Page 8 of Corrupt Prince


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After a day of being kept trapped in the room, the man entered, and I'd immediately pounced.

I was proud of the way I'd scratched up his face and neck with a nail file before his guards dragged me off him. I’d expected retribution but he'd only growled at me to behave.

Behave.

Like some mutt from off the street.

Like I was here voluntarily.

I’d show him a ferocious dog, all right.

Yelling, I’d jumped at him again, catching everyone off guard. It took his guards only seconds to grab me, but then I turned my wrath on them too.

It was only when Mr. Not So Charming called Rose, letting me talk to her only briefly, that I’d forced down all my anger and looked into Mr. Not So Charming's eyes and promised him with all the indignation and rage that I could muster, that I would kill him if he dared hurt her.

A cold smile was my only response, then a demand to give him the code to unlock my phone so he could text my Papa from it, something he’d confiscated as soon as they’d shoved me into this room.

And now, two days later, I was still stuck in this place, as if waiting for a death sentence.

Mr. Not So Charming had promised that if I behaved well, I would see Rose, but I was beginning to think that was a lie too.

I wasn't waiting around any longer. If this house was anything like my own, there would be guards outside my room and scattered along the property. I needed to test their security.

Thinking furiously, I strode back and forth in the room, stopping to stare out the window. There was a large expanse of a green lawn and the edges sparkled blue, as if there was a pool nearby. Though not as beautiful as the view from my own room at home, the sight was alluring, and hid the darkness within these walls.

My eyes scanned the area, sweeping back and forth, trying to figure out the outer edges of the property. Something flickered in the distance and I froze, narrowing my gaze to focus on the colorful dots.

Was there a garden back there? The ache in my chest was suddenly there again, my constant companion.

I pressed my fist to my chest, trying to focus in on the colors, though darkness flickered in my vision, making the aching in my chest swell and surge. I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath.

There isn’t time for this. I have more important things to think about.

Opening my eyes, I braced myself on the edge of my window sill and leaned out. My heart raced at the sight of the bushes below. I was two stories up.

Suddenly making my decision, I swirled back towards my room, racing towards the side drawer by my bed and yanked it open. There were two pads of paper, an expensive looking pen, a halfway empty pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

I grinned. Perfect.

I threw them aside, then went back for the other night stand. After an hour of sweat and cursing, I had a pile of broken furniture and crumbled paper in the middle of the room. Blown up condoms flit around the room like balloons, just for the fun of it.

I raised a tube of lube, squirting it over the pile, then the nail polish and remover came next.

“Whew.” I fanned my face, wrinkling my nose. The smell was strong. Next came the lighter, and I grinned as I stared at the flickering flame proudly.

This was going to be awesome.

It took me several tries to get the sock I’d found to catch fire, but the lighter was one of those cool propane ones and worked long enough to get it going. Just as I was about to toss it onto the heap before me, the door knob rattled and it swung backwards.

A man entered.

And when I say man, I mean a man.

Sexy hot, with scruff around his jawline that I wanted to run my fingers through, and a mop of golden brown hair.

He was wearing a dark Armani suit, with a bright pink tie. It was so unusual that I did a double take. The soft color of it reminded me of the roses that lined the garden path at home, and they brought out his tanned, golden skin. He was laughing and, when he finally turned to face me, I was arrested by the beautiful smile, the easiness to his stride, the way he carried himself with a grace I could only be jealous of.

His face was gorgeous and beautiful and sensual, all at the same time, with a firm jawline and golden eyes that matched his golden skin and hair.

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