Once a Princess, always a Princess

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Adonnia's POV

I woke up with the feeling of elevation. My groggy eyes unstuck themselves and I peered through blurry vision at my surroundings. Xavier was next to be looking up towards the.....aircon and reading light? A thoughtful expression on his face. I glanced to my right and was affronted with a small box window, past that were fluffy white cotton buds. Looking out I saw the royal banner pasted onto the wing of what must of been a plane I was sitting in. It clicked, I was on the royal private jet.

Then snippets of memories came back to me like over ripe and unwanted fruit, along with a hammering in my head. Damn those little people and their crafty carpenter skills, they sure were playing havoc on my brain. The events of the night before returned with startling clarity, making what I'd done seem as bad as it really was. I remembered the shots, then chad and the lustful embrace we had found ourselves in, then taking it upstairs.....

I gave another groan.

Xavier looked at me when he heard the noise, a sad smile on his lips.

"Hey." He spoke softly.

"It's bad isn't it?" I asked, not really wanting to know the awful truth.

He just looked at me the answer clear in his pitiful eyes.

I started to feel sick. What would my parents think? What did they think?

I hadn't seen them that morning before boarding the plane. I was still half a sleep as I was eased into clean comfy joggers and a top by the maids, then immediately whisked of to the air terminal. I was glad though, I don't think I could have faced the shame.

Just then a flight attendant walked up the the lounger we were sat on and slapped a newspaper onto the table in front of us. Was it me or was that a bit harsh? I was probably just becoming paranoid, thinking that now event the flight attendant hated me just like I was sure Xavier did.

Xavier picked up the newspaper and glanced at it.

"I don't think you want to see this Addy."

Why was he being so nice to me? Shouldn't he despise the very guts that betrayed him?

I ignored his warning and took the newspaper off him, needing to see the damage for myself.

On the front page of the newspaper was a giant picture of a harassed looking Xavier carrying a very unconscious looking me. The title read: 'BORED WITH THE PRINCE, THE PRINCESS TAKES A LOVER'

I groaned for what seemed like the gazillianth time and rolled over, my back to Xavier. I curled into a tight ball and buried my face in my hands.

The title was worse than I had expected. A lover? Really?

What was I going to do? I had just admitted royal social suicide and I knew that it would not blow over like everyone hoped. After i returned from this little trip the paparazzi would be even more hyped up on the story.

I hand brushed the hair away from my face. I turned back to face Xavier, my bare arm touched his and a shiver ran down my spine. I looked into his pitying eyes and we held gazes for a short while before I dropped mine, ashamed.

"Can I ask you something?" He whispered into the silence.

I owed him that didn't I? Though the question he asked was different to what I expected.

"At the ball, why were you running in from the patio? it looked as if there was something wrong."

I didn't want to answer, what would he think when he found out that I had kissed two guys in one night of which he was not included in. I tensed at the thought of Lord Agolt's slimy hands trailing up my skin.