Don’t Insult Me

Princess Vittoria Olympia of the Romana family of Olympus

I had my feet resting on the cushioned wingback chair as I pulled my knees to my chest as I wrapped my arms around my legs. I rested my face against them as I looked out the window as I constantly tried to blink away my tears.

Yesterday I was jumping off a yacht and driving my Lamborghini. Today I was running barefoot in the street without a cent on me as my own family hunted me down. What made everything worse was I was in my greatest enemy's penthouse.

Never had I been through something like this. Never had my phone and all my money been seized from me as if I was some criminal. Yes I had committed multiple atrocities throughout the few years I had been away from home but what had I done to deserve this.

"Tory-"

"Don't talk to me," I seethed.

"Please just let me help you," Campbell kneeled down in front of me then gently placed his hands on the back of my calf.

I slapped his hand away from me then shimmed further back in the chair to get away from him. "You've embarrassed me enough in my life already. Don't you think your pity is making things worse?"

"I'm simply trying to help you," he sighed as he looked down causing his blonde wavy hair to spill down in front of his face.

"And who said I would ever need help from you?"

"Tory-"

"Princess," I glared. "We are not on nickname bases for you to even dare to breathe in the same room as me. You will address me as Princess and nothing else."

"And what about me? Am I not a Prince too for you to treat me with such hostility?"

"I will never waste my breath or my time to even utter your name that is equivalent to the devils to me."

"I have apologised multiple times."

I shook my head, "And do you think your apology will ease the pain you've caused me throughout my life. Don't insult me. If I could I would rename you Judas."

"Just let me tend to your feet Princess then I'll be out of your way." Once again he placed his hand on the back of my calf and I could not help but hiss at how warm they were.

I did not allow myself to waver as I slapped his hand away again, put my feet down then grabbed the first aid kit from him. "I'm not a damsel in distress, I can do things myself and I never gave you consent to touch me so get out."

For once the future King's fighting spirit finally died down as he pursed his lips and nodded. He stood up and grabbed his blazer from the coffee table to put it on, "The maids are in the house so if you need anything you can also ask them. I have to make sure no one saw me with you. I'll be back in a few hours before your father finds out."

I did not even bother to reply to him as he stared at me. Eventually when he realized there was no hope he walked out of the room and gently shut the door behind him. My stomach churned violently once he was gone and I ran to the bathroom to hurl whatever contents I had in my stomach out.

All the alcohol and this morning's coffee exited my body so viciously that I felt tears well in my eyes. I gagged for minutes on end before I was finally able to stand, flush the toilet then weakly walk to the vanity where there was luckily a spare toothbrush for me.

My sugar baby army would be completely appalled if they knew I was in Campbell's one bedroom flipping penthouse! What was the point of having a penthouse only if it had one bedroom? Did he never plan to have guests?

I could not help but frown as I looked at his belongings littered all over the countertop. His shaving razer still had shaving cream on it that even some had spilled on the marble counter top of the vanity.

His toothbrush was thrown messily in its holder and his mouth wash had been toppled over that some of it spilled into the basin. I had not even noticed the way his clothes were scattered on the floor when I had first run in.

I spat out in the basin then rinsed my mouth before I finally got the chance to look at my reflection. I looked like an utter mess with my skin sheen with sweat, my hair was terribly tangled, the skin on my face was red and blotchy plus my eyes were bloodshot.

The large shirt I wore was lopsided and terribly wrinkled. It was only then did I realize how painful my feet were as I shifted weight from foot to foot as I let out multiple cusses directed to my brother for putting me through this.

"My babies," I pouted as I knelt down as I tried to massage my blistered feet, "How am I going to sell pictures of you now?"

I stood up then painfully walked out of the bathroom. I only momentarily used Campbell to get away from my brother but that did not mean I planned to stay. There had to be a way I could contact Tricia.

The maids would probably not let me use a phone because they know who I was, chaos walking, and there was no way Campbell would easily leave a phone laying around.

I did not get a chance to probably look around his bedroom when I entered because I was too distraught with my brother's betrayal to care that the walls were painted in a swamp green. My upper lip twisted as I looked at the peppermint cushions that were spread on the floor then his still unmade very messy bed.

His whole room looked like someone who had gotten a call and was in a hurry to leave.