Page 18 of Maid for the Alien Prince

“You don’t need to enjoy it,” I informed her. “Just make yourself available to me.”

I held the door open for her. She glared at me as she passed through it. I gently closed it behind her.

So, I had found a new mate. The problem was resolved… but how many new problems had I just created?

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CAMILA

Well, Camila, you’ve really gotten yourself into a pickle this time.

I tore my blouses from my bedroom wardrobe and shoved them into the suitcase. They would be wrinkled and crumpled but I didn’t care.

I had snuck into the palace late at night, dodging what appeared to be extra security stationed around the palace. It made creeping inside a whole lot more difficult—but not impossible.

I was aware of three secret passages that would gain me entrance to the new Prince’s chambers, and as I worked through them in turn, I found the second—located at the base of the eastern wall behind a thick shrub—was devoid of guards.

I hastily crawled through it. It was a bit of a tight fit. I seemed to remember it being a lot larger than that. I decided I needed to lose some weight if I intended on using these secret passageways more in future. And with the deal I had struck with Rayaw, I didn’t think there was much chance I wouldn’t.

I had gone to speak with him, to encourage him not to prosecute my father, to find an amicable way for everyone to get what they wanted.

Prince Rayaw would get his antiques back (or at least the value of them) while my father’s reputation would remain intact and he could pursue a similar position at another noble house elsewhere.

Dad would get what he needed—what I wanted for him—and so would Rayaw…

My cheeks flushed red. He would get everything he wanted.

I knew I would have to pay a price, but I was thinking more along the lines of a high interest rate, not having to pay with my body!

I could pinpoint the exact moment his sadistic, twisted little mind had come up with his idea to use me as his sex slave. His eyes had alighted with newfound energy. He’d gotten up, dressed, and moved behind his desk, treating our exchange as if it was nothing more than a regular item on his business itinerary.

Next on the agenda: Find a female to fuck.

Item progress: Complete.

I growled under my breath as I grabbed great handfuls of underwear and jammed them in the luggage’s corners.

Why hadn’t I put up more resistance?

Why hadn’t I insisted on paying back with money?

Because he never would have accepted it, I thought. Because he might have retracted his offer. Because he might have changed his mind and prosecuted my father anyway.

I had thought that by talking with him—as he was a commoner who had come into great titles and wealth—that he might actually be more understanding to a regular working girl’s plight.

Boy, had I been wrong!

He was just like every other noble, always looking for his own personal angle, to take advantage as much as he could.

But there was a silver lining to all this craziness. The whole episode would be over in seven days.

Just seven days.

Yes, seven days could be an eternity while living them, but in the greater scheme of things, it wasn’t so long. Everything would go back to normal afterwards, although erasing the memories might take some real effort…

Working to pay him back for the priceless heirlooms would have taken me years—perhaps even decades. Although I hated to admit it, what Prince Rayaw offered was just about the only option available to me.

Except for running away.

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