18 I trust my Decisions.

"Are you okay?" His deep husky voice sounded.

"Yes, your highness...Prince Elijah."

I blurt out, unsure whether I should call him Prince Elijah or just your highness.

"No worries then." He says

His hold on me remains as I stare into his deep eyes, so deep I could drown in the dark sea. I scan his perfectly sculpted face which held no flaw, he was an ecstasy worth taking.

We both stay in this position for god knows how long.

"Should we go now, Your Highness?"

A sudden voice of the driver interrupts our moment causing me to shuffle back a few spaces and distance myself from him.

I feel his face change at the sudden intruder's voice but just as quickly he returns.

"Yes, let's go." He roughly answers before moving back to his original spot, opposite to me.

Once he's away from me and my heart rate is back to normal, I scan the luxurious Limo's interior.

Each side was compact with red and black puffed up leathered long seats, comfortable enough to sleep in and I assume fit as many as 10 people. Next to each seat were fancy cup holders and black drapes beside each window. On the far end of the limo was a cabinet filled with the most expensive wines. On the side closest to me had a huge TV screen and other unrecognizable devices.

Catching me looking around with interest Prince Elijah spoke.

"Do you like it?" He asked

I replied with a simple "Yes" and continued looking around in amazement.

"I thought this limo hadn't been released," I asked him after a while.

"Yes, that's true. I'm just taking it out for a test drive."

We were once again plunged into silence.

To avoid looking up at his face I peeked out through the drapes into the beautiful city lights.

Soon enough I got bored with the same flicker of lights and again faced the deadly silent ride.

Not being able to handle our awkward atmosphere, I made the first move to resolve it.

"Your Highness?"

"Yes, Miss Hayley?"

"Are you wondering why I'm wearing a hotel maid's uniform?" I ask him, slowly looking up at his reaction.

"No, I believe you must have some reason." He answers with no emotion present whatsoever on his face.

"Oh, right," I reply back.

"I trust my decisions." He then says as if to console me and I give him my smile in return.

Feeling more at ease now since I managed to make a little conversation with him I relax my body. He scooted over towards the TV and grabbed hold of the remote.

"Music?"

"Yes."

I answer and soon a soft melody starts filling our environment.

"Do you like classical music, your highness?"

"I have many other preferences but that's the only genre installed here."

"How about you, Do you like classical music?"

"Yes, when I want to fall asleep."

I reply and then I realize how rude I must have sounded.

I nervously look up at him to see whether he took any offense but instead he gave a chuckle.

"Well, that is very useful. I will remember your words next time I have trouble sleeping." He gives me another laugh again.

He looks even more handsome as he does so, at this very moment even the god of beauty "Adonis" would be jealous of his looks.

I stayed mesmerised at his perfectly curved lips as it moved into yet another smile. How his eyes twinkled and the earlier feeling of being drowned in them turned to something else. Something more beautiful.

His eyes were more like the freedom I never knew or wished for. I could easily have been given wings but I would throw them just so I could gaze into his eyes.

Throughout the rest of the ride home, we stay comfortably quiet in each other's company, with little to no conversation.

In between every minute or so I steal glances up at his heavenly crafted face turning into different expressions.

His hands typing away the keyboard of his expensive laptop at an extraordinary speed and every now and then he checks his phone.

On the tenth glance, our eyes meet and I quickly look away but he doesn't.

"Here, wipe your left cheek."

He hands me his silk, pure white handkerchief with the royal embroidery.

I take it from him with a confused mind.

"Is there something on my cheek?"

"It looks like a lipstick stain."

He simply says and waits for me to wipe it.

"Thank you."

I say without further questioning and wipe my left cheek.

Although I didn't wear any lipstick today I still decided to trust his observation.

I mean it could be from Rebecca when we were walking close.

"That's better." He says satisfied.

I give him a neutral smile at suddenly remembering Robert's advice.

"He is a bit of a clean freak."

Robert wasn't wrong.