Page 10 of My Prince

Keeping up with him was no small feat. The town’s streets were a blur of neon signs and headlights as I matched his speed. He cut through intersections just as the lights were turning red, leaving me to make split-second decisions. My heart pounded in my chest, but I wasn’t scared. If anything, the adrenaline sharpened my focus.

As we reached the edge of town, I saw him glance back in his side mirror. He had to know I was following him, but he didn’t slow down. Instead, he accelerated, heading toward the highway that led out of town. I gritted my teeth and stayed right on his tail.

The highway stretched out before us, empty except for the occasional truck. Fade’s bike was a sleek shadow against the asphalt, and I kept my eyes trained on it. We flew down the road, the speedometer needle climbing higher and higher. The wind whipped past my windows, and the engine’s growl filled the car.

We reached Pittsburg in what felt like no time at all. Fade finally eased up on the throttle, and I did the same, maintaining a careful distance. He turned off the main road and headed into a small parking lot that housed a donut shop and a Mexican restaurant. I watched as he backed into a spot, his eyes fixed on me the entire time.

I pulled into the empty spot beside him and turned off the engine. For a moment, I just sat there, catching my breath. Then, with a sense of resolve, I got out of the car and rounded the front, coming face to face with him.

“Fancy meeting you here, cupcake,” Fade said, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. He stayed on his bike, looking completely at ease despite having just been tailed for twenty miles.

I folded my arms over my chest and met his gaze. “You knew I was following you.”

He raised an eyebrow, and a smirk played at the corners of his mouth. “Of course I did. You weren’t exactly subtle.”

I rolled my eyes. “You drive like a maniac, you know that?”

Fade chuckled, shaking his head. “And you kept up pretty well. I’m impressed.”

“Why’d you leave like that?” I asked, cutting straight to the point. “You know I needed to talk to you.”

He sighed, his expression softening just a fraction. “I had some things to take care of. Besides, I figured you’d catch up if it were important enough.”

I took a step closer, my frustration giving way to curiosity. “What things did you have to take care of?”

“You don’t have a camera in my face. Am I supposed to answer that, or are we waiting for your two goons to get here?” he drawled.

“I don’t know why you’re fighting this so much. It’s just an interview. Hell, more than half of it is going to end up on the cutting room floor,” I said, exasperation creeping into my voice.

Fade leaned back against his bike, arms crossed. “Then what the hell is the point of doing it?” he countered, his tone edged with irritation.

I sighed, trying to keep my cool. “Because... because it’s what you have to do, and it’s my job.”

He pushed his sunglasses on top of his head, revealing those piercing blue eyes that always seemed to look straight through me. “Your job sucks, cupcake,” he said, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

I couldn’t help but notice just how striking his eyes were—clear and intense, like a summer sky. They contrasted sharply with his tousled brown hair, adding to the rugged charm that made it hard to stay mad at him for long.

“Cupcake.” Fade snapped his fingers in front of my face, snapping me out of my reverie. “You still with me here?”

I shook my head slightly, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. “Uh, yeah. Sorry, I got... distracted.”

Fade glanced around, trying to figure out what had caught my attention. Little did he know, it was him. He had distracted me.

There was no denying that Fade was handsome. His brown hair had just the right amount of tousle, giving him a perpetually windswept look that only added to his appeal. Those piercing blue eyes were captivating, full of intensity, and a hint of mischief. His devilish smile, the kind that promised trouble and excitement, was both infuriating and irresistible. He had a fit, muscular body that filled out his jeans and white T-shirt perfectly. The black motorcycle boots and leather cut with the club insignia on the back completed the look, giving him an air of danger and authority that was impossible to ignore.

“Seriously, cupcake,” Fade said, his smirk widening as he took in my flushed face. “What’s got you so distracted?”

I cleared my throat, trying to regain some semblance of composure. “Nothing. Just... thinking about how we can get through this interview with both of us being happy in the end.”

A sexy smile spread across Fade’s lips. “Happy ending, cupcake?”

“Not what I’m talking about, Fade,” I droned.

“But it could be what we are talking about,” he countered, a smirk playing on his lips.

I could feel myself being drawn in by his good looks—those piercing blue eyes, the tousled brown hair, and that devilish smile. His boyish charm was almost too much to resist, but I knew I had to stay focused.

I looked around and sighed. “Why the heck are we in Pittsburg?” I asked.

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