I tried to remember but couldn't, I saw him move his lids.
Quickly I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes tightly, pretending to be asleep.
"Good morning Val".
I heard him say.
I tried not to frown so as not to sell my pretend act.
I swear I won't forgive him if I find out he got me into his bed but how, was I drunk or something.
How did I end up here? I could remember coming to the house because of Zoey's bleeding prank.
Then I received a cake box which the maid said she guessed to be for Zoey.
Could it be the cake?...or was it a set up by Mr Prince?
"I know you must be wondering how you ended up here, I swear I didn't even lay a finger on you last night, so please don't judge me so fast".
He said that as if he could read my mind.
Don't judge so fast he said? Oh pardon me for having such thoughts after his brutal harassment the other day, I said in my mind, still pretending to be asleep.
"You were overly excited when I got back home, I was shocked to see you and even more shocked that you acted strangely towards me. I tried as much as possible to avoid following your requests because I am not a monster anymore, Val.
I was toxic and selfish , I treated you like a whore and I don't deserve you but I wanted to show you I am human with feelings, human who wants nothing but to protect care and most importantly love you without looking for way to take advantage of you, I don't want you to leave the company Val, I need you.
I need you to stay, I am throwing away my ego and everything I was taught to believe in, I want to be your type of man, your ideal man".
To be frank I don't know how to react to his apology, I felt like crying but no I am not going to cry or believe him just yet, and he will never be my ideal man, I am not in any way attracted to toxic men.
"Also you were high because of the cakes".
I heard him speak to me again.
I opened my eyes this time and looked at him shocked,
"What was in the cake!"
"A ...a drug"he stuttered.
"You drugged me? You are a monster, you devil!"
I gasped with widened eyes, my head spinning at the thought of how he must have used me like a sex doll afterwards.
"Please hear me out. You got it wrong Val! It wasn't meant for you but me"he replied softly.
"Then why did the maid say it's for Zoey?"
"Because they are cupcakes so they guessed it was for Zoey! This is not all my fault Val you shouldn't have eaten what isn't yours".
I frowned at that statement.
"You are blaming me? You expect me to stare at the cakes or what?"
"It's not even yours Val".
He said even gently.
I hate to imagine what could have happened last night, but he swore that he didn't touch me, now I am wrong I should find something to cover up.
"Now what if Zoey had taken the cake instead of me?"
He smirked.
"Zoey is allergic to Soy cakes so I am not really careless about her, she did rather die than eat it, it was written boldly on the package, also I ordered it so she will know it's for me".
I scoffed at him.
What's with that smirk, he thinks this is funny?
I folded my hands and looked out of the window trying to remember if I did anything stupid or embarrassing, GOD help me I can't stand it.
A hand cycled my waist, I tried to get free but he held me back.
"When you got excited, you were gushing and adoring me, that means you do care about me, right?"he whispered huskily into my ear.
My cheeks stained pink, I pushed him away from me.
"Don't act cocky with me, it was a love drug of something similar, you set me up!"
He chuckled and stared at me with his head leaning on the wall opposite me, and his hands folded.
"Why will I put a love portion when you are already In Love with me?"
What...he never gets tired of raising his shoulder and thinking so full of himself.
"And who told you I am in love with you? And what do you need a drug infused cake for?"
"It helps me with anxiety and depression and then heartbreak is new to the list".
He replied with a knowing smile.
I scoffed again.
"I didn't know the devil can also have anxiety".
He went suddenly quiet and his face pale.
"In case you are wondering what happened last night I will help you remember"he said coldly then suddenly he hugged me, then knelt down trying to act cute.
"Oh my gosh Val your nipples are so excited to see me".
What! I was so confused and angry at that statement.
"Oh Val when you are angry you look so cute please show me your Pusey".
I slapped the remaining words out of the lips and regretted it immediately.
"You hate how that sounds , funny that's how you harassed me but I never hit you, everyone might find it cute because it was a lady but I am a man.
I will get hit even when I was only explaining myself"he stood up and rubbed his cheek.
I was staring at him with tears embedded in my eyes.
"When you are ready to leave, my driver will take you home" he said quietly and went into the bathroom.
I stood there trying my best to fight back my tears. I was sad after his statement, I lost it and slapped him for no reason.
I didn't know what to say anymore, I shouldn't have hit him, I was so blinded with hatred and emotions that I did that, without thinking. He makes a lot of sense with his explanation yet...
I closed my eyes and let those tears roll down and get the hell out of my blurry eyes.
I had to apologize but how, this is too embarrassing, should I drop a note?
****PRINCE'S POV****
I got into the bathroom and stared at the mirror, my cheek was hot and red , I walked my face before getting into the tub.
She hit the cheek so hard, must have hated me so much.
I tried all I could but she still hates me. Now what I don't understand is, how can she hate me but when influenced by the drug all she wanted was to be with me instead of kill me.
I sighed and closed my eyes.
"When you fall In Love trust me, you will not want to hurt her".
That was my mother's voice addressing me years ago.
"Then I won't fall In Love so I can beat her anytime I want".
Seven years old me had replied with every toxic masculine will in me.
I opened my eyes and smirked at my reflection.
"I guess I disappointed him".
After the bath, I got out of the bedroom, she was gone.
I walked to my bed and found a note on the bed. I stare at it for sometime, arguing whether I should read or ignore her completely.
There are thousands of women out there better, I sighed and smirked at the paper.
"But not like her", I replied to the inner voice in my head.