Priscilla's POV
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!" I screamed again, my voice echoing across what had to be the most lavishly decorated room I'd ever seen. My gaze burned holes into the Greek-god-turned-human—or, well, my saviour? —standing in front of me, bare-chested, water glistening along every curve of his sculpted body.
His towel clung precariously, and my brain short-circuited. I should have been polite, cautious, and kept my distance. Instead... my gaze roamed, and I couldn't help it. His abs were a work of art. The water droplets sliding down his chest, glistening under the soft lamplight, made me want to—no. No. Stop.
But I didn't.
"Done checking me out?" His voice cut through my haze, a dangerous, cocky, teasing lilt that made my knees wobble.
"What?" I croaked, my eyes snapping up to meet his piercing grey ones.
Those eyes. They weren't just grey—they were storm clouds, calm yet threatening, like they could see straight into your soul and decide whether to save it or destroy it. I felt safe, though. Weirdly safe. Dangerous as hell, sure—but safe. Somehow
His smirk was maddening. "I asked if you were done staring."
"I... uh... I—" I froze. My thoughts scrambled like ants over sugar. "I'm not staring! I mean, maybe a little, but I wasn't..." I trailed off, heat creeping into my cheeks. I may have literally melted a little inside.
"Where am I?" I asked, trying to pull my thoughts together.
"In my room," he said, shrugging as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
"And... where is it?" I asked, sarcasm creeping into my tone.
"In my home," he replied, calm and indifferent. I felt my temper spike. My pulse raced, partly from anger, partly from... well, him.
"Priscilla, calm down. Don't do anything stupid," I muttered to myself. He saved me from the wolf.
"You should put on a shirt," I suggested, my eyes darting literally anywhere but his bare chest.
He smirked, his fingers gripping the towel just enough to make my imagination run wild. "Okay."
I turned around, cheeks blazing, praying to every deity ever created that my face didn't look like a tomato.
Priscilla, cool down.
When I turned back, he had a shirt and pants on. Somehow, even clothed, he radiated... menace. And heat. And trouble.
"Now?" I asked sternly, trying to reassert some sense of authority.
I slipped my hand into my pocket and pulled out my phone. Messages. Oh God, so many messages.
First, Rose:
Priscilla, where are you?
Priscilla!!! Are you kidnapped??
Holy fuck!! I'm calling the police!
Wait... are you playing hide and seek? Priscilla!!! Pick up the call!!!
Then, Skylar:
Hi!! Zach here! Thank you for calling. She passed out. I'll take her home.
I smiled. My best friend had covered for me. I liked this guy—he was approved by the universe and my inner squad. Shipping material. Definitely.
Then... the boys.
Pri!! Pri!!
Girl?! Where are you?!
I'm going to kill you!!!
Did you go with a guy?! I told you not to trust strangers!!!
Don't forget to use a condom!!
Searching for five fucking hours!! Calling the search party right now!!!
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Challenging King Aiden |✔|
Fantasy"Why? Why me?" I said. Why is it my fate that has to be upside down? "You should be happy. Every women will die to be in your place." The jerk in front of me said, smirking. "Well, I am not every women." I snapped. I should never looked at him. "I w...
