Heraiah

CHAPTER 19

CHAPTER 19

I groaned, covering my face with a soft pillow. The light from outside ventured throughout my room through the space left by the curtains. And because life just hates me so much it had to land right at my face. Morning sunshine is the worst type of good morning greet of all time. It is horribly annoying.

The light annoyed me making me get up. But as soon as I got up, I felt my whole vision spinning. My head had this banging pain, agonizing and prolonging. My body felt heavy so did my head. I grasp my head, trying to make the pain go away. What happened last night?

I look around and I was in my luxurious room. Nothing seems to be out of place. I got up from the bed, holding my head and scrunching my face from the pain. My face wrinkled when I saw a wine bottle on my bed. What even made it worse, the things in my room were everywhere. Scattered everywhere, misplaced and in completely random places. I can’t remember what happened last night.

I passed by the full-length mirror. But then stopped, noticing some black spots on my arm. I held my wrist, I winced, from the pain. They were bruised marks, where did I got this from?

I looked at myself, I was even more shocked. I’m not in my clothes. I was wearing one of Ravier’s shirt. I tried putting the puzzle pieces. My eyes widened, a loud gasp escaped from my mouth. My jaw dropped, I quickly covered my mouth to not make a sound. Wine on my bed, room destroyed, and me in Ravier’s shirt. What did I do?

D-did we…?

I sniffed the t shirt I was wearing, I smelled like alcohol. My heart dropped, what if we did something? Did I just lose my virginity while I was drunk? I tried reaching for my undergarments and touching my private area. Waiting to feel the pain, but there wasn’t. So, I didn’t? I still wasn’t convinced nothing happened. I rushed back to my bed, looking for a blood stain. I was glad for a minute, I saw nothing. But that was until I saw a stain.

So, we did? What just happened last night? He couldn’t possibly, right? RIGHT?

My heart was pounding in fear. I lost my virginity and I can’t even remember how! I mean shouldn’t it be okay since he’s my fiancée? But still, NO!

“Oh, you’re awake,” my eyes quickly shifted at the door where Ravier was standing holding a tray in his hands. Wearing a white t shirt and grey jogger pants. Looks like just woke up too. But whatever state he was in didn’t matter.

“You!” my voice cowered. I walked as fast as I could to him and pointed a finger at him. He was surprised and backed off, “What happening last night?”

He gulped. Looking down at me, his eyes diverted to my room. For a moment, he was just looking, then he let out a sigh of relief. He grabbed my hand, “Nothing happened last night,”

I frowned, “Then why am I wearing your shirt?”

He walked pass me and settled the tray on thee mini table., “You took a few of my shirts and wore them,”

My lips pursed, thinking to myself. I closed my eyes, seeing a vision of me snatching a few of his t-shirts from his closet and wearing them. I opened my eyes, “right,” I sighed.

I turned to him, “Then why is there blood stain on my bed?” I pointed on the bed, “and why do I have bruises?”

He sighed, “That’s not blood stain, that’s the spilled wine,” he took the bottle that was sitting on my bed. He had a sly smile whilst holding to show me. I was annoyed. Feeling frustrated with what’s happening.

I crossed my arms over my chest, “Explain the bruises,” I showed him my wrist.

He groans getting up, walking towards me, “You were drunk and was out of control, you were moving a lot in bed so I held your wrist,” he held my hand, squeezing it lightly, “guess I held on to it too strong,”

I snatched my arm away from him, “You guess? You literally bruised my arm!” I rolled my eyes.

“You shouldn’t have gone drunk then if you didn’t want to trouble someone,” he scoffed. Now I feel bad. Well, I have been a troublesome for the past week. He has all the rights to be pissed off by me. But I ain’t admitting that.

I held close to my arm, “And the room?” I turn around, presenting him the wreck room.

“Your powers got out of control too,”

My eyes widened, “What?!”

“You’re lucky you were home and not at some random bar, come on, let’s get some ice for your wrist,” he walked out of the room.

I stood, frozen in my room. So, I did all of this? I think that’s enough of alcohol for the rest of my life. I followed Ravier to the kitchen. I felt dizzy and disoriented but I tried my best to keep my vision straight and clear.

I was sitting on the island counter, he was getting some ice from the fridge. His was bending back, roaming in the freezer. I could see his back muscles through his thin t shirt. It was almost like a see-through shirt. The shirt defined all the back abs he had. I gulped. His body was definitely something.

I mean, would it really be a waste if I did lose my virginity to him?

What am I thinking? Am I still under the influence of alcohol?

I was straddled when I felt a cold thing pressing on my wrist. I looked up and saw it was Ravier. He was now holding ice firmly and softly on my wrist. His arm reaching for mine.

“Why was I lot to handle last night?” I cringed.

He shrugged, “I wouldn’t say it was a lot, don’t worry about it,”

My lips turn into a thin line. Feeling awkward. Should I apologize? I mean I should. But for what reason would I be sorry? I don’t even know remember last night.

