He was a prince. He was fickle. He was rude. He was arrogant. I knew better. I was lowborn. He was WRONG. I didn't even like him. I don't want be here.
" Yeah, You are wrong, you are worst then me and I wish I will never see your face again."
"Oh, so you don't need my number now."
"You're a jerk,' repeating myself again and push him away to get out of here. He hold's my wrist and said, I'm coming with you."
" What! I didn't hear you right?
Let me rephrase,” he added, sharper than barbed steel. “I’m coming with you.”
“Excuse me?” I came to a sudden stop, forcing him to do the same. “You’ll go wherever I send you.”
“I’m not—”
“Don’t interrupt.”
He sealed his lips shut.
“Our relationship is simple,” he told me. “I say ‘Jump,’ and you say ‘Through which window, Miss Stella?’ You don’
