Royally Kidnapped by the Prince novel Chapter 8

THAYER

 Damn it!

What was I thinking? I was better than that. 

I twisted and turned in bed. The urge to knock on Kennedy’s door and pick up what we left off at the rooftop made me vibrate in anticipation. The fact that my raging hard-on in my pants jerked at the thought of those perk breasts and those plumped red lips, I was already fully awake.

Fuck.

I let out a frustrated sigh as I forced myself to erect to sit in my empty bed. A few seconds later, my phone vibrated.

It was a message from Ash.

Ash: Tea?

T: Turn off the fucking feeds. 

I hit the send button.

His reply popped up. 

Ash: Sparring?

T: Not interested.

Ash: Just knock on her door. What’s so hard about it? She’s American.

T: Not gonna happen. Sleep.

I threw my phone away, shutting my eyes closed, and forcing myself to sleep.

I jolted to sit on the bed to a loud knock on the door.

Damn door.

I cursed under my breath as I swung the door open. “What the fuck is it?”

“I…I’m sorry.” That voice. 

“Fuck.” I blinked my eyes when I realized I just yelled at Kennedy. “I’m sorry. I thought you’re—” When I turned my head to the right, the two idiots were laughing silently with their hands on their abdomen. “Very mature!”

“I can come back,” Kennedy said.

“Please, come in. I’m sorry. My mind was still sleeping when you knocked.” I stepped aside as I widened the door for her. 

“It wasn’t me who knocked.”

I paused and turned around. “Who?”

“Lud. We met at the cafe. He told me that you’re probably still sleeping.”

“And he found it funny.” I groaned.

“Hey, it’s almost noon. Ash told me you used to wake up early that’s why I came here to check up on you.” She was wearing a sleeveless ruffled blouse and denim shorts that could barely covered her goods and her round, perfect ass. 

Damn it, woman. Was she trying to kill me with a hard-on? 

“Coffee?” She offered me a cup. 

“Thank you.” I took a seat beside her. 

She was sipping her coffee as well. I found out that she liked cream in her caffeine.

I sipped mine, and I almost spat it out. “Who ordered this?”

She faced me. Her eyes were brighter than the clear blue sky. “Why? Lud told me that’s what you like. Dark. Two sugar.”

“Yeah. I’m sure he has planned to make me diabetic.”

“Oh? Mine has sugar too. Sorry, I should have asked you first. I’ll call for a dark coffee for you.” She picked her phone.

“It’s okay, Kennedy. I can drink any kind of coffee.”

“Are you sure?” She looked at me, reading my mind.

“Yeah. Lud likes to play pranks.” I chuckled. I was forced to take a sip just to wake up.

Her phone rang that completely waken me up. When she looked at the caller ID, her face turned hard. “I have to answer it.”

“Of course.” My nose flared. That fucking moron was still calling her. What did he want from her? He wouldn’t dare apologize and take her back if he still wanted to use his nose. 

My knuckles turned white as I watched Kennedy enter the bathroom. 

I texted Ash.

Her ex is calling.

I sounded like a moron.

Ash: What are they talking about?

T: No way I would eavesdrop. Tell Lud, nice try.

Ash: Sorry, man. But not sorry _Lud

T: You’re such an immature, asshole

Ash: Talking about immature, who turned cold feet last night

T: It’s called respect

I shut my phone closed when Kennedy came back. “Is everything okay?”

She barely met my gaze. “I have to take my things and rent a storage unit while I’m searching for an apartment.”

“Why would you have to rent? Let’s go and find an apartment.” I stood from my seat.