Arabella's P.O.V
"Arabella, what the f**k do you think you're doing? I'm the f*****g Prince of Dahlia, and you dare to touch me like this." As if his words burnt me, I shot away from him.
He'd never spoken to me like this. Not with such hatred and anger in his voice.
"What the f**k am I doing? What the f**k are you doing? Those questions were stupid and weird and out of line." He narrowed his eyes at me and took a step closer, forcing me to back up against the wall.
"I can't believe you just said. How the f**k can say that after what you've done?" He punched the wall, merely inches away from my face, and places his head on the wall. I pushed my fear aside and grabbed his face.
"Do what? What did I do?" My voice broke slightly and he gave me a somber look.
"Despite only knowing you
