I'm Falling for a Royal Prince {OG BOOK 1}

Chapter 27: Sensual Hostility

Chapter 27: Sensual Hostility

Shadé

A breathy sigh escaped my lips for the sixth time that evening.

I had spent majority of my day reminiscing about my family. Where my parents were, how Ezra was doing, and whether or not they were thinking the same for me. Hours had passed with just me staring at our only family photo of us back in New York. It wasn't a professional photo; just us four sitting on my grandmother's sofa. The only real smile that I could detect in the photo was my own.

I wiped away the lone tear that defiantly trailed down my cheek. I wanted to see my family again. I wanted nothing more than to hold them in my embrace and put aside this feeling of abandonment.

I had suddenly felt this strong urge to see Vincent. I told myself and Frank that this thing between me and Vincent would end, but this feeling of loneliness was becoming too overwhelming. I had gotten so used to him that letting him go was too much for me to handle. I enjoyed his company and even considered him, in a weird way, a friend.

My mind quickly found itself back to where I had been yesterday... with Vincent. I could remember his warm breath gently fan against my neck. And how his hand nearly made itself between my thighs. It took so damn much for me to grab him and stop his advances. I regretted my actions so much so that I almost wished he would have just continued, but I knew Vincent was not like that. He would not have taken that chance.

My thoughts were abruptly cut off by a panicked knock at my bedroom door. I quickly gathered my photo and stuffed it in a thin box beneath my mattress.

"Who is it," I asked as normal as I could. My eyes were still red and puffy from crying.

"It-its Di-Diani."

My body momentarily froze at her stuttering voice. I swiftly unlocked my door to see Diani, her eyes bloodshot red with dry tears staining her cheeks. I blinked as she unexpectedly hugged me.

"Diani," I murmured as she cried on my shoulder. "What happened," I couldn't help but ask.

I pulled her into my room and closed the door, allowing her to cry on me a little longer. I rubbed her back in sympathy, feeling horrible that she was crying in this way.

"Diani, are you ready to tell me what happened," I asked once her cries began to lighten.

"Gina's firing me," she blurted out as she flailed her arms weakly in the air.

I frowned. "What? W-why," I inquired, blinking in astonishment.

"Apparently... I almost killed the Prince. He was burned 'horribly', as Gina had described it and now I am labeled as a hazard to the royal family and can no longer work here. If that's not a load of crap," Diani spat, evidently she was drunk and upset, but the pain in her voice was raw. "It wasn't my fault, honestly. The prince pulled the steamer on himself, not the other way around. They all saw, Fola! They all saw," she began to cry again.

I pulled her into a hug, allowing her once more to let go of this pent up sadness.

At that moment, the only thing I felt within me was anger. Anger at Vincent for using this girl and anger at myself for being a cause to her termination. He jeopardized her job just to see me. Of all the reasons he had, I hate that it had to result in someone losing their job.

"Diani, breathe, honey. Everything will be okay," I tried to console her. She didn't deserve this. She didn't deserve to lose her job because of the selfless act of a 'prince'.

After a long while of me holding Diani, she finally pulled away. Her tears were gone but her sniffles continued.

"Diani, I'm not going to let Gina fire you. It isn't your fault," I assured her.