Eleven

I threw a pillow at him in frustration. He caught it and put it down on the chair in front of the vanity. The corner of his lips curved in. He got back to his cufflinks. He was going to the office and I was staying behind at his English palace of royalty. It was just his other royal castle. My lips flattened in irritation.

He slipped his arms in his coat. I was not bothered to be caught staring at him. He turned to me with a slight smile. He took my chin between his fingers and drew me up in a deep kiss.

"Let me know if you have plans with your friend or anywhere." He whispered. His smile made my stomach flip. I hated that he could make me feel against my desire.

"Or what?" I pressed my lips together more firmly.

"I'll put guards around you," He straightened his back.

"What!" A pounding headache was pressing against my temples, I rubbed my fingers over my temple, "That's insane," It was quite exasperating. No one c