with shorter heights.
"Thank you, Stan." I said while walking behind him. I felt my phone vibrated, I followed Stan's movement from the corner of my eyes as I read the name displayed on my phone.
ISAAC ...
"Ugh!" I was about to answer the phone, but someone bashes me out and my new iPhone dropped hard to the airport floor.
I look up to see the person who's behind this incident and when I did I regretted it.
His eyes were beautiful dark gray, his chestnut brown hair didn't help the situation. Like It was styled messy on purpose. He was wearing a deep gray tuxedo, which also didn't help. His skin are fair and again, I was lost in his beautiful eyes.
To my realization, he's also looking deeply into my eyes.
Embarrassed by the eye contact, I looked down to gaze at my phone as I tried to hide my blush.
I was about to reach for it, because I was closer to it than Stan is. I bent down and reached my phone. But before I did so, someone's hand reached to my phone first and it wasn't the gray eyed guy.
"Her går du savner." The older guy with wide shoulders and veins popping out from his neck. Why did this gray eyed guy bring a body guard? And treats him like a slave. I don't like this person, he didn't even apologize to me. But I do love his handsomeness. It's a treat for the sore eyes.
I took my time scanning my phone screen, and thank god, no crack detected. I glared at the gray eyed guy as he was still checking me out. What the hell dude!
But of course, I didn't say that out loud. Because when I glared at him, his bodyguard suddenly stepped in front of him. I scoffed at the action which send off a surprised expression on their faces.
