2: Double Trouble

Anicka:

I was biting my nails when I glanced at my bedroom door; I caught some footsteps outside. The maid is probably preparing the house for the visitor of the year, which I overheard, is a royal prince from the country that colonized us from thousand years ago.

Now, they want to show the world that both Spain and the Philippines are now besties. But the thing that I can't concede is that my shitty brother won't let me out! The house is too enormous for my liking, and I'll be bored in no time! I should already be in the training center or with my friends, beginning to party at exactly six pm in the late afternoon.

"Let me out! I'm not grounded, you piece of shit!" I screeched from the top of my lungs and started hitting the door, which, surprisingly, my efforts worked! the head of my security opened my exit wider this time

"His highness is already here, young lady. Your brother told me to order you to welcome him here," Rina advised, as much as I desired to roll my eyes at her. I composed myself and smiled as I walked ahead of her.

"Sure. I'd be honored to welcome---that son of a bitch" that's my signal to run for my life, and when I look back, her face says it all. She immediately communicated to her walkie-talkie-making. I doubled my speed, and she duplicated her horses. I didn't even know how I managed to run down from the majestic stairs.

I was too preoccupied about my distance from the people running after me, super too late to collect my thoughts, and now I almost risk my life, including this guy who grunted when I moved my butt away from his damn crotch!

"You pervert!" I smacked his shoulders and went outside, trying to preserve my composure, but I started to get dizzy. He also followed me out, covering his forehead with his palm. That's why I suddenly got bothered.

I don't even know him! What if something terrible happens to him? It's my car that we used at a crime scene! I marched near him and for the love of god! Why didn't I saw his delicate face sooner?! Even his black shirt embraced his olympian god body! I don't even need to tear his shirt off to know.

My eyes are an x-ray machine when it comes to these things.

"I'm fucking bleeding!" he suddenly shouted from horror when he withdrew his hand from the wound on the side of his forehead.

"Shit! I'm sorry!" I looked for my handkerchief in my jacket pocket, and I immediately pressed it in his bleeding cut. Now I can see him much nearer. His pinkish pouty lips twitched when I pressed it more firmly to prevent the bleeding.

The weather's hot as of now. I'm sure it is one of the reasons why I'm fucking sweating. Not by just staring at this man's goddamn lips.

"I'm sorry. Please don't put me in jail" I use my heartfelt tone, hoping he'll fall for it because I mean it. He just stared at me, staying soundless, and I couldn't seem to carry that intense gaze that he was giving. That's why I drop my eyes to our shoes on the ground.

"I-I panicked! It's those stupid guards' fault! I promise not to drag you again into trouble. Just please let me out on this one?" I met his hooded eyes when I started the last paragraph. He didn't mutter, 'ok fine.' I can't even decipher his expression!

A loud beep forced us out in our reverie. Now we're both focused on the four BMWs coming from where we are holding. Habitually, I bit my lip when I saw Helldon coming out from one of the cars. And I can say he's not very please about the smoke coming out from my Porsche. When he added a gasp by seeing the stranger, I'm with, with blood gushing out in the side of the face. Now, I can tell he is close to killing me.

Probably, the only thing that's stopping him is that we somewhat share the same DNA.

"Your highness!" A man ran towards us, and the words he addressed to the person I'm currently administering a first aid kit on, stop my mind from working

"Your highness?!" I shouted from shocked to the point that everyone's gaze descended on me. I look back to him, and even at this point. There's still no emotion lingering in his handsome face!

"Y-yo-your t-t-the p-prince?" I stuttered, slowly taking a step back away from him. The man in his suit, maybe his butler, nods his head as a sign that I'm in deep shit!

He will arrange a lawsuit against me! My future will be ruined! I won't have a boyfriend, and he will drag my family's name in the mud! By thinking about the consequences of my actions today. Including how I regretted taking a step outside my room. I'm already on the verge of crying. My hands ruffled to my hair because I was fucked!

"Anicka.." I heard my brother calling me, and I just ran towards him. Clutching him tightly. Probably ugly crying in his chest! I don't want to get prosecuted at the age of 25! I still have a lot of plans for myself!

"Kuya! I'm sorry! It was an accident!" I couldn't regulate my emotions anymore as I sobbed in his arms. Not wanting to let go of him. No! If they have to haul me to the station, they need to carry him with me!

