5. WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?

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5. WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?

Marcus' POV

After having the best fxck of my life, I had to come back to reality. I got up early and headed straight to the airport where my private jet had already been prepared for me.
Everyone who knew me bowed in respect and I gave them a little nod in response not to further aggravate my hangover headache. As soon as I had settled inside I took off my shades and took down a whole bottle of water.

"What happened to you last night?" One of my best friends Jarvis asked, as soon as he entered with my other best friend, Ross.
"Oh, hey Marc. We got worried when you disappeared last night," Sherard said as he entered with Olin trailing behind him.
"Who ditches their own bachelor party?" Ross asked as everyone settled in their seats.
"How was that even a bachelor party? It's not like I'm getting married today," I responded with a straight face before closing my eyes and relaxing in my seat.

"Today you are finally going to meet your future spouse and you get to choose from 10. I wish I was in your shoes," Jarvis said before receiving a slap from Sherard who was sitting next to him.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Sherard asked with anger and I could easily visualize his blazing eyes piecing through Jarvis's heart.
"I was just kidding baby. You know I only have eyes for you and only you," Jarvis quickly responded knowing that he had messed up.

Everyone knew that when Sherard was mad, there would soon be a funeral. Jarvis had barely been escaping death in similar situations like this. I personally knew not to mess with Sherard because I valued my life. Not even my bodyguards are strong enough to hold down that fire ball. He had the type of anger that shook the earth. It was terrifying.
"It better be a joke because I was about to slit your throat and make you choke on you own blood while shoving my foot up your ass." See what I mean.

"Soooo... What happened to you last night?" Olin asked changing topic, obviously uncomfortable with his best friends death threats.
"I got tired of watching my best friends couple up with their boyfriends who reminded me of my non-existent love life and the fact that I'm being forced into an arranged marriage that I apparently can't avoid. So, I decided to call it a night," I responded without changing my expression or opening my eyes.
"It has nothing to do with that cute blond you were chatting up by the bar?" Ross asked and I had obviously been busted.

Why did they have to bring him up? I was trying so hard to forget about him. Why did I have to meet him that time and I couldn't be with him. Last night the more I talked to him the more I regretted who I was.
He was perfect. From his beautiful face, gorgeous curves and the way he moved those sinful lips releasing a melody that did nothing but caress my ears with a pleasant tune. I have never believed in love at first sight but he definitely made my heart waver.
Why did it have to be my last official night as a single man. The moment I realized I wanted him, I decided that even if all odds were against us would it be so wrong for me to ask for one night. Just for him to be with me one night.
Other than the way he looked. He was sassy, confident, headstrong and straightforward. Just my type.
For once I wished I wasn't a prince. I wish I just a normal guy so that I could marry anyone I choose because I love them and not because of my social status. I envied my friends because they had found people they truly loved even though they were all from noble families with a high social standing.

"Was he that good?" Jarvis finally broke the silence.
"He was more than that," I responded allowing my mind to savor the memory of the only person I have truly wanted for the first time in my life.

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You would understand, why I'm shell shocked when I lock eyes with those familiar mesmerizing blue eyes as soon as I enter the dining hall at the palace.

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE??

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Marcus and Elijah meet again. How do you think that will go?

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