Pucking My Royal Nemesis

Chapter 1 Distractions~ EVELYN I take a look around the suite CrownFord gave me Apparently, my parents’ influence was enough to secure me a spot in this part of the residence hall. This is my first time in New York, and it excites me. I have my to-do list I had written in Albion, and I'm surely going to make sure I tick every one of them, and the first being: "Active at the Hockey frat party, according to Vivian, it is the hottest party in CrownFord University. "Do you like the Decorations and the colour combinations?" Ms Seth asks, and I nod. The suite was decorated with my favourite colours... burgundy and off-white. "And feel free to let us know if you want a change in your room. This is the penthouse suite B; A is occupied by our famous Hockey star." Ms Seth says, and I nod. CrownFord University, according to my research, is the best for my artistic fantasy. When Ms Seth leaves, I settle down and get everything I'll need for school tomorrow ready. I turned twenty-two last week, and although my parents weren't thrilled about sending me here, I think it is the best decision I've ever made. My phone buzzes, and I pick up the call, grinning when Vivian's call goes through. "Are you settled?" She asks, excitedly. "I am. I was given a very spacious room, Vee. You definitely need to come stay the weekend during your shift!" I squeal. Lady Vivian Farrow, a high-born lady in the Kingdom of Albion, is now a cafe worker in the streets of New York. If she hadn't convinced me, I wouldn't be here in New York today. "My parents still think I'm in Florida for the Beaumont's deal. Imagine what would happen if they find out I'm in New York. I would've loved to come, Eve. But someone might see me and tell them." "Well, it's okay—" "It is? I thought you'd nag me more." I laugh, pushing my box up the bed. I feel good having all this space for myself. "And I forgot to tell you something, Eve. I got an anonymous Intel from CrownFord, and you won't believe who the famous Hockey star is." She says. Huh uh....is it the same hockey star occupying Penthouse A? "Who is it?" I question, curious about who I would be sharing the same elevator with. "It's...." Her voice cracks, the line glitching. I pull the phone away from my ears and disconnect the call. I dial her again, but it doesn't go through. Seems there's no network... I'll have to call her later. ~•~ I think I know what Vee was going to say. She was going to tell me that whoever the famous Hockey star is, he is nothing but a monster... in bed. I groan, picking up my phone to check the time. It is 02:30 a.m., a time meant for sleeping, but I can't sleep. The headboard upstairs bangs against the wall, startling me once again. The woman moans loudly enough that I wonder if the entire floor can hear her. There is movement, heavy and relentless, followed by breathless laughter and another round of noises that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. I sit up, closing my ears as another round of breathless moans and whimpers resonates in my room. Do they know that I can hear them? Do they even care? The obscene wet sound of fluid reaches my ears, and she moans again. "You fuck...so well." I am definitely going to bleach my ears come morning. I wait for them to stop; I pray and wait....but they don't stop; rather they noise seems to get louder every damn passing hour. I wait and wait until my alarm rings at six in the morning. I give up on sleep and start getting ready for school. •• Is scandalous and rigorous s*x activity not prohibited in school hostels and residence halls? If this is what I'll be facing every night, I might talk to Ms Seth about it. I don't care who the famous Hockey star is. Neither do I care about his post-school activity. But keeping students awake to satisfy your urges is a different thing, though. He could have gotten a hotel and done whatever he wanted. I dial Vee's line again, and it fails to connect, making me scowl. We weren't done with our conversation last night, and not to talk about the horrible network that disconnected the call. She was about to tell me about the famous Hockey star, the jerk who kept me all night because he wanted to get his d**k wet. 'I have a lot to tell you about my upstairs neighbour. Call me when you see this.' I hit send as I waited for the elevator to come to a stop. Wait...it was coming down. That means....my upstairs famous rigorous neighbour was going down as well. Rather than speak with Ms Seth, I could speak to him and teach him the importance of Educational grounds. The elevator stops and slides open. A ding on my phone gets my attention, and I smile, seeing a text from Vee as I step into the elevator. "Girl...I have a lot to tell you too. Sorry for what happened last night. I'll be coming to your school this evening, though. Love you." The message read. Didn't she say she wouldn't be able to come here because someone from Albion might recognise her? I was so engrossed in Vee's message that I didn't hear a thing, nor did I feel a finger tapping my arm. Until... "Are you deaf? Dumb? Or just plain ass Ugly, you dumb fuck." The light, pitchy voice was very familiar. Just like the voice I heard all night. I look up, eyes meeting brown, sharp, glaring eyes and a flat nose, paired with plastic curves. "Are you talking to me?" "Who else would I be talking to? If you get into an elevator, you press the floor you get off in, no?" She asks. "I was engrossed with something important, and I totally forgot about that, but calling me a dumb f**k when you're the one with half-baked plastic boobs and ass? Mississippi would weep!" I retort, glaring right back at her. She didn't have to be rude to prove a point. Tears gather in her eyes, and I suddenly feel bad for saying that, until she runs to someone behind me. "Help me, Alex. She insulted me." She cries. I turn to give her a piece of my mind when I see the person behind me. I freeze. Eyes lock on the boy— now a man who... broke my heart years ago. His hands wrap around her, our gaze steady on each other. Crown Prince Alexander Windsor, my greatest regret and my first love. TBC