Finding My Prince Charming(55)

“I was having fun.” I sighed, sad that we were leaving already.

“We shouldn’t allow this to become more than it is.” He spoke to me, but I felt like he was really talking to himself.

***

“I thought Paris was the other way?” I frowned as I stared out of the window and looked at the green fields as we drove past them in the back of the Bentley Xavier had conjured up out of thin air.

“We’re going to the airport.”

“Why?”

“We’re flying to Romerius.” He shrugged.

“Oh. I didn’t know. I could have booked the flights.”

“The royal plane will take us.”

“You have your own plane?”

“Doesn’t every royal family?” His eyes were light with mischief. “Try not to be overwhelmed.”

“That’s not going to be easy.”

“Try not to look too eager, either. That will turn my parents off.”

“Look too eager?” I repeated confused.

“Don’t look too impressed,” he said slowly. “Don’t look like you want to go and pawn the silver and the gold.”

“Pawn the silver!” My jaw dropped and my eyes narrowed. “How dare you?”

“I’m not saying you will,” he paused and looked over at me, “but if you do get that idea, try and hide it.”

“You’re such a jerk.” I shook my head. “I couldn’t care less about a couple pieces of silver cutlery.” I shifted my body away from him and frowned. He was such a jerk. He always knew how to get my back up, just as I thought we were getting along.

I took a couple of deep breaths to stop myself from starting an argument and looked out the window. The French countryside was lush and green, and we passed field after field of beautiful flowers. I tried to tell myself that the trip was going to be fine, though a part of me had no idea what I was doing. A part of me was scared that I was making the biggest mistake of my life. If I was honest with myself, I knew that I was falling for Xavier. How could I not? He was handsome, sexy, and he was interested in me. Plain old me. I was a nobody, yet he seemed to have some attraction to me. It felt wrong and it felt crazy, but ultimately it felt amazing. Being with Xavier set my heart on fire. He made me feel like I was a sexy hot woman, and aside from some of his comments, I loved the power that I felt inside of me when I was with him.

***

The sky was a gorgeous hue of orange as we landed in Romerius. I stared out of the window eagerly, wanting to see everything I could of his country as early as I could. From what I could tell, it was pretty small and it was very green.

“What’s the capital of Romerius?” I turned to look at Xavier, who was reading a newspaper.

“Atlantis.” He looked up at me.

“Oh, wow.” I was taken aback by the expression in his green eyes.

“Not that exciting, is it?” His eyes crinkled and he smiled, the serious expression gone.

“No, just unexpected.”

“We’ll likely be put up in the same room,” he started, and I interrupted him.

“That’s terribly progressive of your parents, isn’t it?” I frowned. “I don’t know that many families would allow two non-wed people to share a room.”

“We’re a couple, aren’t we?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, but still ...” I paused as I stared at the front of his paper. I grabbed it from his hands and I could feel my face turning white. “What’s this?” My voice rose as I read an article announcing our engagement. “We’re not engaged.”

“Keep your voice down, Lola.” He frowned at me, his eyes narrowed.

“What’s going on here?” I could feel my heart beating from a million miles away. “Why does the newspaper say we’re engaged?”

“For this week, we are.” He shrugged and reached down to his suitcase.

“But we’re not engaged.” I exclaimed again, unable to get over my shock.

“This week you are mine, Lola.” He reached forward and grabbed my hands. “You will do as I say and please.”

“Are you crazy?” I shook my head. “You can’t make me do anything.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, my dear.” His lips curled up and his face moved closer to mine. “I can do whatever I want. We’re in my country now.”

“What are you going to do?” I whispered against his lips, my throat dry and my heart beating fast.”

“Whatever I want.” His eyes glittered like gems before he kissed me, hard, and I melted against him, running my hands through his hair as he sucked on my tongue. The plane came to a stop, but he continued to kiss me hard and fast. My heart was racing and I was starting to feel giddy inside. A part of me was flying high inside. Maybe he really did like me? Maybe he really was my Prince Charming. I didn’t know what was going to end up happening.