Lucius leads me into the library next door to the sitting room. The dark mahogany bookshelves and desks with reading lights are a contrast to the library I know at home.
"Amora, I'm sorry about him." Lucius says, his voice full of sadness. Wow, when did I upgrade to the respectful version?
"It's alright. People like us get used to jerks." I smile. His father did get under my skin, but hearing him scream in English and French defending me helped a little bit.
"You shouldn't have to. And I'm also sorry about disrespecting you back in Andorra. I crossed boundaries I shouldn't have." He tucks his hands in his pockets like a scared little boy. His words made my eyes tear up. He's changing.
"Thank you. You don't know how much that means to me." I hum. I pull him into a hug which he reluctantly returns.
We stay like that for a while. He smells good. Like expensive cologne and rain. His hands are on my back, gently moving up and down.
This is the first time I've wanted him to touch me. Besides when I was drunk of course.
He gradually lets go and cups my face with one hand. I weakly smile at him.
"C-can I kiss you?" He stammers I nod and he crashes his lips onto mine. It feels like fireworks.
Lucius, you have a good side. I knew it.
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Lucius POV-I pace around the library, angry with myself. I cannot believe I allowed myself to open up like that. To apologize to her? What kind of pussy am I?
I have to show her that the Lucius she saw at that moment wasn't real. I'm still intimidating, she needs to be scared of me.
I can't have her fall in love with that Lucius, because that isn't me.
I'm a monster. Incapable of love. I sleep around with whores and then an actual good woman walks into my life and I lose myself.
I throw some papers around, hoping it'll make me feel something.
Being raised by my father, I learned a thing or two. One of the things he taught me was that women were useless unless I made them useful. That mindset shaped me into the terrible person I am today.
I shouldn't have told him off. I should have let him say those things to her. I don't want to care, for her sake. I'm unlovable.
I'm going to go up to my room and scare her. Make her see that the Lucius she saw this morning will never come back.
I walk up the stairs and burst open the door to my room. She's sitting on the bed, watching the news.
"Hey.." she trails off after she sees how mad I am. I run my fingers through my hair.
"Is... everything alright?" She asks nervously. No everything is not fucking alright!
"No everything is not, little girl. The Lucius in there, the one you think you saw, doesn't exist. So don't try playing girlfriend with me because we are nothing. Your an accessory." I say. Fuck, I can see her tears coming, but I'm doing this for her own good.
"But you kissed me.. and said sorry.." she murmurs. That kiss, I don't think I'll ever forget it. She sends sparks through every part of my body. What I'm about to say next will ensure I'll never feel that again.
"I did it to get in your pants. Which didn't work, since your so fucking uptight." I grit. Some tears fall down her cheeks and she gets up and storms into the bathroom. I can hear her moans and gasps as she's struggling for air, unable to stop crying.
I regret saying that. Regret, an emotion my father told me to never have. It was useless, to feel remorse for something that has already happened.
Kitten is still crying. I walk out of the room. I can't take it anymore.
Going to the gym always helps when I'm stressed. I pass by my mother in the living room, reading. She smiles at me but I just keep walking. She'll ask questions and I'm in no mood to answer.
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I've been lifting weights for about twenty minutes, when I get a text from Rachel. I thought she got the hint when I screamed at her. Her head is full of hot air.'Im outside your door, not wearing any underwear ;)'-Rachel.
Shit.
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HEY BITCHESSSokay sorry about the short chapter but I didn't know what else to write.
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RomanceAmora Alden of Andorra (her parents must love the letter a) has been brought up as a princess. Literally. However, her whole life she has only one task to complete. Marry a prince. Something she has been against since day one. Unfortunately, unless...