Royal Christmas Onesie

Chapter 1

Have you ever done something in your life that made you question each and every action in a single day? I did that, I don't know what I was thinking.  Actually no, I wasn't thinking at all. 

Few Hours Earlier

"Lets get LIT bitches!" 

I looked over to my overly enthusiastic excited friend/co-worker and sighed at her squealing and out of rhythm dancing, I sighed again but this time not because of her but because of my own mood knowing I should in fact be celebrating along with her but instead I was slumped down in a glumness. oh Izzie, I guess you could celebrate a little regardless of the  consequences....

"Izzie?!! EXCUSE ME! Do you hear me?" Mer screams waving hands front of my face to which I give a small smile and nod. I do hear you Mer, everyone around us hears you considering the pitch of your voice. From my peripheral vision I see Jonah coming into view, his face plastering the same excitement and smile as Mer, well, shit. Jonah and Mer did a little dance as I cringed at their hurriedly executed twerks and hoots. I mean I really did not get a right to judge their excitement because I was the sour one. Just as I thought that, Mer and Jonah plopped themselves down beside me and entangled their arms with mine. Still being inside our baking academy and in the cafeteria, other people who walked by looked over with weird glances but I honestly couldn't care because I had greater things to worry about and me, Mer and Jonah were always together doing crazy shit anyway.

"Iz, honey, what's wrong?" Jonah looks at me, bringing my face towards his and I look into his caramel eyes and lazily raise my eyebrows.

"What always happens." I say sourly and Jonah rubs my back, "You know you can always remember that it doesn't have to affect you and you have the free will to live your life the way you want to." 

I nod registering his words as Mer squeezes my hand in hers, calming my body. "Come on Izzie, you're our badass bitch, you can do anything you wish to and you can't waste your life making others understand why you want to do it."  Mer looks into my eyes and I gaze at her soft loving wrinkles around her blue eyes and her crazy pink and blond curls which make me smile. I take a deep breath and exhale all the sadness out removing every thought that was related to my parents and my new project. Today, was the time for celebration because we had just gotten one of the most prestigious events of the century even if we were only junior chefs.

"No time for frowns baby, its time to enter the freaking royal palace and attend the freaking royal wedding of the freaking royals. I can't believe I can fantasise of being a royal when I get to live in the palace." Jonah exclaims extremely flabbergasted and I laugh. Its hard to believe that the royals chose The Fern responsible for the wedding of Prince Daien. The Fern was considered the best bakery and baking academy in the whole world and was run by Marion Fern who wasnt really fond of me after I was stupidly clumsy in her first ever class. Us being Junior chefs were just helpers to the senior chefs for the royal wedding baked goods including the 15 tier cake for the wedding, I was already drooling at the fact that my hand would be involved in making the royal wedding cake and that got me extremely excited.

"We need to celebrate" Mer comments winking at the both of us. "Hell yes, we do!" I reply and soon enough, there we were, entering the blazing loud nightclub after becoming our sexiest selves.

At the nightclub, I prefer more drinking and less dancing but Mer and Jonah preferred the opposite, so I sat at the bar sipping my cocktail as I watched my two best friends laughing and dancing their hearts out. Oh how would I ever have survived without those two gorgeous fools?! We had been together since the very start, back when we met 2 years ago, it was an instant connection. I giggled as I saw Mer cozy up to a pretty blonde guy and both being absolutely drunk could not dance straight. I averted my eyes to my glass and took a deep breath thinking how long it had been since I had someone touching me and romancing me. Probably a year, My mind responded and I scoffed at how even my mind didn't waste time reminding me I needed some action.

"You planning to get loose tonight darling?" Jonah landed next to me and I shrugged my shoulders finishing my drink. "When was the last time you let it out and just freed yourself?" Jonahs caramel eyes bore into mine as he spoke in my ear over the loud music. I thought about it for a moment and that's when I realised I was too drunk to make sense of it so I laughed and Jonah hugged me, that was a trap I should've known cause he dragged me to the dance floor.

cheater, my eyes spoke to him and he twirled me around, "Come on Izzie show me those sexy moves you got." I laughed at his words, enjoying my new high and asked him to go find him a man for himself instead of asking me to show my sexy moves to which he said I should do the same. What could I have told him? That I honestly had no hope of finding someone in this packed nightclub who would take me in his arms, sweep me off my feet and kiss me all night till the sun rose. It had been more than a year now since I had my last one night stand. I doubt  I could still flirt at this point.

Loosing myself in the music and sweaty bodies surrounding me, a pair of lips brushed past my ear giving me instant goosebumps and I twirled back to see who it was, bumping into the chest of someone which was not very soft. "hi?" I say, absolutely drunk not able to find the eyes of the chest. That was so weird, was I talking to a headless man?

"Up here, beautiful."  A deep breathy voice startled and I looked up only for my breath to get stuck in my throat. Maybe my breath was better off there because holy shit.

My eyes were probably so wide along with my mouth  that I swear someone could claim me as a statue more than human, but you can't blame me for it. It was like a greek god especially came down from the heavens for me and I can't ignore that precious gesture. My eyes ogling from his raven hair which was tousled and a few strands dropping to his forehead, to his small dark blue eyes which held a lazy sultry gaze, to his chiseled jaw and parted lips. I shivered as I remembered the sensation of someones lips brushing my earlobe.

"Was it yours?" I take a step closer to him and look into his eyes, alcohol giving me all the courage I need.

"Mine what?" He responded coming closer until our bodies were almost touching. 

"Your lips." I stood on my tip toes to reach his ears and my red lips whisper it slowly in his ear. I saw him visibly swallow and I closed my eyes taking his in cologne because it was delicious. "On me?" The last two words came out so breathy because his body proximity was achingly addictive. His hands locked on my waist and he finally closed the distance between our bodies, our faces centimetres apart. I would be not standing if it weren't for his long sturdy hands holding me.

"Do you want it to be?" He asked, his voice low and husky, doing all sorts of things in my belly. I felt his lips grazing my jaw like a feather brush, bringing his head front of mine, staring at his eyes, "Yes" I say and he smiles a drunk lopsided grin, fully clashing his body with mine. Adrenaline, excitement, lust, attraction and anticipation coursed through my veins at the thought of going home with a sexy stranger  and it feels like that's all I could think about tonight.