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Chapter 17: What Never Happened

Sorry its been too long I'll be posting this last chapter before working on Royally His full-on. I'll try to finish it, so guys please bear with me I was supposed to finish that book months ago.
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His eyes slowly opened, but due to the bright light above him, he squinted a little before he raised his head up. My eyes widened as he realizes my presence in front of him, my lips must've been red, but before he could even ask about it he laid back down and began to sleep soundly again.

It must be the alcohol, he's probably drunk. Maybe that's why he returned the kiss, no sane human would ever kiss the person they don't love. Well, for me a sane human should never kiss someone they don't love. Okay. I know I kissed him first and all, but I'm pretty sure I was in the influence of alcohol by just smelling it from Triston's breath. Yes, that is possible, cause it just happened a while ago if you didn't notice.

I ran out of his room, running quickly to my room locking the door in case Triston would realize what I just did. I changed into my favorite pair of pjs and wore a loose tank top. Walking towards my bed, I crawled under the sheets, then pulled the sheets over my head. It was how I usually slept as a child, somehow it made me feel safe against the evils in the world. Now I don't have those fears anymore, but this method of sleeping grew into me. It's weird, I know. But a child will always have their fears.

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I woke up the next day with the loud knocks on my door. I quickly stood up and unlocked the door, pulling the door open as the person on the other side pushed it. I almost fell back from the action, but was caught at the waist by a strong, large arm. I looked up, ending up to be face to face with dark chocolate brown eyes of none other than Triston Morgan. He pulled me to his chest, so that I wasn't leaning by my heels. I looked up from his chest, seeing him smiling down at me. I felt my heart skip a beat at his beautiful smile, I quickly averted my eyes and pushed at his chest to give us some distance.

"So...what are you doing here?" I asked, looking everywhere, but his eyes.

He yawned before he spoke, "Oh, just wondering if you wanted to get breakfast, but I can see your... not ready yet." He finished speaking after he took a quick once over.

I slapped his arm, then noticed that he seemed to just have gotten out of a shower before pushing him out using the door.

"You stay out now, and let me get ready." I said, sweetly as I turned the lock so some brunette wouldn't be able to get in.

I headed into the walk-in closet then picked out a pair of ripped shorts and a long sleeved crop top. I headed into the shower right after taking about 5-minutes before I changed into the clothes I picked out. Walking into my room, I picked up a pair of gladiator sandals and quickly slipped them on. I unlocked my door and walked down the stairs, the smell of something being fried or well something being cooked with oil, hit me in the face. As I got closer to the end of the stairs I could almost smell what the type of food is being cooked. I was stuck between thinking it might be either bacon or scrambled eggs. Personally I'll be jumping for joy if it was eggs, I just have this strange love for eggs, they always give me this craving in the middle of the day, I would have these feelings of eating a big plate of soft, fluffy scrambled eggs or a nicely seasoned sunny-side or even a simple hard-boiled egg.

I walked down the steps, where I saw Triston standing behind the island table where the stove was placed. He stood in front of a cast iron skillet and seemed to be making what I could see was an omelette. He carefully sliced a bunch of meats and veggies then placed it all in another skillet, sautéing the filling, he then turned the electric stove off and placed the filling over the eggs. He delicately folded the edges of the egg over the filling and placed it on a shiny white plate.

I walked closer to the island and pulled myself a eat to it on. Triston heard the soft squeak of the chair on the marble, and quickly looked up from the omelette. He smiled and picked out a fork from a drawer, then picked up the plate and placed it in front of me with the placed over a paper napkin.

I stared at him with a raised eyebrow. "I thought we were going out to eat?" I asked.

"Yeah...well...I thought why not just stay in and maybe just hang out." He replied, pulling the out the seat beside me.

"But you didn't have to make me an omelette, its-"

"No! It's fine, I was just experimenting and thought why not let you try it."

"So eat!" He urged, picking up the fork and placing it on the palm of my hand.

I clasped onto the fork and cut off a piece of the omelette, then stare at him as I stab the piece and raise it to my mouth. I chew on it until I could taste the flavors that spread through my mouth. I almost moaned in satisfaction at the flavor, I took another bite of the omelette. But I noticed that Triston was just staring at me while I ate.

"Don't you want some?" I asked.

"Oh no! It's fine. I usually just drink coffee and eat a slice of toast."

"No! You have to eat some more food, like this amazing omelette you just made. Plus I can't finish this whole thing." I said, pushing the plate towards him giving him my fork.

"I'm really not hungry, just go continue ea-"

"Triston. Now listen to me, and listen well. Since I was a child my mother would tell me that without breakfast we won't be able to get through the rest of the day. Meaning I don't want to see you starving yourself to death just because you weren't feeling hungry. Now you eat!" I said, cutting him a piece then pushed it in front of his mouth.

He finally opened his mouth as I pushed the fork into his mouth. I watch him as he chewed to make sure he wouldn't spit it all out.

"You act like some teenage girl who wants to starve themselves to get to the body they believe is hot." I commented, rolling my eyes as I remembered every single b*tch I've met in my life. Each one has the same dream. To look like a scarecrow without the hay stuffing.

"Hey! A person can't receive a body like this with eating I starved to achieve this you know!" He defended. I slapped his head and got off my chair and walked towards the sub-zero fridge and dispensed myself a glass of water.

I heard him grumble in his seat and continued to eat his eggs. I got him a glass of water too, then placed it beside the omelette.

"You know you act just like my mom...except ten times more abusive." He mumbled.

"Well you act like an ungrateful child, who had a mom that didn't hit you enough." I replied walking out of the kitchen.

I sat on the sofa that was right in front of the large, curved flat screen tv. I turned it on and watched some cartoons. There isn't anythings anything wrong for an adult to watch some cartoons...right?

I just sat there looking at the tv, until I began to remember the previous night. As long as Triston doesn't ask about any of it I was still safe. That type of physical contact can add problems to our plans, especially if feelings would come out of it.

I continued to think, when I slowly moved my fingers to my lips where a thought popped up. But why did he kiss me back?

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I was planning to post this since December, but an idea never really popped into mind, so here it is. I'll be continuing on Royally His, but I'm thinking on editing the chapter where she was kidnapped since my friend believed it was bad since she seemed too fine right after the kidnapping so please check that out and tell me how you think.