SLAVE OF THE HEART

Perception

"Hello Dev."

Devonne felt uncomfortable staring into Norman's eyes. He was a lot taller than her, with blonde hair and blue eyes that once made her swoon.

"Norman..." she trailed off, trying to push him off. "Just let me go. How did you even get in here?"

"I have my ways," he smiled before kissing her hand. "Let's talk, shall we?"

"I don't think that is a good idea rig..."

"Devonne, where are you?" she heard Victor's voice.

"I am sorry about yesterday... last night... please let us..."

Devonne struggled even harder to get away from him to her Prince Charming but Norman was much stronger. He pinned her to the wall quite easily.

"Norman, let me go!"

"I am so much better than him. Can't you see? I am a man! He is but a boy. He will only make you cry. If you let me," he whispered,  making her shudder as his lips brushed against her skin,  "I will make you mine and we will be happy together. I will love and adore..."

"Too bad,  that is my job," Victor spoke as he stood behind Norman who had his lips on Devonne's neck.

"She is mine."

"No she isn't. Now, leave before I have you thrown out. That would be such a bad thing to have in your career, right?"

Norman turned and cleared his throat. Devonne behind him managed to run to Victor's safe hands. He stood infront of her, effectively shielding her from Norman.

"You dumped her, she is not yours. Give her back."

"I know for a fact that she isn't yours either, she belongs entirely to herself," Victor replied, making Norman snort.

"Oh please, you did not want her last night," Norman rolled his eyes at the Prince. He was not afraid of losing. After all, he was Norman Bucchini.

"Did you ever tell her the reason why you never liked her at first? Did she ever tell you about her and Rajab?"

"Of course she did," he replied immediately.

"She is not who you think she is. You put her on a pedestal but she deserves to be crushed on the ground. She is not yours. She is too much for you."

"What makes you think I am not too much for her too?" Victor retorted. Norman visibly paled, before regaining composure.

"Devonne," he addressed her, "you know you and I are made for each other..."

"Devonne,  please go to your room and lock yourself inside. Roman will escort you," Victor said just as one of his bodyguards turned to her. She nodded and left,  thanking God for Victor.

Norman scowled before turning to Victor. "She will be mine," he growled. "She will be..."

Victor interrupted, "she belongs to herself. Just leave her be. Now, who told you about our argument last night?"

Norman smiled before speaking, "I will never tell. All I can say though is, there is a mole in the palace."

"How do you know?"

"I just do," Norman grinned. "Got a call last night."

"Get his phone, " he ordered one of the other bodyguards with him. Norman sighed before handing over his Blackberry.

"The other four too," he barked. Norman was afraid but he hid it well.

"Here you go," he taunted, while wishing he could have left some at his workplace.