{Scarlett's POV}

"No." Christian said not looking up from his papers and I groaned.

"Christiannnnn." I drew out as I laid on the couch in his office.

"You're not going to the mall, that's final." I watched as he scribbled something—most likely his signature— onto a piece of paper and pushed it to the side starting on another one.

"But-" I stopped talking when a low rumble escaped his chest.

"Don't you growl at me mr." I taunted and he finally looked up at me and gave me a look that was signaling me to shut up.

"Must I remind you what happened last time?" He asked and I scoffed folding my arms.

"No, when ever you get any chance you bring it up anyways. I know. I went to the mall and left my guard and went to a party when we're in a war. Yada yada yada..."

"You act as if it wasn't a big deal, Scarlett."

"I never said it wasn't." He rolled his eyes going back to writing.

"How about you take me? We've never did one thing a couple would do. All you do is sit in here writing papers and barking orders at people."

"Im a king, it's what we do." was his response.

Minutes went by and I found myself sitting upside down on this couch. The blood was rushing to my head so I tried to easily sit up, but—me being me—I embarrassingly toppled to the floor. I sat up quickly pushing the hair out of my face and met the annoyed eyes of Christian and gave him a nervous smile.

"Get your coat." He said standing up.

"Where are we going?" I asked as he approached me and held his hand out helping me up.

"Well, since you're going to sit here and bug me until I let you do something, I might as well let you go out. I only trust you with me though, so this is what you get." He smirked at me and I couldn't care less, I get to do something outside the palace!

"Yay!" I said excitedly like a child and he shook his head amused.

"Well, go on then." he motioned for me to go through the door I was blocking and I grinned.

"Let me change!" I say and was about to walk off when he grabbed my arm.

"What's wrong with what you have on? You look fine."

"Christian, I'm going outside of the palace, sweatpants ain't gonna cut it, I need to look good."

"For who?" He asked lowly.

"Myself, you big oaf." I said and he squinted his eyes at my nick name.

"Ha." I laughed nervously and darted down the hall.

Guys will never understand that sometimes us girls just want to look good to feel good.


"Why do you have so many cars?" I asked as we walked through his huge garage full of them.

"You like clothes, I like cars." He said shrugging.

"Yeah but my shirt cost ten bucks, not one hundred thousand!" He just laughed as we stopped in front of a beautiful black car.

"What even is this?" I asked looking it over and he laughed.

"You don't know cars?" I shook my head.

"Never needed to, I walked everywhere." He looked caught off guard by my comment but cleared his throat.

"It's an Aston Martin One-77." I don't even know what that is, but it sounds expensive and sure looks it.

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