Entangled With The Billionaire Prince

National emergency

/Asher’s POV/

My eyes flutter open to the room bathed in a soft morning glow. As I stretch, a hint of nostalgia, a touch of excitement, and perhaps a tinge of guilt dances across my face as Memories of the passionate night before linger in the air, like the fading scent of perfume on our skin.

“f**k!” I exclaim in realization.

“The situation just got really messy,” I remark as I take a moment to reflect on my thoughts but a whirlwind of intimacy and connection overshadows me so I scramble to locate my clothes instead.

After managing to put on my clothes, I scramble out of the private lounge, trying not to wake my supposed fiancé that I just had a one-night stand with because I didn’t know how exactly to face her, and I start to dial Malcolm's number.

“Where did you keep your phone?” He suddenly starts to nag, forgetting that I probably called him because I have something to say to him.

“Where are you right now?” I answer another question.

“I am in the palace, trying to conceal the fact that you didn’t make your way to the royal palace because you were busy getting laid in that lounge,” he hisses in dissatisfaction.

“Coming from someone who forced me to be here,” I hiss back.

“I asked you to get laid, but I didn’t ask you to be away for the whole night and sleep through the day, especially at such a critical time that we just lost the crown prince of the nation and everybody in the country has found out about the situation”

“Everybody?” I ask him with my eyes widening in shock.

“Yeah everybody,” he answers sharply.

“f**k!” I exclaim.

“The prime minister's case aside, it is almost time for today’s court session and you will have a whole lot to deal with, but you are not in any way prepared for what is to come,” he laments.

“Can you Come and pick me up ASAP so that I can get to the morning court?” I inquire.

“Thank your stars that I already had your favorite car and change of clothes sent to RIL, so all that you have to do is to call my girlfriend for her to send your clothes to whichever room you are so that you can get changed and get your ass over here,” he instructs me as if he is my boss.

“Why was your girlfriend the one that brought my car and change of clothes over?” I question him.

“That was because I needed to go to the palace to be there for you and cover for you before someone finds out that you are missing,” he answers.

“I know that you have serious trust issues, so the only person that I could have sent is my girlfriend,” he adds and I nod because he has a very valid point.

“I really don’t want to get your girlfriend entangled in this mix because I am very sure that you won't stop blaming me, so why don’t you tell your girl to leave my change of outfit in the car, then she should take the elevator and stop on the last floor, but instead of her having any interactions with me when she sees me, she should just place the key on the floor of the elevator and gently step out of the elevator then I will take it from there,” I instruct.

“Why is this whole coded car key exchange giving the impression of people exchanging cracks,” Malcom points out.

“I am trying so hard not to get your girlfriend entangled in this whole mess and you have the time to make jokes?” I question him.

“I think you are forgetting something here,” he says and I pause, trying to figure out what it is.

“My woman is not just any woman, she is a lieutenant in the army of Orion so I am sure that she knows how to stand up for herself to protect herself if need be,” he brags.

“Just do as you are told,” I instruct him with finality in my voice.

“Fine….. just give me a few minutes to get in touch with my girlfriend then I will get back to you,” he says before hanging up the phone.

I pace around the hallway of the VIP room thinking of what to do while Malcolm is busy talking to his girlfriend, then I see the waiter that showed Elena and me to our room yesterday so I decide to speak to him.

“Excuse me,” I stopped the waiter to speak to him.

“How may I help you sir?” he inquires politely

“Can I ask you for a favour?” I ask him.

“My girlfriend is in the room sleeping, but I need you to be available to attend to her needs till I come back to the hotel to pick her up,” I ask him politely, fishing for my business card in my pocket with a decent amount of tip

“ASHER HARRINGTON?” he reads out confused.

“Just call the number in case anything comes up and the situation will be handled,” I assure him with a tap on his shoulder before walking away from him to avoid his questions.

I stroll to the front of the elevator and then my phone starts to ring, so I check the caller ID and I realize that Malcolm is the one calling so I swipe right on the call action to pick up his call.

“I explained the situation to my woman already and she will be with you shortly,” he informs.

“While we are at it, can you tell me the situation of things in the palace?” I ask so that I can be mentally prepared for what is to come.

The information that just got to me now is that the news of the prime minister’s death has been leaked and for some reason, there is incriminating evidence linking the prime minister to the same terrorist group that has been wreaking havoc and disturbing the peace of the nation since we lost your father,” he informs

“That makes no sense at all,”

“I know that it makes no sense, but those terrorist groups came out in numbers to announce the death themselves on national television and also sound a serial killing notice to anyone that must have been involved in their bosses’ death,” he informs.

“How bad is the situation?” I ask and he sighs deeply.

“The situation is really bad as it is a sensitive issue that concerns national security so if we are not very careful, the bad guys manipulating this situation will use the prime minister’s death to throw our nation into a state of national emergency,” he answers as I start to seriously ponder on what my next step to take as the elevator door opens in front of me and I sight Malcolm's girlfriend and we signal to each other as she exits the elevator and I make my way inside as per our original plan.

“Can you manage to keep everything under control if I don’t attend today's court session?” I ask Malcolm as an idea suddenly occurs to me.

“What are you trying to do?” he inquires with some sort of uncertainty in his voice.

“I am going to the mortuary from here, then I will monitor the progress of the police’s investigation on the whole murder case,” I answer him.

“For crying out loud, you are the crown prince of Orion, not some homicide detective who is trying to get to the bottom of some murder case while leaving your place of primary assignment for your assistant to deal with when you know how much I hate getting involved with these old power-hungry ministers,” he laments.

“I know that you hate getting entangled with court procedures, but I really need you to fill in for me and get my mom to handle those men till I get to the bottom of what is going on because it is so obvious that everything that is happened is all a part of somebody’s master plan and whether we like it or not, we are already entangled in this situation from the moment we decided to join hands with the prime minister to fight them and there is just no way in this world I am going to allow that man's death to be in vain or allow his family lineage to perish after his daughter gets convicted as the prime suspect of her father’s murder case,” I puff out in one breath.

“The situation is this complicated?” he inquires in shock.

“You thought I was joking when I mentioned earlier that we are in a state of national emergency?” I scoff.

“Handle the situation in the palace well, and I will be sure to keep you posted on how things go over here, so stay safe,” I instruct him as soon as I realized that the elevator was approaching the last floor before hanging up.