Page 57 of Royal Shark
Chapter Twelve
Sara
I cannot believe my eyes. Chloe is naked with a light blue bedsheet wrapped around her. My eyes snap back to tough guy. A murderous rage pumps through my blood. “What the hell is going on here? How old are you?”
He looks back to Chloe. “I’ll leave you to your visitor.” He swaggers back to the bedroom. I hope to get dressed.
Seriously, WTF. I step inside. “What is happening right now?” I know, but I don’t want it to be true. She’s eighteen! She does not know this man!
Chloe sighs. “Relax. It’s no big deal.”
I scowl and cross my arms. “I thought you were studying.”
“I was, but then I thought, how often will I be in Villroy? I should see more of it.”
“Yes, Villroy! Not—” I jab a finger in the direction of the bedroom “—whoever that is! We were supposed to see the cottage together.”
The sheets slips, and she readjusts it around her.I can’t even.“I know, but you were busy with your game, and I didn’t want to wait.”
I stare as the man who defiled my sister steps out of the bedroom, wearing a snug gray T-shirt with his jeans, and casually walks into the kitchen.
“Who is that guy?” I whisper fiercely.
“Michael. He’s a palace guard.”
“Do you only sleep with guys named Michael?” That was the name of her fuck buddy from nerd camp.
She smiles, her head tilting to the side. “How funny. I hadn’t made the connection. Totally random.”
“So you just showed up here, asked for the tour, and stripped naked?”
“More like I asked for the tour, he was kind enough to give it to me, and I only remembered the kitchen. We sat and had some tea.”
“And then he ripped your clothes off?” I’m sure Michael was the aggressor here. The man oozes testosterone. I’ll kick his ass, or at least go to his boss. Adrian will definitely hear about this. Palace guards are supposed to protect, not seduce innocent student visitors.
“Is that how your dates go?” Chloe asks with an amused look.
“This isn’t funny! And it’s not about me. What am I supposed to think? You’re wearing a bedsheet.”
“I’m not sure why I have to explain myself to you, but here it is, the whole sordid story. Ready?”
I nod once, trying to keep a neutral expression while bracing myself for the worst. The lines of communication are open.
She goes on. “I explained why I was here to Michael, you know, trying to remember our parents. He shared that he’s also an orphan. We talked for a while, and then he invited me to stay for dinner. I suggested a kiss instead, and he took the hint. Things progressed nicely from there.”
Some hint.I run a hand through my hair. No judgment. She shared—lines of communication are good—and that’s the important part. “Okay, so get dressed. Then you can give me the tour, and we’ll go back to the palace for dinner.”
She looks toward the kitchen, where Michael is. “I want to stay here a little longer. He says he’ll take me back to the palace whenever I want. I’ll text you when I’m on my way.”
“I texted you earlier, you know.”
She smiles, her green eyes sparkling. “I was busy at the time.”
I clench my jaw. My little sister has fuck buddies. I didn’t want this for her. I wanted her to have boyfriends, guys who treat her special. I wanted her to have everything I couldn’t have. I’m the broken one. I dedicated myself to keeping her whole.
“Sara, you said you wanted me to have some fun in college, so now I am.”
“This isn’t college!” I work for a level, reasonable tone. “And I didn’t mean this kind of fun.”
