ChelseaOutside the room, I couldn't help but wear a sad expression as I looked at Ms. Beth. She had confided in me about my brother's will just yesterday, a plea for help that Alastair had coldly declined to consider. My hopes had soared when Kai went inside to talk with him, believing that perhaps Alastair had finally taken notice of the situation. However, it was clear now that he had known all alon yet refused to cooperate.“How can a man be so mean?” I lamented, clenching my teeth and fists as if I were ready to confront him. In just a few days, Ms. Beth had carved a deeper place in my heart. She was an incredible person who cared about everyone, not just the prince she served.A soft chuckle escaped Ms. Beth's lips, a rare occurrence that drew my attention. “He surely has his reasons. Let's forget about that. However, you did well, Chelsea.” She reached out and held my hand, giving it a proud shake.I was confused by her words. "I did well?" I repeated, my expression shifting fro
ChelseaThere was still a day left before the event, but it seemed as though everyone in the palace was operating on the assumption that it was starting in just an hour. I couldn't help but be amazed at how efficiently things were being prepared. The grand hall was nearly adorned to perfection. Lavish tables and chairs were neatly arranged to the side, and the room was adorned with various flowers and candles on tall stands. The chandeliers added a touch of elegance to the space, while the gobos, recessed lights, and string lights on the dance floor added a subtle charm.At the moment, everyone seemed to be in a rush, scurrying around to hang magnificent portraits of the famous artists who would be attending the event tomorrow night.With a determined step, I left the bustling hall behind and ascended to the second floor of the palace. There, I encountered two maids in a passageway, one of them pushing a hanger trolley filled with a set of blazers, pants, and shirts. I guessed that the
AlastairThe moment I stumbled upon a servant giving away one of my favorite attires, I knew something was amiss. To catch the culprits red-handed, I decided to enter the closet from the secret door in my bedroom – a door only I could open. Little did I expect to find Chelsea there, of all people. My blood simmered as I witnessed the sight before me – she had torn apart the clothes I intended to wear for tomorrow's event. And to add insult to injury, she had the audacity to distribute my favorite garments.Chelsea stood there, frozen, as I Chelsea stood there, frozen like a deer caught in headlights, as I raised a sly brow, waiting for an explanation. She swallowed hard, her gaze darting around the room as my eyes slowly swept over the closets, then the ruined fabrics, and finally landed on her face. There was a frantic rhythm to her heartbeat, audible to me in the charged silence that hung in the air.“Cutting the shoelaces would be enough to ruin it,” I remarked, taking a step closer
AlastairI felt a rush of power as I pinned her down on the bed, her body completely at my mercy. One of my hands found its place on the headboard, while the other rested gently on the pillow beside her. Leaning closer, I could feel the heat of our breaths mingling in the air, the tension growing with each passing second. Her eyes, wide with a mix of fear and desire, held mine captive.As I stared into her soulful eyes, I couldn't help but feel a surge of lust course through my veins. It was a feeling I hadn't experienced in a long time, and certainly not with someone I argued with a while ago and who cut my favorite clothes. I tried to push these thoughts away, convince myself that it was merely an illusion brought on by the intensity of the moment. But deep down, I knew the truth - I wanted her, in a way that went beyond reason.Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her dress. I smirked inwardly at her lack o
ChelseaI froze there, my body tense with a mixture of desire and apprehension. His voice sent shivers down my spine, his words echoing in my mind.Sea! It was just a nickname, but in this moment, with the way he spoke it, it ignited something within me. Something I couldn't quite ignore, no matter how hard I tried.His question hung in the air, a weighty anticipation building between us. Did I want my narcissus? The thought alone sent a flurry of sensations through my body, an undeniable longing that clashed with my better judgement. I couldn't deny the electricity that crackled between us, even as I fought to suppress it.But I couldn't let him see the effect he had on me. And so, I mustered up every ounce of defiance and shouted, "Hell no!" I needed to distance myself from this man, from these forbidden desires that clawed at the edges of my consciousness. It was wrong, I knew that, yet it felt undeniably right.The prince seemed undeterred by my outburst, his eyes boring into mine
ChelseaI could feel the anger pumping through my veins, my heart pounding in my chest after Alastair had left the room, leaving behind a trail of offensive remarks. And now, this woman standing before me, who I didn't even know, had the audacity to ask such a disrespectful question. She was undeniably beautiful, with her striking black eyes, sharp nose, and short blonde hair. She exuded confidence, her fashion sense impeccable as she stood tall in her black high heels and office suit. But her words needed a filter."Pardon?" I cleared my throat, giving her a chance to choose her words more wisely.With her arms crossed, she seemed unperturbed by speaking to an unfamiliar woman in such a demeaning manner. "Oh, girl. Did you piss him off by trying to kiss him? Or did you ask for oral and to fuck face-to-face, which he certainly loathes?" A wicked smirk spread across her face.My teeth clenched in frustration. Okay, bitch! That was more than enough. "If you're so interested in knowing ab
AlastairAs I stepped closer, the first thing Chelsea did was step back from me, her eyes darting around to ensure no one had heard the nickname I had just called her. Finding no one engaged in our conversation and the garden filled with workers diligently shaping the trees, she heaved a relieved sigh. It seemed that she was willing to risk her entire life but not get close to me.My jaw clenched. "Did you tell Rossi... well, Rossi is the woman who stayed in the guest house yesterday. The one I once...""Fucked," Chelsea completed my sentence, her face contorted with bitterness.I blinked, taken aback by Chelsea's bluntness. She was a peculiar woman, to say the least. Her sudden transformation into a badass astounded, confounded, and at the same time, provoked me. I had a feeling that Rossi Clooney would be provoked in an entirely different manner. Rossi, the head of the royal event management team, rarely stayed at the palace since her father was a top businessman with a grand estate.
AlastairIn the evening, I reluctantly donned my black blazer over the crisp white shirt, its pearl buttons meticulously sewn. Paired with perfectly tailored black trousers, I was dressed for the gala my mother had impulsively decided to host. The stylist in front of me reached for the black tie, but I couldn't bear her presence any longer. I grabbed the tie from her hand and shot a glare her way. "Leave."With an obedient nod, she made her way out of the room, leaving me alone in my frustration. I exhaled sharply and began to tie the troublesome accessory myself. My mother's sudden gala plans had been a nuisance, and I couldn't help but despise Ms. Kyle for her vexing tricks. I'd asked her to send someone, specifically Chelsea, at least ten times since morning, and she had deliberately avoided it.That old nag was truly getting on my nerves.I hadn't finished voicing my irritation when Alice intervened, guiding Ms. Kyle away to the garden. I would have followed them if my mother hadn'