16: Errors of Doom

Prince Keith's POV

I angrily threw the papers away as I noticed they didn’t contain what I wanted, this was getting harder and I needed to get my hands on something, the mobilization was taking place but the documents I needed to work on were still not happening, what was I going to do?

My breathing came in short, haggard as I was furious, I knew I had to step out of my room for a while to clear my head, I sat down on the wheelchair, tired of it but I couldn’t stop, not wanting anyone to know that I can walk on my own, it is going to ruin the years of hard work, the years of things I have put into place to revenge all they have done to me.

I wheeled out of my room and straight to the garden, which was the only place I knew I could find comfort, find peace, and clear my thoughts, as soon as I stepped into the garden, I saw Heather, she was struggling and I noticed the bottle on the floor.

Was she drinking?

I stood up from the wheelchair immediately and caught her just before she could fall. “Prince Keith,” she slurred, trying to move away from me but I held her tighter.

Her warm scent engulfed my nose as I struggled to concentrate. She couldn't walk now and kept blabbing. Her words were slurred and I had to hold her several times so she wouldn't fall, I didn’t mind my wheelchair at this point, I knew no one would see me as I returned her back to her room.

"You know, if you weren't such an asshole, you don't look so bad" she suddenly slurred and I froze. She thought I was an asshole? I thought to myself and realized that I truly had been an asshole to her.

She looked so cute, all drunk and pink. Her hair was tussled and it was obvious that she had picked this dress herself without the help of the maids. Not like I was sure it mattered in any way to her.

"You thought that I wanted to stay in your chambers? Of course not, you think so highly of yourself and your ego is bigger than your head" she finished and I nearly laughed.

“Drunk Heather does talk a lot,” I said just as Heather threw one of her hands around my neck in an attempt to save herself from falling.  Her breasts were pressed on my chest and I could feel the warm mold accompanied by the soft beating of her heart.

I quickly carried her not wanting her to embarrass herself any further. She held me tightly and buried her head in my neck. I tried to focus but my hand was right below her butt. The soft round bottom touched my hands with each step I took, making it harder for me to concentrate on anything else.

This was not possible. There was no way that I would harbor such feelings for her. It had crept up on me and now I was thinking about exploring every inch of her body, including her full round chest and her firm butt.  The walk from the hallway to her room door was one of the longest in my life as it seemed as if the door kept moving away.

"You smell like whiskey and rough wine," she said and I wondered what she meant by rough wine. She had the most colorful words for description, sometimes it left me wondering what was going on in her head. She seemed like a fun and exciting person, although I also knew that she harbored a lot of darkness in those smiles.

I was not supposed to be thinking about her like this. The plan is just to bring her to her room and let her be. I looked at the balcony and realized that she could go there and fall off. I tried to think of it pleasingly since it would solve most of my problems with Nyles right now. But the mere thought of it scared me so bad that I felt a shiver run up my spine when I thought about her getting hurt in any way. I had to stay.

Slowly, I removed my jacket and folded the cuffs of my shirt. Just as I went close to her to feel her temperature, she retched and vomited on me. The warm smell of digested tea hit my nose.

"Shit!" I cursed and jumped back, immediately removing the shirt and throwing it in her bathroom. I carried her gently, her small frame fitting into my bare arms while my bare skin rubbed on hers. I could feel myself getting hard just thinking about her.

"Why are your muscles so hard?" She said and played with my chest. Her hands brushed over the hairs on my chest lightly but the effect was hard and immediate. I nearly dropped her when the sensation of pleasure shot through me. Finally, we were in the bathroom and I helped her wash up. I was supposed to hate her, not be helping her. She had linked up with Molly and they had even talked about me.

Still, my body didn't listen, instead, it took every opportunity it got to react to her even if it was just the thought of her. I bent her over the sink and helped her hold her hair while I tried to wash her face. It wasn't working as most of the water was splashing on me.

I went behind her and tried to position her head properly to avoid getting water everywhere and also protect her hair from getting wet. She shifted suddenly and her firm butt brushed tightly against my engorged cock. The feeling was electrifying and I felt myself losing control.

She shook, her body arching away from me as she jumped, clearly startled by the feel of my erection against her ass. It was visibly hard now and I felt ashamed of myself. I tried to think of Nyles to see if it was going to help but it did nothing to fan the flames of lust in my body.

"What was that?" She asked me, her voice was filled with fear.

"What do you mean, what was that?" I asked, too shy now to admit that I was hard for her.

"I don't know, I thought you poked me with something hard and blunt and big..." She began to say and realisation dawned on her. Her eyes widened in horror and I wondered why. She had definitely been with someone else before, she couldn't look so good and not have multitudes of men falling head over heels for her.

"Yeah. You figured." I admitted and turned to leave her alone. She stood there unmoving and I left the bathroom, prepared to go to my room and punch myself for being so stupid. Just then, I heard a crash in the bathroom and ran back to her.

She had slipped and was now seated on the floor, a distant look on her face. She saw me rush in and stretched her hands to me. I could see the trust in her eyes when she did that. It left me confused and unsure of what to do. I was in her bathroom, shirtless while she wore a dress that was now soaked and unfortunately for me, completely see-through.

Her bra was a lacy bra and white. Her skin was fair and spotless, an inviting scent that wanted me to dive inside her and swim forever. She was distracting me, her effect on me was so great that it took my mind off everything else.

"I feel so stupid. My life has been so rough and hard" she said as I helped her up. Her dress was really wet and she shivered intermittently due to the piercing cold that I was sure was seeping into her skin. She held me close, trying to draw as much heat from me as she could. I didn't pull away, I felt something stir in my chest and begin to flutter.

I peeled off the dress from her body and she stood in front of me, clad in nothing but a lacy bra and matching panties. Her hair was wet and her lips were wet too.

“You need to wear something, I will call Lucinda to attend to you,” I muttered barely forcing myself not to stand there, I knew if I wasted another minute with her I would have kissed her and won’t stop myself until I cum.

I left the room before she could protest and went for my wheelchair in the garden, I wheeled and I saw Lucinda, I called her. “Heather is in a messy state, go and look after her,” I said and she nodded walking away immediately.

As she left, I returned back to my room, slammed the door, and rested my head against it, what was happening to me? How could I have lost control over Heather?

Nyles is my woman and she is not!

I chanted but the more I do, the more it feels like a lie to me.