Royally Kidnapped by the Prince novel Chapter 56

THAYER

Those furious, disgust, and hurt brewed in her beautiful blue eyes. 

Even if how many times I tried to blink it off or push it out of my head, they wouldn’t dissolve. 

There was no denying her feelings for me were still there, our connections were still powerful, but she was mad. What have I done? How could I let that happen?

“So, no Cruise wedding then?” Ash asked.

“Impossible.” I sipped the most potent liquor this bar could offer. Nothing could compare to the burning sensation as I swallowed down the words Kennedy had thrown at me.

My parents and sister had flown to Dubai. They would be staying there for a while. 

“Are we spending New Year here?” Lud asked.

“What’s bad about it?”

“I wanna spend with Carlott,” he said bluntly.

“Then go.”

“She would understand. You still have two days to grovel.” He patted my shoulder. “Good luck. You need a lot of it.”

"Thanks."

“For what it’s worth, you did everything you could. And her parents are enjoying their stay. So consider this a win.” He slid from the stool, taking his drinks with him.

“Where’s Kennedy?” Ash asked.

“Sleeping.”

“She still doesn’t know her friends are here?”

I shook my head. “No.” I grabbed my drinks. “I’ll just be on the deck. I need some air.”

Ash nodded. 

I was crushed in disappointment added to my broken heart. I gulped the remaining amber liquid, letting it burn in my throat. The night was peaceful, so us the ocean. It was calming, quite the opposite of the turmoil feelings inside my chest.

I lost options. Maybe I just have to wait. I could be patient as I could be. Anyway, The King was recovering very well, and I wasn’t going to marry for my birthright anymore. It wasn’t a part of my plans since I realized I fell so hard in love with Kennedy.

The ocean and the wind did a calming effect on me. I sat down on the lounge. The view was stunning—it was so silent and peaceful. 

“You left.” 

I stiffened.

“Kennedy?” I turned my head to her. 

“God.” She strengthened her limbs. “I’m sore like ran by a freight train.”

“I’ll take you to the spa. I think it is on the third floor.” I looked at her. She was wearing an ankle-length bohemian dress. 

“No, thank you.” To my surprise, she took a seat beside me. She seemed calm like the ocean. “It’s so beautiful here. Where are we headed?”

“Morocco.”

“Really?” Her eyes grew big. 

I swallowed and looked away. “Yeah.” That was the plan. Get married on the cruise. Then our honeymoon would start from Morocco, then Greece, and then the Caribbean. “What’s not to like in Morocco? Casablanca.”

“It’s great.”

“But the movie has a terrible ending.”

“Well, not everyone has a happy ending.” Great. Maybe I was one of that everyone.

“Would you like to drink something?”

“I’m hungry.” Great. I was beginning to realize how awful a person I was.

“I’m sorry. I was caught up on something. I forgot you haven’t eaten anything.” I rose from my seat. "Let’s go to the restaurant.”

She looked at me. “Can we stay here for a while? This so serene in here.”

“Of course. Let me ask someone to prepare food for you.”

“Thanks.”

 When I was far enough, she couldn’t sense me anymore, I turned to look at her and sucked the air into my lungs. After I asked the chef to cook dinner for us, I returned to her, and she was in the same position.

“Dinner will be ready shortly.” I sat beside her, the same place as earlier. 

“I never thought I would see you again.”

“I’m like a skin disease, am I?”

She turned her head to look at me. “I don’t mind this kind of skin disease.” For the first time, I saw her smile. Fuck, it felt so good.