PRINCE CHARMING TO THE RESCUE

CHAPTER THREE

PRINCE CHARMING TO THE RESCUE

LAURA’S POV

“Oh my gosh! You scared me,” I said as he helped me out of the water. I could see that he was trying his best not to laugh, but eventually, he yielded to the urge and began to laugh.

“Were you scared because I have just heard you confess that you think I'm cool, or because you weren't expecting anyone to come after you?”

“Both.”

“I’m sorry about that. For eavesdropping on your conversation and shocking you.”

“It’s fine,” I said, and then I noticed his eyes had drifted towards my gown, which was now very transparent and sticking to me due to the wetness. I looked at him and cleared my throat.

“Take my jacket; you can return it after you have changed into something dry,” he said as he gave me his suit jacket, and I nodded with a smile as I headed into the room. We will have to go to their home tomorrow, and I wonder if they have a vacation house this luxurious, how much would their real home be worth? Not that any of these freaks me out, but I think my mum is attracted to only the wealthy. Funny, who wouldn't be?

I ran inside. Thankfully, I did not have to go through the dining room. At least, I would be able to avoid the idiot who had messed with me, the source of all of this.

Although, now I have him to thank because he had brought me a little closer to Chris, and now, I will be able to savor his cologne from his jacket. I sniffed deeply as I opened the door to the room and met my mum sitting on the bed, looking at the picture of our family that I kept on the bed.

“Oh my God! What the hell happened to you?”

“Don't be dramatic, mum. I just fell into the pool, but I’m fine.”

I quickly took off my clothes and changed into something else.

“Is that Chris’ jacket?”

“Yes, why?”

“I just hoped it would be Sebastian’s.”

“Why?”

“I saw that you guys didn't like each other much, although your age is quite closer than that of Chris, and Chris seemed a little stuck-up and more of the busy man. You have always wanted a brother, and Sebastian seemed to be the one that would fit into all those criteria you wanted.”

“Well, mum, like you said, criteria ‘I’ wanted, I know what is good for me, and Sebastian is not. He is bad news.”

“I hear you. Did you talk to your dad?”

“Yes.”

“I just wanted to make sure that you are fine.”

“You need to stop worrying. I am fine!”

“Well, I know all of this is new to you, but I hope you will be able to adapt well, and if you can't, just tell me, and I will do whatever will make you happy.”

“Even if what will make me happy is for you to return to Dad?”

“Well, everything except that.”

“I know. I was just messing with you.”

"Goodnight, daughter."

"Goodnight, Mum." I repiled as she planted a kiss on my forehead.

As soon as the door closed, I jumped into the bed. I would have gone out to look for Sebastian to return his jacket, but I wanted to hold onto it a little longer.

It would be hard living in the same house with him, although I wonder why he still lives with his family when he is old enough to live alone. But I want to understand that it means nothing.

My phone chimed with messages, and when I checked, I had a slew of messages from my best friends, Bryan, Talia, and Ashley. Don't even get me started on why we have a male in the mix. Bryan is a sweetheart who looked out for us as if we were his sisters, and we love him more than anything. Other than messages from them, I saw one from my dad and one group message from a new group named "To Family."

I opened the chat and saw Mum and Anselm's numbers pop up with two other unknown numbers. I did not need anyone to tell me who they were, and when I checked their profiles, I saw Sebastian had a profile picture, while Chris had a silhouette. Shortly after, I got a message from Sebastian.

"Hey, you! Changed yet?"

I wondered if he was asking if he could take his jacket back, so I jokingly teased him no.

"I am only asking to be sure you're not still wet, you know? Because in the cold, it gets pretty cold here at night."

He had no idea what these words did to me, especially the 'wet' part.

"Oh! I have changed now, but I think I might have caught a cold, so I will stay in the room all night and return your jacket tomorrow. I hope that is okay."

"Yes, I will have one of the maids here send you some tea. You did not eat much, so maybe something to eat?"

"I'd like that."

See why I wanted a brother? If this one came in the form of a brother, I would love to be 'not a brother.' My hand went towards my thigh as memories of how he held me when he got me out of the water filled my head.

His arms were gentle around my waist, and he held me as if he did not want to break me. When his arms disappeared from my body, I regretted immediately that I had not protested like I was too weak to walk on my own. But what excuse could I have had?

I smiled to myself as I ignored the message from the group chat with my friends and sent a message.

"I think I want to fuck someone."