Royally Kidnapped by the Prince novel Chapter 24

KENNEDY

I thought I went a little bit too far.

Watching his reaction and the way how I treated him last night came back taunting me. What was I thinking? Of course, I wasn’t thinking at all. I was mad, and I let that emotion dominate me.

The Princess didn’t seem to care, though. If I was right with her reaction, she was having fun seeing the discomfort on her son’s face. 

Was I still mad? Damn right, I was. After what he did to me, even if he would give me a thousand orgasms, it would not suffice.

Satisfaction swelled in my chest as I walked away. I was not close to done. I just even barely started. 

If he thought his sorry would mean anything to me? He was mistaken. I just left my life—he took my life away from me, my friends, my family, and I didn’t even manage to say goodbye. 

“Madam?” The door creaked. It was Arina. Thank God, after I left that night, she still had her job.

“I’m not hungry.”

“You have a visitor.”

I forced myself to sit on the edge of the bed before I stood up. Honestly, this was the first time I felt getting tired of lying in bed. “Who is it?”

“Me!” 

Hmp! Air escaped my lungs as someone just launched into me, squeezing me into a tight hug. I remembered Arina say she would leave us alone.

“I’ve been dying to meet you.” She was beaming. Crinkles formed at the corner of her eyes—those eyes—seemed familiar.

“Who are you?” My brows knitted together.

“Ouch.” She pursed her lips. Those eyes—these one were hazel with flecks of gold. Oh, crap.

“Oh, my God. Your Highness.” I curtsied. 

She laughed out loud. “Silly. You don’t do that, and no need to address me. After all, you’re gonna be my sister.”

“What?” My eyes nearly popped out of its socket.

She hit me playfully. “Oh, come on. I felt those raging sexual tensions and chemistry while you two were dancing.” She held my hands as we sat back on my bed. “So, ready?”

“For what?” I was starstruck every time I met royals. I still found it hard to wrap around my head that I met and shared a meal with royalties. 

The door swung opened again, then two men in suits put down a couple of paper bags. “What are those?”

“We’re going out,” she announced gleefully.

“Princess Carlott, I can’t.”

“Just Carlott, and I don’t accept no for an answer. My brother dragged you miles away from home. It’s only fair if you will go out and have fun.” She pulled out what was in the bags one by one and threw them to the bed. “My brother sometimes is difficult, but he does have a huge heart. Right now, he’s busy with children with special needs.” 

“I just don’t feel going out tonight,” I made another excuse.

“Don’t worry, Kennedy. My brother won’t know.” I was not entirely convinced. Thayer had men in every corner, guarding of this manor. “I know the feeling of being a little rebellious. Now pick up something to wear.” Now, she shocked me. A rebellious princess? Well, that's new.

“You looked surprised.”

I blinked. “Yeah. Kinda.”

“Well, I still have my own official engagements and charities, but unlike my brother, the ever hard-working royal member, I do my it way. My boyfriend is also American.”

“Oh? What do your parents say about you dating a commoner?”

She laughed out loud. “Now, you sounded just like Kadynce, but with a little sarcasm, not a disgust.”

I swallowed hard. 

“Uh-huh. Now I get it.” She sat back beside me. “What happened at the party?”

I looked up. It hurt a lot, and I expected to hear and read hurtful words, judgments, and criticisms if I continued doing this with Thayer.

“Kennedy? Oh, boy. I noticed this when I mentioned her name. Did she confront you?”

My gaze snapped to hers. “Who?”

“Kadynce? She’s arranged to be engaged with Thay.” Oh, God. I didn’t think I would be ready to hear about this.

“Then why am I still doing here?” My eyes blurred with tears. I felt stupid.

“Because it’s not gonna happen.” 

“Oh.” My chest filled with hope. There you go again—the oh word.

“That’s the only reaction I want to see.” She smiled from ear to ear. “Now, get dressed. Arina?” 

Arina barged in. 

“Tell them to come in.”

“Who?”

“The guys to make us look pretty.”