Page 149 of The Prince's Bride: Beginning Forever

Marching toward him, I lifted my hand. Just as I was about to smack his head, he grabbed my arm and twisted it back before I could blink.

“Ah!”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” he said, letting go of me and walking into his home. “Go home, Wolfgang.”

“I will not! I’ve been given orders. I will sit out here until you decide to come back with me,” I called against the door.

I even knocked twice before taking a seat in front of the door, resting my back against it. If he wanted to be stubborn, then so would I. I wasn’t good at many things but being stubborn was one of them.

The idiot stayed outside my house until nearly midnight, and at that point, I wasn’t going to let him stay out in the dark, nor could he walk back. So eventually, I had to let him inside or risk having to explain how he died.

Troublesome.

Now he was eating soup and bread by the fire…as if I had left him at the north pole.

“So, are you coming back with me now?” he asked as he ripped the bread.

I sighed, tossing him a blanket and pillow before heading to bed. Taking off my boots, I prayed he wouldn’t keep talking, but I knew him better than that.

“You know what the hardest thing for me to understand is?”

I didn’t answer.

“What are you like in a relationship?” his voice snapped. “How do women stand you?”

“It’s been a long time since I dated a woman, so I’m not quite sure,” I replied and tried not to chuckle when he went silent. I glanced over at him. “Is that why you asked that question? To get my response and see if the papers were right?”

He frowned. “No, I asked because I’ve only ever seen you at work, Iskandar. I can’t imagine you outside of that.”

“Well, this is me outside of it.”

“I can’t tell the difference.”

“Your problem, not mine,” I replied, lying on my bed and closing my eyes when all of a sudden I could hear my phone buzzing on the counter.

“You aren’t going to get that?”

“No.”

“Why? It could be—”

“It’s my mother. She’ll tire herself out.” Eventually.

I heard him laugh. “So even you hide from your parents?”

“I don’t hide; I just ignore them.”

“Why?”

I frowned. “Wolfgang. Please go to sleep.”

“When you are quiet, when I saw the articles, I realized I don’t know you at all. Which was weird for me because I always felt like I did. That you and I were part of the same team. I had your back, you had my back…then you left without saying anything. And I realized, wow. This bastard really is cold.”

“Are you calling me a bastard?”

“Yes.”

“My parents are legitimately married, thank you.”

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