The Prince’s Unwilling Lover(22)

Prince Louis laughed before he replied. “So now you want to know about me but when I enquired about you, you chose not to tell me.”



“Well that is different.”



“Is it?”



Macee sighed. “Fine, what is it that you wish to know?”



The prince turned around and faced her. His gaze instantly made her feel uncomfortable. He studied her from head to toe. Macee looked to the side and started walking. “Did you know I was working on a science degree?” she asked. She had to take control of the situation quickly, as he made her too uncomfortable.



“Is that so?” The prince walked behind her. She bent down to smell the flowers. He found himself staring at her bottom.



“Yes.” Macee sprung back up to her feet. “I love painting, sports and baking,” she added.



“You bake?” He was surprised. She did not seem like the domestic type.



“Yes, why are you surprised?”



“Just that you do not seem like the domestic type.”



“Then what type do I seem?”



“The type of woman who does not indulge in domestic duties.”



Macee frowned at him. She wanted to know what she appeared like in his eyes but he gave nothing away. She stopped and gasped when they came upon some white cabanas at the other end of the garden. She wanted to run up to one and throw herself onto the daybed but she had to restrain herself.



“You like?” he asked her. Macee nodded. He wrapped his arm around her waist and walked with her toward the cabanas. He lay down and patted the mattress for Macee to join him. She took her shoes off and climbed on.



“This has become my favourite place,” Macee said. She could definitely see herself coming out here often.



“I am glad that you like something around here,” the prince said. Macee laughed and for once, it was not a sarcastic laugh.



“Just because I do not like you does not mean I do not like everything else.”



Prince Louis jerked up and supported himself on his elbow. He looked down at Macee. “Seriously, what is it that you dislike about me so much?”



“Well for starters, I barely know you. I had hoped that I would know a great deal about the person I would marry, but there are times I feel like we are from entirely different worlds. Put that aside, you expect me to fall all over you simply because you are the crown prince. I do not work that way.”



“So you have been saying since day one.”



“You're quite pretentious too.”



The prince laughed. “I am a man of looks, intelligence and the future king. Should I not be?”



Macee narrowed her gaze at him. “That is the reason you and I cannot be together. You are too different. I despise vanity in a person.”



“What to do, ma cherie. We are stuck together until death do us part.” His tone was quite sardonic. Macee leaned toward him.



“You can help me with the annulment.”



The prince raised an eyebrow. Was she out of her mind? Why on earth would he do that? However she must have come to realise that the only way for her to get the annulment was if he agreed to it.



“And then what happens next?”



“You can remarry, hopefully this time to a woman who worships the ground you walk on.” Macee rolled her eyes. Such materialistic opportunists annoyed her. Before the prince could reply, one of the maids came with refreshments and placed the tray on a small table next to the cabana. The prince sat up and reached for a drink.



“Why can you not be that for me?” Prince Louis asked Macee. She frowned at him as he laughed. “I was jesting.”



“Who uses the word jesting?” Macee asked and laughed.



“You make fun of my speech,” he did not seem offended.



“Another reason why we do not match. We speak like we are from different times.”



“You focus too much energy on finding reasons as to why we do not match.”



“I am trying to convince you to see my point,” clearly it was not working. He shrugged his shoulders. Macee took the drink from the prince's hand and took a few sips. He raised his eyebrows. “It was too far for me to get my own glass,” she said as she handed it back to him.



“Shall I get you a drink then?”



“No, my thirst has been quenched,” she said with a grin.



Prince Louis laughed as he placed his drink down and lay next to Macee. “You smell nice,” he said to her. Random, Macee thought to herself. Prince Louis found himself looking at her flat stomach. He reached his hand out and started caressing it. Macee's eyes flew open.



“You're touching me,” she said. This time she was able to speak.