The Girl With The Royal Blood || Book Two

~♥~ Chapter 5: Careless Whisper ~♥~

"Should've known better than to cheat a friend
And waste the chance that I'd been given
So I'm never gonna dance again
The way I danced with you."
                               - George Michael

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"Looks like saving you from destroying your beautiful face is going to be my full time job now.", an all too familiar voice said.

I turned around, dreading to face him.  He didn't say anything at first, just smirked at me. Oh, that infamous smirk, that was once my weakness.

I blushed at his comment, because I understood what he was referring to. That was how we met seven years ago, in a party where he saved from a creepy drunk guy. To avoid him, I had taken a step back and stumbled when he had caught me.

At my blush, his smirk turned into a smile. I tried hard to look away, to not meet his eyes. I touched my abdomen, where I could still feel his touch, his fingers firmly gripping my exposed stomach.

"Amelia.", he said in his beautiful voice, which had definitely gotten more deeper, more mature. "How are you?" He scanned me from top to bottom, and suddenly I regretted wearing such a racy outfit.

"I'm good", I mumbled. "Huh? Couldn't hear you there.", he said, and brought his ear close to my face. I took in a breath, and moved back. He smelled exactly the same, and the scent brought back so many memories. He raised his eyebrows at my reaction. He knows he's making me nervous and he's loving it. Bastard.

I collected myself. "I'm good.", I said, with much more confidence. "Never been better."

"I'm so glad to hear that.", he says in my face, his hot breath touching it. "So, since when did you start running in the morning?"

"None of your business.", I say and quickly start walking. He follows me. "Aw, really?", he says in a mocking tone. I nod. "Why are you here anyways? Are you following me?", I narrow my eyes at him.

"Just enjoying the neighborhood.", he says, waving his arm around. I look at him. He was wearing a black formal shirt tucked in black trousers. "In this?", I roll my eyes. He grins and nods. "Aren't you a king now? Don't you have security guards or something?", I ask.

"Yeah. There they are.", he points to two men behind us, wearing an outfit as similar as their king, maintaining a safe distance from us. I'm pretty sure I can see the outline of a gun from their pockets.

"Why don't you stop walking and talk to me?", he says softly. Something snaps in me. "Are you fucking kidding me right now? You really asking me to sit and talk? You know what, let's go a café, sit and chat about how our lives have been since you left me and your child for a life of goddamned luxury!", I shout, my chest heaving.

He purses his lips and looks around. I was being too loud, and I'm pretty sure the people around us recognized him. "Sorry", I say quietly, and walk away to a nearby bench, where I put my hands on my face.

He sits beside me in a second, unsure what to do. He simply says, "You don't know a lot of things, Amelia."

My head snaps up. "I have no interest in knowing them, and also, you have no idea either what I went through when I had Athena. How difficult it was for me to take care of her, and to go to medical school at the same time. You don't know anything about me, Phillipe, so don't even try to talk to me. "

He doesn't reply, just stares at me. So I get up to leave when he holds my hand. "I want to tell you everything, but I'm afraid that you won't understand."

I slightly gasp at his hand gripping mine after so long, his warm fingers clutching mine, then I shrug. "Maybe I won't. And maybe I shouldn't. Now let go of me." I tug at my hand from his soft grip. Before he lets go, he sees something shiny on my finger.