Page 47 of His Beloved Princess
"Isn't it obvious?" he countered, slowly moving the pink diamond heart in my direction. "I want you to come back with me."
I smiled bitterly, placing my mug on the table. I leaned into my seat, crossed my legs, and stared into his stoic face. I wanted nothing else but to sit on his lap and hug him, feeling his warmth on my skin. But simultaneously, I was disgusted with myself for being so weak. I shouldn't forget what he had done because he drove three hundred miles into the middle of nowhere and said he wanted me back.
"What about Miss Adelaine?" I inquired, trying to notice a change in his demeanor, but it was still the same. He was prepared for me to attack him with her.
"She doesn't mind sharing," he answered nonchalantly, and I gasped. I grabbed the first thing that was in my reach and threw it at him. It was a big, ugly brown cushion, probably older than me, and it didn't do much damage.
Bastian caught it with ease and chuckled.
Shit! He was making fun of me and of this whole situation.
"Princess," he addressed me in a gentle voice when I crossed my arms over my chest, glaring at him. I didn't react; I was trying to kill him with my eyes for making jokes out of this. "I'm sure you misunderstood this thing between Rose and me."
"Oh, really?" I spat, digging my nails into my arms. The anger wanted to take over me, and I had a hard time controlling my voice. I was almost screaming at him. "What exactly is that thing?"
"Safety," was his response, and I tilted my head to the side, furrowing my eyebrows.
"Safety?" I echoed, watching him as he nodded. I really regretted that I hadn't read their contract. "Are you her bodyguard?"
"Princess, please," he groaned, rubbing his eyes, but I wasn't in the mood for a guessing game. He should've come here, been nice, and begged me for forgiveness, but he acted like we were talking about something insignificant, not our relationship!
"Don't ‘princess’ me, Bastian!" I raised my voice, feeling the anger and pain bubbling just under the surface. He flashed me a warning glance—the one that usually stopped my tantrum short—but this time, it didn't work.
I was furious with him. I refused to tolerate him and his commands. He lied to me and probably cheated on me with that goose, which led to a feeling of absolute humiliation. Everything between us was built on a lie, and he just couldn't provide a full explanation or, at least, a proper apology.
"Don't bark at me, Electra. I didn't come here to argue," he stated. I noticed a warning in his voice, but he held no power over me. He broke our contract and violated the terms; I wasn't his submissive anymore.
That realization hurt my heart so much that I had to grab the edge of the couch and take another few deep breaths. Otherwise, I would have started crying. I was worriedthat this conversation would end our relationship, yet we were already apart. More than a week ago, when I found that fucking piece of paper, we were finished.
"Why are you here, then?" I hissed through gritted teeth, narrowing my eyes at him. Anger was the only thing that kept me from crumbling. I knew this man only for a few months, but I believed he was my soulmate. He should have been the one.
"I want to explain..." he started soothingly, and it felt as if he was looking directly into my soul, but his words only infuriated me more.
"Explain?" I yelled, rising to my feet because I couldn't sit still any longer. "What the fuck do you want to explain? That you're with her and with me at the same time!"
I wanted to punch him, smash that handsome face, and claw those beautiful crystal-blue orbs out. I'd never experienced such a strong desire to hurt someone, and it truly scared me how violent my thoughts were.
"I'm not with her!" he rumbled, standing as well. I instinctively backed away from him because he always looked bigger and scarier when he was angry. "You are the only woman in my life."
"How stupid do you think I am?" I clenched my palms into tight fists, glaring at him from a safe distance. This dominating posture of his was dangerous for me. I craved to wrap my arms around him, hide my face in his chest, and breathe in his scent while listening to the strong beats of his heart. But just as I started succumbing to the familiar feeling of calmness that the thoughts about him provided, Rose's grinning face appeared in front of my eyes.
"Electra, stop with this nonsense and let me explain," he said sternly, knowing I was powerless against his dominance. He was using my weaknesses against me. I was sure he wanted to manipulate me into forgiving him and moving on.
"So, this is nonsense for you!" I threw my arms helplessly in the air, pushing back the tears. I was ashamed of myself for not being strong enough to send him to hell withhisnonsense! And that's when the idiotic idea struck me, and I followed that thought without hesitation or thinking about the consequences.
"You know what? Fuck this! I'm done!" I turned on my heels, stomping out of the living room, but I only took three steps before he grabbed my arm, swiftly spinning me around and making me bump into his wide chest.
"What did you say?" His hoarse whisper was ringing in my ears like some scary melody. Even when I shouted at him like a lunatic, he gave me a chance to change my words. It didn’t matter; I was too furious to see that opportunity.
"I'm done, Bastian," I replied, wriggling to escape his hold. "I don't want to live with you or work for you. I want all of this to end!"
My heart broke all over again when I saw his devastated face. For a second, I thought that he would start shaking me to get me to return to my usual self, and maybe it would have worked. However, he didn't do such a thing. He would never touch me without my consent. That much I was sure of.
"Okay," he breathed, backing away from me. The more distance he put between us, the more I felt as though loneliness and pain were taking hold of my heart. I loved him. God! I loved him so much that it felt impossible after such a short time, but I couldn't overcome the betrayal deep inside me.
I couldn't trust him. After everything I'd been through with my mother and past boyfriends, I finally felt wanted, protected, and loved. But it was only a fantasy—a stupid fairytale. Of course, he would rather spend his life with a woman like Rose over me.
"I don't have time to deal with this later," he said mournfully, staring somewhere behind me. He looked so lost. His expression matched my feelings perfectly. "Let's go back to the city. You'll take your stuff from my apartment and work, and we can go our separate ways."
