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“You called me Princess,” I say softly.
He chuckles, making the bed shake. “Yeah, you look so regal.”
“That’s because my dad’s a King.”
His chuckle continues until it stops, and he looks down at me. “You’re serious?”
I nod. “My dad’s the king of Delcia,” I tell him with a shaky smile.
“Making you the princess?”
I nod. “Yeah, I’m a princess.”
His hands lift off me, and he rolls out of the bed, grabs his pants and pulls them up. “You’re serious?”
I lick my lip, my stomach dropping. “Yes,” I whisper.
I’m scared. So damn scared of how he’s going to react. Right now, it’s not looking good.
ChapterSix
Jacob
Istare at her in confusion. What the fuck? How the hell did I not know this shit. Her being a fucking Princess is a big ass deal. It’s a huge deal. She’s fucking royalty.
If someone discovers what has happened between us and it’s leaked, it could lead to a huge fucking shit show.
I scrub a hand down my face, trying to bite back the anger.
“Do you understand just how fucked up it is that you kept this from me?” I practically growl. I’m beyond frustrated.
She reaches for the sheet beneath her and pulls it over her body. “I…I…I…” she stutters.
“You what? Thought it would be a good idea to screw with my life. Did you wake up one morning and go, you know what I’ll do? I’ll fuck with Jacob, screw his life up so much that he could lose everything?” My chest is heaving with how angry I am. God, all she had to do was tell me from the get go. Let me know exactly who she was, give me the full story. Had I known, it would have made a huge difference.
She climbs off the bed, the sheets clutched around her body. “What?” she hisses at me, her eyes filled with tears. “Do you know what people do when they find out who I am? I don’t tell people, Jacob. Ever. But I trusted you. I opened up and gave you all of me, and for what? You to act just like every other asshole out there?” She shakes her head. “Screw you, asshole. Screw fucking you.”
She moves around the bed in search of her clothes. “God, you’re an asshole, Jacob. People use me to get things. They think that my family’s status means that they can get money or power, and it’s not happening. It’s happened since I was a kid, anyone I’d meet would want to get to know me in order to get to my family.”
Christ. I scrub my hand through my hair. “You should have told me,” I growl. “Christ. Anastasia, you should have told me.”
She pulls on her dress. “I don’t have to tell you anything,” she cries. “My life is my life. What we had was sex, and that was it.”
That fucking pisses me the hell off. “It was more than sex,” I growl. “It was more than fucking sex.”
She shakes her head, she’s fully dressed now and spitting mad. “It was until you decided on making it a big thing about who my parents are. We can’t help who our parents are. But fuck you for making me feel as though my heritage is a bad thing. No, we're done.”
She turns on her heel and storms out of my bedroom. I stare at the doorway and wonder how the fuck did everything go wrong? How did it end up like this? One minute, we’re fine, and the next, she’s storming out of the house, and I’m left wondering how I fucked this up so badly.
* * *
It’s been fifteen days. Fifteen fucking days since I screwed up and watched the woman that I have fallen in love with walk out the door without a backward glance. I’ve drunk myself into a stupor every night. I’m kicking myself for doing this. I messed up. So fucking bad, and now I’ve lost her. I’ve lost the woman that I love.
I’ve seen her around campus. I’ve watched her act as though nothing happened. She walks past me as though I don’t exist to her, that I’m not anything more than her professor.
Never have I felt so fucking low as I do now. I didn’t think that I’d ever find someone who meant the world to me, and I lost her before I could tell her. Now I’m stuck in limbo. I have no idea what the hell I should do next.
I love her. That’s for sure. I need to figure out where to go from here. I want her back. Yesterday was the last of her finals, and I need to find her before she leaves for the summer. I have very little time to get to her before I lose her.
