Now that was too sudden, she froze unable to move. She liked the sound of it from his lips. She actually really felt like the princess she truly was when he called her that with his deep majestic voice.
She gulped unable to say a word as she watched him walked to her. "I know you don't trust me. I want you to trust me and I am willing to wait for as long as you want to take to confirm that I am worthy of your trust."
She gulped once again, why does lumps keep forming in her throat?
"I think it is best we talk right now," he told her calmly when she remained speechless.
His voice actually felt like magic making her move her body without room for hesitation as she sat immediately yielding to his command.
She felt the magic in his voice as well as the power that could not hide behind the mask of the gentle appearance he was willing to wear in her presence. She got scared of all that and also strangely excited by the effect he had on her..
She shook her head slightly as she gave herself a mental pinch on her arm to snap back to reality. If he called her by her title, he should know the respect she deserves to get from him. He had absolutely no right to order her around like a robot.
"No," she mumbled softly. "I don't want to associate with someone who I am very unsure of his motive," she said him trying hard to keep her voice from sounding shaky and looking away from his grey eyes.
"I want you to get the throne back," he told her his motive without hesitating as he returned to the sofa he stood up from and sat comfortably.
Rose watched him cross his legs and leaned back against the back rest of the chair while she felt both nervous and scared. She wished the role will be reversed but that was obviously almost impossible right now. After all he was at home.
"Why?" she asked keeping her back straight and maintaining eye contact with him.
"You are the princess," he replied looking even more calm in a way that further pissed her off.
"I am fine. If I am the princess or not, that is for me to worry about. Why then do you concern yourself with my private life?" she asked hoping to sound as majestic and cold in his ears as she felt she sounded in hers.
"I have to," he informed her.
"What gives you the right to?" Now she was really getting angry she could not control it anymore. Why does he have to look so relaxed when she was almost dying where she sat thinking of the right thing to say next.
"I waited more than a lifetime to do this," he replied. "I waited so long to have you sit on your throne."
"What do you want in return? Shouldn't you want the kingdom to be stable? I guess your business means a lot to you," she said chosing to reference only the comprehensive part of all he just said.
"Definitely and that is why I want you on the throne. There are too many things people are too busy to notice what happens among the royals that should stop."
"Then they literally don't exist if no one takes note of them."
"Like you? What do you think will happen if a fashion designer with a promising future ahead of her was suddenly found dead?"
He remembered how hurt she looked when he found her that day, the day she died. No one, not a single soul except him cared truly for her. Another insignificant life was lost.
"What?" she asked to ask since what he said sounded like a threat she did not like. A girl with a scar disfiguring half of her face was found dead in a warehouse.
"They are all watching you. They are waiting for the right time to attack but I have always kept them off. Some of them know your true identity. Don't think you are hidden enough."
The rate of her heart beat accelerated making her feel suffocated. She knew it from the moment she decided to come out to the world as a designer that they will suspect her identity but she never thought it will be this soon.
"I have always protected you but I don't want to protect you anymore. I won't be here for too long, I can't guarantee your safety if you are not on the throne," he narrated.
All he said to her made her way more confused and she could not understand why he had been protecting her all long or if it was true that he was protecting her.
"I am grateful but I have to go home or they will get worried." She stood up once again picking her purse.
"Next time I invite you over, don't bring the pepper spray. I designed it and it will be really efficient but I am not the enemy, your step mother is but I won't do anything to them without your permission, it's your vengeance after all." He stood up and she frowned stepping back.
She really wished this very handsome and sexy man would stop talking in circles and in a manner that made her feel bare in an almost creepy manner.
She really considered hugging his big thigh for help but from what she witnessed, it was not going to happen at all.
Not with the way he acted so familiar with her as though they knew themselves in forever and she did not find it comfortable at all or she chose to believe that was the reason why she could not open her heart to his help.
"Should I give you a ride?" he asked when she got to the door.
"No, I drove here with my car," she answered sharply seeking escape from his home and from him as they keep giving her a feeling of desire to remain.
She glanced back at the chandelier then at him, his beautiful eyes told her he was sad but she had no time to consider that as she wanted to leave or she might remain longer than she thought it right for her to.
When she sat in her car after putting on her seatbelt, she exhaled. What feeling could be more confusing and apprehensive as the desire she felt to return to him, to his home for a night or nights without nightmares.
She shook that thought off furiously, she could not trust him. She glanced at the pepper spray and exhaled again. Did he really design it or was he lying?
There was a lot of things she needed answers to but she got nothing after eating dinner with him. He must have been really lonely to call her out for dinner.
She decided to seek advice. She grabbed her phone as soon as she got home and asked an anonymous question on the internet. 'What does it mean for a man to take you home when you got drunk and he did nothing to you?'
Most of them had almost the same answer for her which was either he liked her too much to not want to hurt her or she was not attractive at enough to get his attention.
She threw in another question, 'what does it mean for a guy to prepare breakfast and dinner for you?'
Most of them wondered why she was so clueless enough to ask and said definitely the guy had feelings for her.
Did he have that type of feeling towards her because he knew her real identity? She frowned and dropped her phone, she had school to attend tomorrow she needed to sleep.
***
"Boss, I think you are scaring her," Charlie said on the other end of the video call he was making with his boss to update him on things going on in Star city and he had to tell his boss that when his boss told him he invited Rose for dinner.
"I did not force her to come. She wanted answers," Liam surprised Charlie by answering him.
Charlie was shocked by the given opportunity but he also wanted to do his best. "Boss, I know a really great method to make her come to you herself."
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