193. Our love story

The golden sun rays got into the window and hit perfectly the glass verse that was right on the nightstand. I must've forgotten to close the windows last night.

I smiled and looked around the room hoping to see the portrait of me but I was surprised when it wasn't there. Instead, golden curtains blew gently against the breeze and I thought I was still dreaming.

I grabbed for the bed in darkness and to my surprise, there was someone in it with me. I quickly got over my surprise and instead, clasped my mouth so I wouldn't scream.

Phillipe....

Oh God!

Both his hot hands were wrapped around my waist and his face was on my bosom. Weighing the cons and pros of our actions, I suddenly became dizzy.

What did we do last night?

I was hot and sweaty lying next to him and it suffocated me. I removed the sheet that was covering us only to notice we tiny red droplets. Most of it was dry and turned into a hideous dark colour.

This could not be happening.

From the moment I woke up, to finding Philippe next to me, I'd been convincing myself that, last night nothing happened but seeing the blood was all the proof I needed.

We did it!

I gently took his hands off of me and he groaned. Fortunately, he didn't wake up. He just rolled to the other side and continued sleeping.

I sat up and examined the room. The embroidery on the curtains, the painting, the design. Everything was familiar and my mind was able to remember it this time.

I was in the crown suite!! Philippe's private apartment. This was humiliating.

I came here for a christening a day ago and here I was in someone's bed.

How was I supposed to explain this to the world when it got out? If I couldn't even explain it to myself, how could I tell the world??

Then, I realized I had to make use of my brain. Whatever happened happened. There was no turning back. I had to accept and move on. The only thing that I would do was getting out of here. I crept out of bed slowly and aimed to find my cloths without turning the light on afraid it might wake him up.

I latched onto the edge of the bed and went down on my knees. The pain between my thighs weakened me but I couldn't let it stop me.

I slipped my tiny body into last night's lingerie. Without even thinking twice, I quickly and quietly packed my bags; carrying with me my passport and my shades.

No spare cloths, no spare shoes, no nothing.

I stopped and looked back at the man behind me. His bare chest rose and sank in sequence and I learnt that he was peacefully sleeping. He has his hand behind his head and the other on his abdomen. A loose sheet was covering the rest of him and I blushed knowing exactly what lied beneath.

The memory of last night came flooding into my brain and the smile I had went missing.

I just slept with a man!

The shock, the pain, the terror came at once and I knew I had to make a move.

I opened the door to the crown suite and peeked left and right to make sure no one was looking. Satisfied, I tiptoed out and didn't even bother closing the door.

I raced down the stairs and went outside of the hotel.

"Good morning ma'am...I hope you---" Phillipe's chauffeur greeted me but I immediately cut him.

"Take me to the airport please...ASAP!" I demanded. I appreciated the kind gesture but I had no time to waste.

"The prince hasn't --"

"Oh ...you mean Phillipe...I talked....to him...uh...last night...that...that I'd be leaving early today....."

I lied hoping I was being good at it. He stood there looking at me and I knew I had no time for this.

I looked back one more time and went forth to open the car for myself.

Finding it locked, I shoved him an eye of pain and he immediately unlocked the car and ran to the driver's seat.

"Don't you think you'll have to stop at a lady's shop to get some more appropriate cloths.....??"

I swallowed and looked at myself.

I was in a red lace thing which was pretty much as good as walking naked.

"The airport please..." I repeated and sat up resting my head against the chair.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as a smile formed in my lips. I was confused and unsure of how to emotionally take it in.

"Am sorry to bring this to your attention, Miss....but...your body's.....well....covered...in...uh...", He stammered making me wonder what he was talking about.

I asked him to stop the car and instantly got out to stand in front of the mirrors.

My jaw dropped when I noticed all the hickeys all over me.

I quickly pulled up my lace lingerie to try and cover it up. I was agitated by seeing them because if everybody else noticed them, they'd probably be on the front page of the next Luxembourg headline. And as though by lucky draw, it would all point to Philippe as he was the only young man in the family.

A future king having one night stands???

This was embarrassing. Not for me but for Philippe.

Seeing me like this, everyone would hint on what we did last night and he would become a joke among his people.

Oh No....

"Take me to the nearest lady's shop please...." I demanded as I opened the door and got in.

Being a very good chauffeur, he took me to the nearest shop there was in town. When we got there, he asked me to wait in the car while he fetched my some cloths. While waiting in the car, I decided to call an old friend of mine, Linda. She worked as an air hostess and the route she was taking was the one I was hoping to be on.

She quickly picked up the call and I begged her to book me a flight ticket in the next twenty minutes.

"Are you insane? You're not the president's daughter. I can't do that in a blink....less than twenty minutes?? Please...am I Hermione? Where's Harry then??"

"Shut up okay! Just do it....am on my way to the airport right now....I want to be on the next flight to Buenos."

"Sorry but that's impossible...."

"Oh God No.....I need to leave Luxembourg right now", I whinnied under my breath and thought of plan B.

"Luxembourg? What are you doing here?? As far as I know this kingdom is remote and not your ordinary filming Sites. Who are you seeing??"

"What?? Oh please...no one--just..." I trailed off after a devilish thought grew in my brain. I decided to take advantage of the situation and cracked a deal.

"Just what??"

"Maybe we can crack a deal my dear friend. Book me a flight in the next twenty minutes and I promise, I won't leave out the juicy treats...." I smiled and licked my lips while leaning on the chair in front of me.

"You sneaky girl. Okay deal!! Call me when you get to the airport!!" She hang up and I threw the phone on my bag. I took a deep breath and tried not to think about the previous night.

Despite my efforts, I found everything clear and clear like I was watching some drama.

Chatting with Philippe. Watching movies, pillow fighting, impersonating other people, and many more fun things I never imagined a prince could actually do. I smiled when I remembered the good time we had. I hadn't been so free in years.

Adam leaving left a crater in my life. I lost face in front of the world and turned down every single man who tried a chance with me. It felt so wrong to be with someone else after my first terrible experience. And yet for the first time, it felt good to be with someone else. It felt so right as if I was doing my self an injustice by staying away.

Then, we played truth or dare and it became messy. He kissed me and I kissed him back. With no one wanting to stop, I became so hot and all I could smell was an awfully familiar cologne which made me feel like I'd find a missing piece to a puzzle I'd been trying to fix for a lifetime. I touched his masculine hands and carefully placed then just where I wanted them to be.

He breathed in and out as though it was difficult for him. I totally understood. Who can resist the sight of a beautiful woman on a bed like I was. That's like saying no to barbecue when you could see it right on the grill. Impossible!