Craving Prince Charming

The fair

CHAPTER THREE

~GISELLA~

The truth is, the only thing I regret is not using protection but the s*x—it was beautiful. Who knew having s*x with a stranger could feel so good? I’ve heard about one-night stands and how exciting they can get.

Now, I have confirmed that it’s truly exciting.

I could see his eyes glance towards the dresser. He examined it closely before turning sharply to face me.

“There’s blood on the dresser. Are you a virgin,”

“It doesn't matter,” I sighed. I had worn my dress and was straightening my ruffled hair. I picked up a random towel and wiped the blood off the dresser.

“Let me help,” he offered. He was still naked, but his c**k had gone soft.

“It’s fine,” I suddenly paused as I glanced at the side mirror. My lip gloss was smudged, my hair frizzy, and my neck had a red spot from the hickey. I chuckled. Now I feel like a woman. It feels crazy to me that I’m in the same room with a naked man.

Now that’s how to be spontaneous.

“I want to see you again,” I heard the stranger’s voice behind me. “Tell me, what’s your name?”

I froze. Do I want to see him again? The s*x was perfect but…

I turned around to face him and that’s when I suddenly noticed his shoulders, possibly because the lust had cleared from my eyes. They look familiar.

“Turn around,” I commanded, my breath strained. He stared at me in confusion.

“ Please….just do as I say,” I blurted out, my voice sounding frustrated. Slowly, he did as I said and I gasped. I remember this structured back. He was the one stroking his c**k in the palace as he faced the window.

“s**t!” I muttered under my breath. I need to leave. I swiftly began to walk out of the room.

“Please wait….at least tell me your name,” he groaned as he tried to put on his pants. I took the advantage and bolted out of the room and just like that, I was gone.

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A few days passed and I found myself constantly thinking of the handsome stranger. Why did I run that day? I wasn’t sure. It’s not like I’d be going back to the palace again. My body craved him and I regretted not getting his contact details.

Images of him were crested in my mind like an imprint. I found myself picking up a pencil and sketching on a clean canvas. Every corner of his face—I remember it. Especially those lips that set my body on fire.

I began to feel heat between my legs as I sketched. I wanted a memory of that night, and this was the perfect gift to myself. I never kept any of my paintings because Miss Jezerel sold off all of them but this, I want to keep it because it is special to me.

I used any spare time I could get to work on the sketches till it was done. I marvelled at the masterpiece. I put finishing touches and painted a picture of the handsome stranger, sitting on a stool in his room. It was perfect. The most beautiful painting I’ve ever made.

I glanced at my watch.

“It’s almost time for the fair,” I mumbled to myself.

An annual fair was hosted by the duke every year and different traders got to display their products while wolves came out in large numbers to patronize. I had made a lot of paintings in preparation for the fair and packed all of them nicely. But I kept my special painting in one of the closets.

I helped pack it in the bus and took a quick permission to go see my dad. I had been working tirelessly and had not had the time to check up on him. He was seated in the living room, smoking and munching on a bag of chips as I walked into our small apartment.

“Morning Dad,” I greeted.

I frowned. I didn’t like to see Dad smoke, especially in the morning.

“Dad, you know your health isn’t good,” I complained.

“What about the money I asked you for?” He changed the topic instead, his eyes not leaving the television.

I scratched my head. “You know I’m working hard to pay up the debt. I haven’t hard time taking up some part-time jobs but I’ll squeeze out something by next week,”

He turned to face me. “You’re young and agile. Surely you can work more hours to earn some money. When I was your age, I never slept. I worked around the clock like a hard brick,”

Again, dad began to ramble about how hard he used to work and since my health isn’t falling like his, I need to do better. I was hurt and frustrated. I was trying my best but it’s hard to make money when I spend most of my time working to pay his debt.

Even mum couldn’t do it, that’s why she ran away and abandoned us after dad acquired his debt. We haven’t heard from her for years now. I wish he’d at least appreciate my efforts. The debt isn’t mine, it’s his, yet I’m the one who has to sacrifice my life, working tirelessly like a donkey.

It’s been six freaking years! I wanted to cry. To complain and scream my lungs out. But I bit my lips and held it in. There is no use for it. Dad would still feel entitled.

After a while, I went back to the fair. It was buzzing with activities.

Children laughing and running around, adults bargaining in different tents, the sun shimmering brightly in the sky. It was a perfect sight. I hurried off to Miss Jezerel’s tent. Her paintings had been set up and displayed.

Suddenly, my eyes spotted my special painting. The one of the beautiful stranger.

“This isn’t for sale! It’s mine, that’s why I separated it,” I cried out and attempted to carry the painting but she pushed me with her heavy hands and I fell hard on the floor.

“There’s no such thing as your painting,” she sneered. “You owe me, remember?”

“You can have any painting but this,” I got up, dusting the dirt off my clothes. “You absolutely cannot sell this,”

I clenched my fist. I was raging. I put so much effort into painting it. It is a time capsule to me.

“Watch me!” Her eyes darkened. I attempted to take the painting again but she blocked my path and a fight broke out between us.

A few people began to gather around, watching the dramatic scene before them. Miss Jezerel was pulling my hair, cursing and threatening me. Suddenly, we heard a voice.

“What is going on here?”

We paused, our eyes widening as we saw the duke, a tall muscular man in his forties.

“Your grace,” we both gave a light bow. His eyes darted from us to the painting.

“Goodness!” He moved closer to it, examining it closely. “This is the most beautiful painting I’ve ever seen. How did you get this? Who did this?”

I was about to speak when Miss Jezerel pushed me to the side.

“It is I, your grace. The painting is from my academy,” her eyes flashed with excitement.

“I will pay any amount to have this painting. Name your price at once,”