When the prince still didn’t answer, she looked up, thinking to ask if something was wrong but instead found herself the recipient of his glare.
Holy. Crap.
What had she done again?
“You actually told him you were engaged.” The last word was uttered with complete contempt.
“B-but it’s true!” The way he was making it seem like she was at fault made Fawn glare at him, and more importantly, it reminded her that she, too, had something to be angry about. “Also, you lied! You promised you weren’t going to seduce me!”
“You were the one touching me, parthena mou,” he pointed out silkily. “So who was seducing whom, do you think?”
Realizing that he got her there, she said hotly, “Well, what about your promise not to kiss me?”
He rolled his eyes. “Grow up. That was in no way a kiss—-” His lip curled. “Or does your fiancé not know how to kiss?” The words had him thinking about the other man tasting Fawn’s lips – lips that he had not yet tasted – and the prince’s jaw hardened as jealousy like he had never known before simmered inside of him.
She said tightly, “You don’t have the right to insult someone like him.” It didn’t feel right at all to hear Grant’s name on his lips—-
Lips that she had touched, she thought sickly, and enjoyed.
The way she seemed so damn hurt for another man’s sake made his fists clench, and the prince gritted out, “I can insult him whenever I want—-”
“No.” Her voice was fierce. “You can’t.”
“It’s my fucking house,” he snapped, “so I want to say I think Grant Bennett’s a fucking asshole—-”
She slapped him.
And then she whitened, never realizing that she could do something like it.
The prince said quietly, “Get out.”
She suddenly wanted to cry and she wasn’t even sure why. She was the one who had slapped him, not the other way around.
Fawn whispered shakily, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
“I said—-” The prince’s cold voice turned viciously sharp. “Get the fuck out.”
Choking back a sob, Fawn whirled around and left.
He watched her run away.
And he let her.
She had made her choice.
So let her fucking live it.
THE PRINCE KNEW HE should have forgotten her by now.
But he hadn’t.
And so in the end, it was inevitable he found himself doing the one thing he had thought he would never do – the one thing he had despised the most in the women who kept throwing themselves at him.
He had become a stalker.
It was a hard thing to swallow, so much so that he had to ask his friend Nathan Callis to accompany him and make sure he didn’t do anything stupid during his debut as a stalker. Nathan, considered as one of the world’s most successful male models, was also one of his closest friends. But more than that, Nathan could be trusted to keep a secret, and he definitely didn’t want their other friends learning about his newfound hobby.
Swinging his seat to face his friend, Nathan asked curiously, “How did you get Derek to give you access to his office without asking what you’re going to do?”
As the son of the university’s founder and chairman, Derek Christopoulos not only had his own office on campus, but access to the CCTV as well. Access that they were now putting to good use, Nathan mused, although the “good” part was admittedly debatable.
“I didn’t.”
Nathan’s brows shot up. “So we’re breaking and entering?”
The prince shook his head. “No. I took the easier way out and told Jaike I needed to do this for a girl I couldn’t stop thinking of.”
“Oh man. You made Jaike think you were in love with her, didn’t you?”
Actually, he hadn’t, but Jaike had been convinced he was.
As they continued to watch Fawn’s movements on the screen, Nathan said pensively, “I never imagined the Prince of Darkness could ever sink to this level.”
“Shut up.”
“The prince, actually stalking—-”
“It’s a different kind of stalking,” he muttered.
Nathan smirked. “There are different kinds of stalking?”
“There’s the creepy-I-plan-to-kill-you-afterwards kind, and that’s not me. I’m more the I-just-want-to-see-what-she’s-up-to kind.”
“Ah, the jealous type.”
“Fuck you—-” He broke off with a frown as it occurred to him that the screen hadn’t shown Fawn moving for almost five minutes now. She was still there, rooted to her spot, back straight and facing one of the classrooms.
“Is it still working?” he asked.
“Yeah, I think so.” Nathan raised a brow. “Why?”
He slowly shook his head. “I think something’s wrong.” He decided to switch cameras, accessing the room that Fawn seemed to be staring at.
Nathan whistled at the sight of the couple fucking inside the empty classroom.
The prince shot to his feet. “I have to go.”
“Gonna stop her from watching live porn?” he asked quizzically.
“It’s not porn,” he said grimly, “when it’s your boyfriend fucking another girl.”
FAWN AWKWARDLY SHOVED her hands into her pockets as she tried to ignore the way people kept staring at her. Either they recognized her as one of the former maids who worked for the Prince of Darkness, or they knew her as Grant Bennett’s girlfriend and were wondering why she was alone.
Either way, it didn’t change the facts, and that was that she was eating alone in the cafeteria. It was practically equivalent to having LOSER written on her forehead, and since she had been doing this for almost half a month, Fawn knew the people looking at her now had mentally upgraded her status to THE BIGGER LOSER.
More weeks of this, and she could win the university’s title for the biggest loser on campus.
Despite having lost her appetite and still feeling people’s pitying gazes trained on her, Fawn forced herself to finish the rest of her meal. She wasn’t exactly swimming in money these days, making her loath throwing away food that she had paid good
