5) play that sax

I shoot out of bed when my alarm goes off. Shit. I must’ve passed out on the car ride to The Princes apartment. My coworker, Emily, has been phoning and texting me non stop. It’s 4:30 and already I’m late. I send Emily my location pin and just as I hit send… ring ri

“Hey. I’m so sorry. Things last night…”

“Angie told me. I tracked your phone. I’m outside. Come down and get your clothes and then we can go. Be quick or we’ll be late.” She says irritated.

I hang up the phone and run out of the room. I vaguely remember the halls as a hallass down them. The elevator moves so slowly and finally I’m at the reception floor. The doors open to an angry Emily arguing at the receptionist.

“Em!” I shout. She gives a pointed i-told-you-so look at the receptionist and struts into the elevator. She hands me all of my stuff as we get off of the elevator.

“This isn’t my house so just stand there. I’ll be 5 minutes.” I shout as I run back down the hall. I slam the bedroom door and The Prince looks around a bit groggily.

“What’s going on?” He mumbles.

“Nothing. Go back to sleep.” I say through the closed bathroom door.

I quickly pull off his shirt and my underwear to pull on my lumo yellow bikini and high waisted denim shorts. I drop my flip flops on the floor so I can slip them on while I brush my teeth. Lastly I pull my hair into a half up half down high ponytail and secure it with a lumo yellow scrunchie. I

do a once over in the mirror at today’s uniform.

I throw The Princes shirt into the hamper and stuff my underwear into my pocket before heading into the bedroom. The Prince is out of bed and walking towards me but I make a b-line for the desk and put all of my things into my pockets.

“Where do you think you’re going?” The Prince growls at me.

“To work.” I look around the room and grab my phone off of the edge of the bed.

“I don’t think so.” He softly grabs my wrist and I turn to face him. “Not without a mark, a few warriors and Especially not dressed like that.”

“Can we cut the protective bullshit. I’m gonna to be late.” I say and pull away. The Prince won’t have this and pins me against the wall.

“I don’t think you’re giving me your full attention, honey.” He growls the last word. “You are not going anywhere without me without a mark. An…”

“Then mark me so I can go to work.” I bare my neck to him. He looks a bit surprised.

“I’m not marking you now, like this.” He says.

“Then let me go to work.” I retort irritated now.

“Let me get dressed and get a group of warriors together and then we can go.” He says and pulls away from me. “And get you something to wear.”

“You are not coming with me to work.” I say as I walk out the door and jog down the hall way. “I’ll be back later.” I shout as I get into the lift with Emily. The Prince looks pissed as he runs down the hall but the doors close to quickly. The last thing he sees his me blowing a kiss at him as the doors close.

We get into Emily’s car as the same black SUV’s from last night pull up to the building. Emily turns the radio up before she starts driving. All the windows are open and the wind blows in my face.

‘Party rock Yeah’

The black SUV’s are close behind us but with Emily’s driving the loose us quickly. This woman drives like a bat out of hell.

Before long we pull up at the beach. I grab my sax case out of the backseat of the car and stuff my underwear into the front zipper. The two of us head over to the marquee for the briefing and set up.

The event starts at 9:00 and by 11:00 most people are here and flooding the beach. The party is at full blast. I’m walking around with trays of drinks and food, offering them to the esteemed members of the gentleman’s club as well as their partners and bratty children (most of whom I go

to university with). The beach is filled with wolves, humans, vamps, fae, witches, warlocks, everyone who is anyone in the business world.

When 12:00 hits, I get called over to play the main song with the band. This year they decided to play Sax by Fleur East and since I’m the clubs resident saxophone player, I got asked to play with the band. The day drags on until about 8 when all of the adults leave and the party is turned into a bit of a race with uni students littering the beach. The party goes until 1:00 when everyone is kicked off of the beach and we’ve packed everything away.

I slip in the elevator up to The Princes apartment. The doors open to a room full of warriors and in the centre is The Prince rattling off commands. Everyone’s heads snap to me when they catch my scent.

“Thank The Goddess.” The Prince says and walks towards me.

“What’s going on?” I ask. He says nothing but scoops me up so I have to wrap my legs around his waist. He buries his nose in neck to breathe my scent in while walking us into his bedroom. With heartbreaking gentleness he lays us down on the bed. His big frame engulfs me as I’m pressed into the mattress.

“Where have you been? It’s two in the morning. I’ve had search teams looking for you.” He whispers into my neck.

“I told you I was at work.” I say softly and pull my fingers softly through his hair.

“Where do you work that you only get home at 2 in the morning?” He softly kisses my neck.

“At Herman’s. I waitress and play the saxophone during dinner.”

“Herman’s?” He pulls away with fury in his eyes. “Herman’s? As in the gentleman’s club, Herman’s?”

“Yes?” I say confused.

“Jesus, my mates a prostitute.” He gets off of the bed and I sit up in shock.

“Excuse me?” I shout.

“Herman’s is a whorehouse! What else would you have been doing there?” He shouts back looking so angry.

“Waitressing and playing the saxophone at dinners.”

“Please! No one at Herman’s,” he spits the word, “is just a waitress.”

“Of course you would know.” I say standing and walking to the other side of the room.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that your reputation proceeds you, Your Highness.” I mock bow at him. Oh my goddess. I’m being rude to a PRINCE. He could have my head. And you know what. I don’t care!

“Yes I’ve slept around but at least I’ve never whored myself for money.”

“What a pity because the market is booming. But I must say, it’s rather difficult being a whore when I’ve never had sex!” I scream at him.

“You’ve what?” He asks. I don't say anything. We just hold each other's stares.

“Good. That means I don’t have to burn the place down. Or kill anyone whose been inside you.” He stalks towards me and lets his Prince aura fill the room. I slink backwards and away from him until my back hits the wall. He slams his hands on either side of the wall next to my head. He leans next to me so his lips are right next to my ear. "Because. You. Are. Mine."

With that he leans down and sinks his canines into my neck. Holy Fuck. Holy Fucking ShitBalls! This hurts. I try to push him away but he pins my hands next to me head, exactly where his were. After excruciating years he pulls away and softly licks the mark closed. He admires it for a moment before letting me go. I slump to the floor while clutching me aching neck. I stare at him with irritation and shock. He squats down infront of me. His silhouette becoming fuzzy and dark.

"If you ever call me Your Majesty again," he cups my cheek and my vision starts to go, "I will bend you over and spank you so you can't sit for weeks."