Chapter 6 Part 1 – Some Like The Dog Chase

Lucien

My mind reeled with the revelation I just found.

Hell, the ancient mirror that this woman donated to this school museum had a large quantity of Zaxonian silver in it. Meaning, it was created in my realm. Meaning, someone was messing with my kingdom and taking advantage of its natural resources without my permission. Without me even knowing.

Fucking rats. I’ll cut their heads off.

But how? And why?

I sure wanted to know the answer, but for now, I’d have to be stealthy. Take it step by step, and questioning my mysterious woman was the first in line.

It wasn’t my plan, but my calm and collected, businessman-gentleman façade broke as soon as I saw the silvers swirling inside the mirror. Earthlings can’t see it, but I sure can with my Zaxonian royal blood.

That, in turn, affected my treatment of her. I would have gone for the kind and playful act, but my mask just cracked all the way through. My temper rose.

I couldn’t blame her when she started avoiding me as we continued our museum tour on the second floor.

Many times our eyes met, and many times I found her retreating behind the presence of other visitors or the professor himself. She was trying to compose herself, acting as if I hadn’t scared her earlier. As if I hadn’t made her wet and hot before that.

“Your Highness, I thought you’d only stay for an hour?” Dr. Danes asked me when he appeared in my line of vision. The man was busy, I knew, but did he really have to approach me and point that out?

“I think I’ll stay longer. I’m investigating something,” I answered, looking briefly past him and into Nicolette’s gorgeous back visible behind a glass casing.

Dr. Danes scoffed. He subtly turned to the side and traced the path where my eyes fell.

“Oh, you’re investigating all right,” he stated, giving me a smirk.

I snarled at him and opted to change the subject. “I want that Malta mirror. Have it delivered to my suite before this night is done.”

The professor’s smirk faded. “Mirror? You mean the one Miss Holland donated?”

I didn’t nod. Shit, wasn’t my order already obvious?

“But it’s school property now, Your Highness. I can’t just take it out of the museum without informing Professor Malorie or the university director. Why do you want it, anyway?”

“It’s Zaxonian property, professor. Not Miss Holland’s. And certainly not the school’s.”

“Zaxonia? But it came from Malta.” His brows furrowed.

“Questions, questions,” I drawled and glared at him. “Do what I order you to do. Tell the university director and your colleague that I’ll pay a good sum in exchange for that mirror.”

Finally, he bowed low, giving in. “Okay. I’ll do as you wish.”

When I went to search for the woman again, I ended up disappointed. She was nowhere in sight anymore.

Shit, my pretty little kitty just escaped.

So, right then and there, I darted for the stairs. She might not have gone far wearing those heels. If I’d catch her, I’d make sure to get information as much as I could, even if it meant locking her up, or making her moan. Whichever came first.

By the time I arrived in the foyer, I saw a cab just routing to the exit gate. I assumed she was inside.

I groaned. Dammit, she was fast. But I liked it. She was giving me the chase.

Hastily, I neared my Maybach, which was still parked right where I left it. The jock and his minions surrounding it like it was pussy and looked like they were about to drool. I whistled, and their attention was quickly on me.

“Satisfactory. You’ve taken good care of my toy, boys,” I said whilst pulling a wad of cash from my wallet. Handing it to their leader, he quickly showed me a toothy grin.

“I could be your driver, boss, if you need one,” he offered.

I grinned back at him before slipping into the driver’s seat. “Finish your college first.”

It didn’t take me long. I was out of the school’s premises before a woman could even zip my fly down.

Plate number 4N19B. With a bumper sticker of 6743-9081-6257. Yellow taxi. Toyota, 2014 model.

Just a glance, but I’d already taken that specific info to heart. I didn’t even know what the stupid bumper sticker was for, but I had memorized it as easily as licking...an ice cream.

Searching for the vehicle, my eyes caught sight of it turning into an alleyway. I speedily stepped on the pedals with the plan to reach it stat.

Luckily, traffic was on my side. I cut in the cab’s path. Its tires screeched when it came to a halt just inches away from my bumper.

I disembarked lightning fast, neared the passenger’s side, and opened the door. A scowl appeared on my face then when I saw who she was.

She was a nobody, but this nobody was partly surprised and partly biting her lip, obviously happy with my interruption. She was a double-D, skintight skirt, with blonde hair. Typical.

“Uhmm,” she purred, tucking a loose strand behind her ear and then leaning toward me to show her cleavage, “Do you have anything you want from m—”

I slammed the door shut right in her useless face.

Tsk! What a waste of time and gas.

“Just where is my kitten now?” I asked myself, returning to my car with a deeper scowl.