Dancing with The Third Prince

Valerie

Maybe tagging with The Third Prince wasn't a good thing after all, for he had taken it as a medium to flirt with me in front of the reporters.

"What are you doing?" I gritted my teeth as I felt his hand wrap around my waist. 

"Act natural." He whispered to me, and I almost brought down my heel on his flashy expensive-looking black shoe. "Remember my father is just right behind that door," his cold domineering voice sends a chill down my spine. 

"Third Prince, our intel found out that Miss Valerie spent the night at your palace after attending a late dinner you organized just to welcome her to Vidin, is that true?" Yesterday's traumatic event was woven into another thing by a reporter beside me. I stared dumbstruck at her before I felt The Third Prince shove me toward him.