The Nightmare!!

Irish Pov:

Yesterday, was no less than a nightmare. I was lying on my bed hopelessly, looking at the ceiling. A car was honked outside my window, snapping me back to the reality. I couldn't get any decent sleep, events of yesterday were still fresh. No way to escape or hide. He can locate me, finish my whole existence at once. The bell rang.

I dragged myself to the door and there stood an old man maybe in his eighties, wearing a smug expression, "Miss is your bell not working?" He asked clearly annoyed. He was wearing a white uniform sort of blazers and pants. His hair were grey and he was tapping his foot impatiently.

"Please, come in." I gestured them to get in.

But he politely gestured a no and looked at watch," His Majesty, is already at the magistrate. Please, pack and let's leave!", he gestured to his men to pick my luggage. We collected all my stuffs and we're already on wheels.

The journey to the court was quiet and strange.

I entered the court, there was a room, where Czech was surrounded by officials and he was remarkably caring his pose as a king. He looked at me with a cold expression and immediately looked away, gesturing one of his man, probably. He walked past me without even acknowledging me. I was about to follow him, when someone called out to me.

"Hey! Irish right? I am Peter!" He gestured an handshake with a toothy grin.

"Yes?" I smiled awkwardly.

"Oh! I see how's Czech so found of you!" He looked at my lips as if thinking something and immediately gained his composure.

"You are his acquaintance ..?" I wasn't finished yet, when someone held my hand with such pressure, just a little more and my crushing bones will be heard by everyone. I looked at the intruder. I met Czech's red blood shot eyes, who was already dragging me into the office. I was damn confused, what made him so pissed?

Czech Pov:

I went to the magistrate office, to check all the documents are ready. I don't like delays nor the people who make them. All of them, respected my father there. The respect they gave me, makes my pride boost more. My chauffer entered the court with Irish following him. Her scent filled my nostrils and she was looking like an angel, in her baby pink dress and open silk hair. I closed my eyes and when I opened them, she was staring at me. my expression turned cold, but reading her thoughts made me smirk, so I turned around, gesturing one of my man, to start the process. I walked past her, to the office, thinking she would follow. But, when I turned around, she was chatting with the Cheif's son. I was pissed, I can read both their thoughts.

That's when, Peter looked at her lips and," They're so juicy, wish she was lying under me!" I was seeing red at that moment.

I held her fragile hand and started dragging her to the office, I can hear her thoughts of confusion.

"Are you really virgin, or messing up with me, Huh?" I accused her.

"What do you mean?" She was shocked.

"Do you know him?" I raised my brow.

"He, he knew my name, so I thought..." I didn't let her finish.

"So you decided to stand their, showing your exposed neck and ugly body to that guy?" I spat.

Her eyes filled with tears, afraid to fall anytime soon. I pulled her by her waist and kissed her like an animal, biting her lips red. She looked away from me, I bent over to her height holding her face, "If something's mine, that's mine only!" I stated loudly and gestured my man to kill Peter and looked at her thinking, let's play the roles sincerely.