"I'm so sorry... I didn't mean any of it. Please tell them not to file a case against me! please!' I wailed, but I only heard him sighing

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"No, Mom! Don't go!" I heard those screams reverberating in the dimly lighted road. I rushed towards her. She looked back and gave me a reassuring smile, causing me to cry harder.

"They're here!" loud voices of guards hastened towards us, ultimately hindering me from running after her.

I wailed at their grip. I screamed her name over and over again. Even my brother's cries join with mine. It was the last time I saw her smile.

She never came back in the morning.

It's been an hour since I locked myself in my room, and I woke up again because of a nightmare—the constant one. I didn't want to go down because my Dad knew what I just did to his visitor. I'm a lump of dead meat! Helldon didn't speak to me the whole ride, and I just tried to calm myself down by watching the trees fade in my eyes.

I fell asleep eventually and got stirred up when my phone rang. Looking at the caller, it was Dianne, for sure. She's going to ask why the fuck I'm MIA at her cousin's party tonight. I drag myself out of my bed and lurk into the kitchen. I was opening the refrigerator door inaudibly as I drew out the box of milk along with some leftover cake. There was a loud thud as soon as I gulped down the whole glass. I stared at the messy icing on my plate and some crumbs sprawling on the counter, but my eyes suddenly dimmed their view when the light beamed at the kitchen. Eventually, someone turned it off because I heard the clicking of the switch.

" Do you usually sneak in the middle of the night? Because guest like me could have head smack you already with a baseball bat considering that you look like a thief right now," the familiar voice ransacked my system, making me gulp my saliva with the strong aftertaste of milk in it. The very troublesome arrogant Prince of Spain is right here in front of me, only in his robe. Good thing he tied it up super tight.

I met his gaze, and I just felt like he seized all the air I could breathe by being in the same room with him. Holy fuck! he can pass the vampire ticket right now with his handsomeness radiating in this dark area of the room. His metallic eyes can acquire any soul out there, especially the ladies. For sure, the body is well packed, and don't get me started about the thing that I sited on this morning.

"What the hell is wrong with you? " he snaps his fingers right at me. Now, I feel suffocated being near him. I instantly took a step back that made him lifted his eyebrow at me and was about to leave when he clutched my arm to keep me in my place.

I gasped because of his touch, but I think he didn't mind my shocks. Instead, he drags me much more to him. I quivered, and I saw the smirk that made him much more gorgeous than ever. 'definitely not to this man Anicka,' my subconscious muttered. That's why I tried to free myself from him, but he only held me tighter.

"Tell me, Ms. Anicka have we met before?" he asked, and my eyebrows furrowed.

"what the hell are you saying? I don't even know that you were the Prince when you got here," I answered back, but he only continued to examine me, and that made me conscious. I just got out of bed, and my hair is in haywire. I look like a mess.

"You sure we didn't flirt or fucked each other before? Because the way you look at me seems to tell a story of how I dumped you several years ago," he affirmed, and that made me explode. I pushed him much harder this time that I got an escape.

This man is unbelievable! " Sorry to burst your bubble, your highness, but this woman has standards! And it just doesn't fit to fuck boys like you! So get over yourself and don't talk to me ever again!" I am mad. Super mad that I could kick him in the face right now but looking at his stitches. I concluded to myself that it was not yet the right time to kill him.

I was about to leave when he suddenly pinned me on the counter—thoroughly kissing me already out of my wits. His lips are so soft, I can feel that he ignited some fire inside me as he's giving it to me gently, trying to make an entrance, and when he nibbled my lower lip, I wave my white flag. He nudged me much closer to him, and I rested my fingers to ruin his soft hair.

He deepened it, and I gave back the same intensity. How our tounges fought for dominance inside my mouth made the both of us grunt with pleasure. The flow of his kiss hypnotized me. His hands dance on my waist, and both of my thighs parted, circling in his torso, stating how I fell for his charm tonight.

His damn charm can get any woman he likes. I pushed him away much harder than I thought I could do and when I heard the impact of my palms with his cheek...

It was too late to back down for my death bed because I just slapped a Prince. I'm narrow-minded right now. All I cared about was to let out my irritation to him!

"How dare you to kiss me!" I hissed, but amusement was the only thing that I could read in his eyes.

"We both know you love it," I heard him saying that as I was running towards upstairs, shutting myself again in my room.