The Prince and Me

Chapter 2

I woke up with a pounding headache. Opening my eyes slowly, I groan at the brightness of the room and put an arm over my head, my hand brushing something smooth.

My brows furrow and I brush my fingers over the smooth thing again before bolting up, my eyes snapping to the man beside me as I use the sheets to cover myself up.

"'Holy s**t," I exclaim.

The man beside me sits up, the sheet sliding down his stomach to show off his lean, toned body. He runs a hand through his hair and smirks at me. "Well, good morning to you too, love." He says, his voice raspy in the early morning.

The sun shines through the curtains and hits his face to frame it almost angelically. His green eyes hooded and his hair messy. He looks so familiar. Wait...Oh. My. God.

I shake my head, moving away from him. "Y-you're Prince William. Holy Shit."

William grins and nods, moving off of the bed. "Prince William James Alexander II. And..I'm quite sorry, but I don't really remember your name," he says with a chuckle.

I swallow hard, looking away from his nakedness and around the room. "Uhm, Rhett. My name's Rhett Parr." I say, eyeing my underwear by the dresser.

William nods, smiling. "That's an unusual name for a girl. I like it," he states.

I scoff and stand, taking the sheet with me and wrapping it around me tightly as I go around the room, gathering all of my clothes and putting them on as I go.

"You're not staying for breakfast?" He asks, his voice full of amusement.

I turn and see him buttoning up his dark jeans. I feel my cheeks warm up and I look up at him.

"I don't know you..this was a mistake. So no, I will not be staying for breakfast." I say, grabbing my wallet from the floor and heading towards the door. "See you never, your highness."

He opens his mouth to say something else but I walk out, shutting the door firmly behind me.

I lean against the door, my chest heaving as I close my eyes. "What did you do, Parr?" I whisper to myself.

Running a hand through my hair, I push off the door and make my way down the hall, looking at the paintings decorating the walls and smirking.

Once I make it outside, I wave down a cabby and climb in, clutching my wallet in my hand.

"Cambridge University, please."

"Oi, you're one of the Ivy League girlies, ain't ya?" The cabbie says.

I give a slight chuckle and nod. "Yes sir. Quite blessed actually."

He looks at me in the rearview mirror and nods, giving me a toothy grin. "Well, I ain't know you but good job. Keep it up, girl."

I nod and smile, leaning back in my seat and buckling up as he takes off.

Once we arrived at the university, I got out and paid the cabby, then made my way to my small apartment on campus.

Climbing the stairs, I dig in my pockets for my keys and smile as I grab them, pulling them out and walking to my door, unlocking it, and slipping inside.

My apartment was small, like all the apartments on campus, but mine was the cheapest. For a rich University, their apartments are s**t. There are a few cracks in the walls, some mold on the ceiling. The sink occasionally stops running and sprays everywhere instead.

The living room is right there when you walk into the apartment, the crap black couch and matching chair, the TV I bought that's actually, probably the best thing in this place, and the coffee table littered with my textbooks and notes. Behind the living room stands the kitchen, also crappy. The oven that continuously ticks and the microwave that burns everything you put in it, even if it's just for thirty seconds.

The bathroom I always keep clean. The broken tub that always cuts my leg when I'm taking a bath, or foot when I'm showering. The cracked mirror with the medicine cabinet holding my toothbrush, pills, and first aid kit. The random color splurge coming from the towels that my mom sent over to me.

Last comes the two bedrooms, one mine and the other empty. My room consisted of my bed in the middle of the room, the headboard against the wall, my nightstands on both sides, the drawers filled with books and pens. There's a built-in shelf also stacked with books a few pictures. My closet was small, which fit well because of my lack of clothes. A small desk in the corner with a lamp and a vanity that was scattered with my light makeup and scrunchies.

After kicking off my shoes, I make my way towards the bathroom, stripping myself of the clothes from last night and tossing them in the direction of the hamper.

Once in the bathroom, I start up the shower and let it get warm as I look at myself in the mirror. The bruises in the shape of fingerprints on my thighs and hips, the hickeys on my shoulders and neck.

I brought my hand to my lips, my fingers brushing them softly as I close my eyes, letting my mind flashback to him.

It started in the car. His lips on mine, his hands roaming my body. The taste of alcohol on our tongues.  Once we got out of the car, his hand never left mine as we made our way to his room.

We got inside and he pushed me against the door, his mouth claiming mine again as he picks me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me to the bed. 

Clothes are gone, tossed in every direction. His hips hitting mine as he hovers above me, our breaths coming in pants as we move together, my hands cupping his face as I lean up to kiss him. He buries his face in my neck, whispering sweet nothings in my ear as we come down from our highs.

I shake my head, dropping my hand, and getting into the shower. As I was rinsing the shampoo and body wash off of my body and hair, there was a knock on the door.

I blink, poking my head out of the shower, the shower curtain caving my head. "Hello?" I call out.

There's another set of knocks and I groan, grabbing a towel from the rack and wrapping it around myself. I make my way to the door, trying not to slip and swing the door open.

"Who the hel-"

"Why, I'm Prince William..the guy you slept with last night. How could you possibly forget me?"