“You shouldn’t be drinking,” he says and leave the ice pack on my hand. He then gets a glass of water and gives it to me.

“I’m an adult, I can drink whenever I want to,” I said accepting the water.

He sighed, leaving the kitchen. I sipped the water whilst watching him leave, eyeing his muscle built back. As his figure disappear, I sat back and let myself relax. My head was still in agonizing pain but I just tried to ignore it for the mean time. I shouldn’t drink too much anymore.

Ravier came back with the tray he brought to my room earlier and handed it over me. My eyebrows raised at him.

“It’s hungover soup,” he said.

I shrugged and just accepted it.

As I started eating he spoke, “Then drink responsibly,”

I nibbled on my lips as I ate a spoon full of the soup, “What?”

“If you want to drink, drink responsibly, I don’t want to see on the news an out of control Airen in some random bar,”

“Trust me, I would rather be drunk alone then be drunk in a noisy bar,” I gulped.

He shook his head and sat across me, holding his phone. He focused on that as I ate quietly.

“Thank you, by the way,” I said, quietly. He didn’t respond.

We sat quietly for the next minutes. From time to time, I gave him glances, he seemed to be focus and preoccupied on his phone so I didn’t bother him. He already seems tired of me. as his fingers type away on his phone, a question came into my mind.

“Hey, do you have Nori’s number?” I randomly asked.

He looked up, “Yeah, why?”

As expected, he did have her number. It was known that the rich gets to have the privilege to be friends with the royals. But only a few can actually have it. Luckily, Nori was one of those few people.

I licked my lips, “I need to call her,”

He nodded, “Yeah, of course, I’ll write it down,”

Ravier opened a random cabinet on the counter then took paper and pencil. He immediately wrote down the number without hesitation. I just looked at him quietly, looking at his handwriting. He gave me a tight smile and handed over the paper.

“Thanks,”

“why did you think we did it?” he asked, out of the sudden.

I was weirdly afraid to answer the question, so I shrugged, “what was I supposed to think? I don’t remember and if someone went into the room and saw me, they would think the same,”

“But I’m asking what you think,” he insisted, a sly smile on his face.

I wrinkled my forehead, “Are you bothered that I thought like that?”

“Yes, because if you did, then you look at me like I’m someone who would cause you danger,” he argued.

I sighed, “Yeah, I did, okay? But that doesn’t mean I think of you as danger,”

What am I supposed to say?

“Then why did you think of me as that?”

“I don’t know,” I panicked, “because it’s natural for a woman and man to do such things?” I cringed.

“You think we’ll ever do something like that?”

“You’re getting a head of yourself,” my eyes widened.

“Then we won’t? How am I supposed to have a heir?” he smirked.

Oh, right. He is still a prince who needs a successor. But I don’t really think I’ll ever have kids with him. Or even have kids at all.

“Go find yourself a woman to impregnate,” I stood up and pushed the chair to leave. This is the only way I can escape this conversation. To make a dramatic walk out.

“I can’t,” he said in which I paused to look at him.

“I’m 26, it’s already expected that my father, the king, will soon retire on his throne at pass it to me, it’s also expected that I would have a wife soon and kids, what will I do if my wife declines to have children?”

He gazed at me, expecting an answer. But I shrugged, “I don’t know,”

“Then I will have a concubine,”

My jaw dropped hearing that, “You’re not having a concubine, I am not letting you use some poor women just to conceive children, you think we are only here to give men kids?”

“Exactly what I thought, I mean I could never have kids with anyone besides my wife,” he smiled.

“Never,” I rolled my eyes.

What is in his mind?

He leans closer and whisper, “In this state you’re in, you can’t resist me,”

“What state am I in?” confused, I asked.

He got up and walk towards with. I was straddled when he sat on the counter in front of me. His body closer to me than ever. The arms, chest, and back I’ve been eyeing is now closer to me than ever.

He leans down his back with his hands on the counter, supporting his body weight, perfectly showing his stomach to me, “You know? I am very pleased to see my fiancée fancying my figure, seems like we feel the same about each other,” he chuckled with a smirk on his face.

The corner of my lips curve into a smirk, “Oh my, prince, you have gone quite bold today, what fueled your ego to act like this?” I put my elbow on the counter and held my face with my hand, looking up to him.

“It was probably because of what you said last night,” he smirked, then gets up and continues to leave.

What did I say? What did I do? I don’t have a clear or any memory at all of what happened last night. My heart dropped, what s**t did I say? “Hey, Ravier! Get back here, i***t! Tell me!” I shouted, I was fuming but he was even dancing as he walked away, annoying me even more.

“Thank you, wife! I’ll be expecting for our beautiful child soon,” he shouted.

“I’m not your wife yet and I will not bear your child!” does he really think I would give him a child? , I’m 24, I am a child!

Then I thought to myself. Oh, right. I’m not 17 anymore. But STILL.

“Oh, you will,” will not.

“You know, you should go back to being quiet, dumbass!” I got up and took the fake apple from the basket that was placed on the center of the counter and threw it at him but he dodged it which made me even more pissed.