Against The Storm

CHAPTER FIVE

Chapter Five

Cassandra's POV

"You." We both said in unison.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"Do you guys know each other?" Emelia looked confused. Nobody answered. We both continued staring at each other like hawks about to attack their prey.

"What is she doing here?" The prince asked Emelia.

"She is the lady I told you about. We met at the mall and she has agreed to be a surrogate for us." Emelia smiled awkwardly.

"Surrogate!" He repeated.

"Yeah, do you know her?" Emelia asked again.

"Of course not, I was just surprised to see a stranger in the house." The prince lied, I was going to say something when he sent me a warning stare, so I kept quiet.

"Okay. Cass, this is Prince Rodriguez Astley my husband and darling meet Cassandra Valdez." Emelia introduced us to each other.

He walked towards me in two long strides, his height overshadowing mine. He was probably six feet, four inches tall and I was five feet, seven inches tall. He extended his hand for a handshake.

"Miss Valdez, it's a pleasure meeting you."

"Same here, your highness," I said through clenched teeth. I put my hands in his big and firm one but regretted it instantly because he squeezed them tightly.

"Ouch!" He gave me a devilish smile and walked back to where Emelia was standing.

"Are you okay Cass?" Emelia asked looking concerned.

"I am fine." I plastered a fake smile on my face.

If only I could tell you that your husband, the prince of nightmares, is an egoistic jerk who just squeezed the life out of my hands. I thought trying to maintain a calm posture.

"I should go now. I'll see you tomorrow," I said to Emelia.

"Won't you stay to have lunch with us?" Emelia asked.

"No I can't, I have important things to do," I refused Emelia's offer in a desperate bid to leave the house.

"Okay, see you next week then. I'll have the driver drop you off at the hotel,"

"Thanks."

"Be ready next week," Emelia said

"Okay," I replied and walked out of the mansion.

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When Emelia's driver dropped me off at the hotel I couldn't stop thinking about prince Rodriguez. Martha had mentioned him when I told her about my trip to Andalusia.
I'm in a big mess. I paced up and down the small room. A few weeks from now, I was going to be living in the same house with that monster of a prince. A handsome monster. A voice in my head said and I frowned.

"I guess he is handsome but he is arrogant, mean, rude and he has a large ego. Who does he think he is, because he is a prince he thinks he can insult anyone and go scot-free," I said out loud then decided to call Martha. She always has the answer to everything.

"Hello, Martha."

"Hey, Cass." She said but did not sound as cheerful as she always was.

"I am guessing you heard about what happened to Jake." I sighed,

"Yes, I am so sorry I couldn't do anything to stop it from happening." I heard Martha cry from the other end of the phone.

"It's okay, don't cry." I tried to get Martha to stop crying.