The Prince's Indentured Bride

parasites

Emotions are like parasites; they wait and creep inside us for survival in a way which can eventually kill its host.

I came in all prepared, for the dinner, and it seemed I was early by a half an hour. This gave me time to think about a lot of things, starting from the drunk kiss I regret the most. I shouldn’t have let my guard fall down that day.

Gabriel was ancient as wine, rusty as pants, and he shouldn’t be affecting my senses. And, from what I know of him, he didn’t offer that proposal only because I needed a conviction. There must be something which he wants back from me, and what was with that ring?

He must really have a lot of money to be throwing around. I wonder what he is doing for a living. Will his name be on google searches? I should try it someday when I find myself a bit less stupid, and more believable.

There were too many things I had running my head, but despite all that I was stuck on one thing. Gabriel's question kept ringing like a loop: Do I want revenge? Or, is it something else which will fill the whole in my heart?

I am not just a twenty-five-year-old girl who had lost her father to a murderer on lose and is trying to serve justice, or whatever it is. The hunger for filling up the fiery pit in me was becoming too obsessive, that I was slowly losing control over my ability for the choices of right and wrong.

I can't be like this. My numerous employees, their families, foundations, sereneaffairs.help, and highly praised careers were living off my decisions. These are the responsibilities I have taken, not been burdened by someone but it is so hard.

Living this life was so hard. I wish there was somebody who could tell me, it's okay to take a break and have some rest.

"Why would you mess up such a beautiful pony. See it looks so tattered."

Kriag whined, after appearing from the back of my chair and pulling my hand away from my head and forehead. I must've been holding it too tightly from much time–of course out of habit–while thinking about my parasitic emotions.

"You came. Hi." I replied after clenching and unclenching my fists.

"Of course, I came. What do you take me for? Can you hold this for me?" He said and passed my rubber band to me; whoa! he was so smooth with his actions that I didn't even realise that my pony was upheld.

"People are watching." I said to him when he stayed affirm in his place trying to fix my pony tail, he surely must have good experience in taking care of girl’s hair said his calm fingers into my hair.

"That's why we need to fix your hair. A beauty always marks her signature well and good." I opened my phone camera to see his progress with the pony, well. . .

Seems like he is doing it the wrong way and messing it to the point of no return. I laughed and realised whenever I am with him, I smile, laugh and be so positively energetic.

"Let it be down Kriag." I suggested not because I was in a hurry for food but I really feared for the likelihood of my precious hair.

"Okay my lady." He joked, which looked quite serious in my eyes though.

"See that's why I tell Jules to never touch my hair. All you men know to do is destroy the beauty of girls hair." I complained.

"Women like our hands in their hair. At least my women though." He was being sexually snarky now. Where did the comment come from?

No idea. But now my brain had some sinful visions of him on me, with his lips over my body and his hands into my hair; caressing softly and then grabbing painfully for an enchanting pleasure.

Maybe it wouldn't hurt to give him a chance. He was fun, loving, caring, sexy and attentive to me. It is all ticks on a list girls write. And if I didn’t want to turn into a monster, then I need to learn to live this life in a easier way, with vits of love and survival warmth from a man.

But.

Will he want to give me a chance, still after these many years?

"Not something I want to know, but seriously you messed up my hair even more!"

"Come on. You are looking more prettier now." He retorted with a compliment. I almost managed not to smile.

"But still. Anyways, what are we ordering?"

“When in a seafood stall, order everything you can devour. Prawn, fish steak, and king crab for me. A lot of lemon too. What would you like?” I laughed realising how not shy he was with ordering so much.

“Stop it.” He warned me, I raised my brows. “Stop what?”

He crooked his neck to the left and pointed his finger at me, “That judgemental look. I need to eat. Today is my cheat day!”

“Goodness! I wasn’t judging.” I retorted in my defend, “Ah–now you are getting angry too!”

“Stop with your nonsense Kriag.” He simply laughed back in reply, infuriating my inner self to throw that salt bottle kept on the table, at him.

"It's okay to mess up. Then only we will know what is best for us." He said very suddenly, turning the mood entirely serious and I realised how treading he was to build up a mood before letting me know that he was attentive to what I was worrying about.

It almost made my heart tear in appreciation.

“A mess up could cost you trillions.” I simply replied.

“Yes. But still, I am a good friend.” Okay, this was random now. From where?

And what I said was straight out nonsense from movies I must have watched recently.

“I don’t think we can continue being friends.”