To love a prince

Episode1

Karina

"Karina! Karina! Karina!" Ugh, what does she want now? I grimaced sitting up on my bed, I stared at the door for a few seconds, then laid down back on my bed. I had a hectic day at work today. I'm definitely not in the mood for any chit-chat.

"Karina! Karina, I know you're inside and you're definitely not sleeping. "Stop pretending and open this door, right this minute!" I should have known the only person who could knock on my door like a crazy woman is Sylvia, my best friend. Even though she knew I would be tired, and I would really need my beautiful sleep, or should I say, my resting sleep, she would still disturb me.

"Karina! "Karina!" She growled, her voice higher than before. Is it so bad I wish she could just disappear to Mars or even Pluto? I don't care where she goes.

I buried my head deep into my pillow and said a silent prayer to God who's in heaven to please send my best friend away, to wherever he wishes.

"Karina, if you do not open this door right this minute, I promise I'm going to bring it falling down." She threatened. I rolled my eyes. She can't bring the door down, nah she can't. That girl is as lazy as a snail. Does that make sense? Geez, now I'm speaking gibberish.

I heard her sigh exaggeratedly, "Okay, I just realized that I can't bring the door down, so this is how it's going to be. I'm not leaving here until you open the damn door. PS, I will be knocking like this until you open the damn door. "Let me see how you're going to get that rest sleep." Now, this is what I call pure wickedness. She knows I need my rest sleep, and she still goes ahead to stop me having it. Ugh.

I groaned, annoyed, then got up from my bed. My best friend Sylvia might not be able to bring down my door, but she can knock on it all night if she decides to do it. Yeah, that's how persistent she can be.

"So, I had to threaten to knock on your door all night before you opened the door for me," Sylvia says the minute she walked into my room.

What do you want, Sylvia? That is 10pm. "You should be in your house resting," I said dryly, sitting on my bed.

Well, I heard you said no to Austin. How could you say no to a perfectly handsome guy like Austin? "What the heck is wrong with you?" She exclaims. Is she being real? She left her house at 10pm in the evening, to tell me this gibberish.

"Foremost, how did you even know, I said no to Austin? Secondly, what would be the big deal if I said no to Austin?"

"It's a small town, Karina, and have you forgotten that everybody in Lake City loves Karina? You're like a celebrity here. To answer your second question, there's everything wrong with you saying no to Austin. "That guy is not just handsome, but he has money." Sylvia utters, throwing her hands up in the air.

"And that's why I had to say no to him. All Austin ever thinks of is money. Money this, money that. He can't complete a sentence without the word money being in it." I don't want to marry a guy who thinks only of money. Austin is as proud as a peacock. He is the richest bachelor in Lake City. It is every girl's dream to get married to him, but guess what? Austin is not my dream.

Nope. I just want a simple guy who would love and cherish me. That's all I ask for in a man. I don't care if he is poor or rich.

"Aghh, I can't believe you're there right now. Do you know how many girls wish to be in your..."

"I know, okay. I know a lot of girls wish to be in my place right now and have handsome rich Austin. Ask them out, but guess what? "I don't really care. "Now kindly, please leave my room, I need to have my rest." I laid down on my bed, ignoring her presence in my room. I don't need to look at her, to know she's actually glaring daggers at me. The good news is, my body is bullet-proof.

"This is not the end." She said angrily, stomping her feet on the floor.

"No it's not. "You still have to leave my room," I drawled. She stomped her feet on the floor one more time before marching out of my room. Finally, I can sleep.

Prince George

Argh, please more, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. The lady beneath screamed, her body bucking wildly as she came in full force. What can I say, if there's one thing I'm good at, it's being intimate with a girl real good.

I got up from the lady's body, walked to the bathroom and got myself cleaned up.

"Your services aren't needed anymore, get out," I said, my voice void of any emotion." What! "You can't possibly mean that, I thought..."

You thought after pounding you, I'm going to run to your father, who's a governor, and ask for your hand in marriage? Well, guess what, I ain't doing that. "So get yourself out of my room," I yelled. The girl shrieked back in fear, then quickly gathered all of her things, and ran out of my room. You want to know who I am. The name is George Anderson, prince of great Monaco. PS, note the sarcasm.

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Another broken heart, my best friend said, walking into my room. He shook his head disappointed, plopped down on the couch, still giving me the disappointed look.

Well... "It's not my fault, is it?" I asked him with an eye roll.

Seriously, there's no need to argue with you. Any

" Your parents called for you. He informed me. I sighed.