I take a step closer and can feel her breath.
Fuck me. I can’t be falling in love with Daphne. Not after just meeting her.
Not when I’m hoping to find Alicia one day.
My face inches closer to her and I can see her eyelids droop as I get closer.
I don’t care if she’s a fucking stripper. All I want is to fucking be with her.
My arm drapes around her and descends to her lower back.
I feel so at peace when I’m with her. She banishes my fucking demons.
Our lips are centimeters apart.
I’m going to kiss her. She reminds me so much of…
“Alicia.”
Daphne opens her eyes and looks at me. Concern, or jealousy, or fear, or what the fuck I don’t know.
All I know is I’m standing there, like an idiot about to kiss fucking Daphne and I’m mumbling Alicia’s fucking name.
Fuck me.
Daphne’s eyes are wide. She’s studying me. I know I’ve fucked up and for once, I don’t have a fucking one-liner or a comeback.
I’m ready to take this – however it comes. Bring the fucking pain.
But I don’t get a chance to. The door opens and Sam and Pressly walk in. They’re carrying two suitcases each.
“Where should we put Miss Daphne’s clothes, Your Highness?” Pressly asks.
I don’t answer at first, but Daphne clears her throat and moves backwards. Our moment is done. It’s gone. Destroyed by yours truly. With his fucking anti-Midas touch.
“I’ll take them,” Daphne says as she leads Sam and Pressly to the first guest room in the hallway.
All I can do is watch her luscious fucking ass sway as she walks away.
I feel like a fucking idiot. Most likely because I am.
12
Alicia
As much as I hate to admit it, Derrick’s place is so much nicer than mine.
I mean, I always knew no matter where he lived was going to be luxurious. But I almost jump for joy when Mike tells me over the phone that he doesn’t want me coming in for a few days but to stay at home. “Besides, it sounds like you’re not far from your target anyways,” Mike says.
Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. After Derrick’ guys brought my suitcases in, I started unpacking in the guest room. I’m going to be staying here for a little bit.
You want to know something? You can’t tell anyone, okay?
Well, here goes.
So, I stayed in the guest room and focused on packing the whole afternoon. Derrick came by a few times but I pretended to be busy. But, the truth is, it was a lot easier to stay in the guest room because I wouldn’t have to face him. I wouldn’t have to face what was going on inside of me.
I mean, can you blame me? How messed up is this situation? Here’s a guy who’s a Prince. He’s an arrogant jerk. An asshole. And I somehow had the misfortune of growing up with him. So I got out of the country and went to college to get on with my life. Only I didn’t do a good job because I ended up dating a guy that cheated on me. Then I broke up with him. But then my apartment got ransacked. So I moved in (temporarily) with the asshole. Only I’m lying to him and pretending to be a stripper. Named Daphne. So I can write about his dirt.