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Writer's P O V
**Three days later **
"So, what exactly are you looking for, Ethan? What do you wanna do with the information you gain?" Lilian asked her brother curiously.
"Nothing much. It might make the headlines or may not. I noticed that everything on the net wasn't all. There is something I wanna know. The king killed Amanda's family obviously but Amanda left with his son."
"There is something that is not clear and I want to find out everything I can about this case," Ethan replied her.
"Should I tell Pink about this then?" Lilian asked.
"No, you shouldn't. It's just my thing, there is no need for her to know," Ethan shook his head in reply. A knock suddenly came at the door.
Ethan and Lilian stared at themselves, confused.
"You expecting anyone today?" Ethan asked Lilian.
"No," Lilian shook her head in reply. Another heavy knock came at the door again.
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"Seriously, Derek. You should behave well and focus on your exams. I want you to also forget about everything that happened here temporary," Lilian said into the phone.
"Yeah, I'll try," Derek mumbled to her in reply.
"So, have you seen Tess since you arrived?" Pink asked.
Derek huffed out a little before answering.
"No, I have been in doors since I got here. Be fast with whatever you're doing there so you can join me here. It's boring without you."
"Um...sure. we'll speak later then. Bye," Pink said and cut the line.
She sighed and relaxed back on the bed, wondering how she was gonna meet the 'supposed king' who murdered all her family, even extended family members.
But just then, the door opened and Prince Reagan entered her room.
She kept staring at him as he closed the door, after that, he relaxed his back against the door with a stick of cigarette on the brim of his lips.
"Has your brother arrived your apartment there yet?" Prince Reagan asked staring back at Pink.
"Yes, just finished speaking with him now." Pink answered standing up from the bed. She started approaching him.
"Have you asked him yet?"
Prince Reagan's brows cocked up at Pink's question.
"Who? Asked what?" He questioned clearly confused.
"Your father. The king," Pink supplied.
"Do you know the reason he did that?"
Prince Reagan sighed already knowing where the conversation was heading to.
"No, I couldn't. I don't even know how to bring the topic up without making him suspect much," Prince Reagan cringed in reply.
"You need to do that. I need to know my family's offense, aside the fact that the internet said my mother committed adultery. What other sin did my family commit for the king to kill them off that way. Why wasn't Derek and I killed off too but ended up in America? Why can't I or Derek remember anything from our past?" Pink asked, her voice becoming louder.
"I don't know. I'm also curious," Prince Reagan huffed out, he left the door then strode to the bed to sit. Pink turned back to face him.
"Well, if you can't ask him. Take me to him, I'll ask him," Pink stated.
"No, you'll be risking your own life. I don't want that," Prince Reagan refused.
Pink walked to the bed to meet him again.
"It doesn't matter, as long as I get something out of him," Pink said bobbing her head sideways.
"What makes you think he'll even answer you?" Prince Reagan questioned.
A mischievous grin appeared on Pink's face.
"I want to be your mistress. A real one, make me one," Pink demanded. Her request shocked Prince Reagan. He remained still and continued staring at her without uttering a word.
"Why? You don't want me anymore?" Pink asked, sitting down beside him.
"I..I'm surprised. What are you planning to do? You have something in mind," prince Reagan mouthed, briefly puffing out smoke from his mouth.
"I have nothing bad in mind. Just to be able to meet him. If he hears that his son's mistress wants an audience with him. I'm sure he'll create time to meet me. And also speak with me,"Pink uttered.
"I don't want you meeting him," Prince Reagan shook his head in refusal. It annoyed Pink a lot.
"Why?" She half yelled.
"You might also bump into his wife. I don't want them picking new interest in you or going further with investigation concerning you, Prince Reagan responded.
"So, is that a no? You aren't making me your mistress anymore?" Pink inquired fisting her hand tight.
Prince Reagan stared at her fisted hands and without warning, pulled her close and planted his lips on hers.
His sudden behaviour was unexpected at all. It made Pink's body become rigid. She didn't respond to his kiss nor did she push him away. She just remained in a position as prince Reagan sucked and bite on her lower lip.
His hand started running up her back, to her bare back. Pink came back to life when she felt prince Reagan unhook her bra.
She gasped into the kiss and tried pushing him away but his hold on her was very tight. Pink didn't resist much again, she gave herself into the kiss.
Due to the fact that she was on just a singlet and a bra made it easier for prince Reagan to continue undressing her.
"Oh...you don't know how long I've planned on doing this," Prince Reagan murmured into the kiss that was now becoming hot.
In seconds, Prince Reagan was on top of Pink, her bra out, her top and shorts out.
Prince Reagan was trying to bury himself inside her when Pink abruptly stopped him.
"Are you making me your mistress or not?" Pink questioned.
Prince Reagan grumbled, unhappy with her actions. But then he mouthed a 'yes' to her.
Pink relaxed back on the bed, happy that her plan will soon be achieved. She let out a long throaty moan when she felt prince Reagan push his already hardened c**k into her.
***
**America. London.**
Just as Derek dropped a dish he recently used into the sink. A light knock came at the door.
He dried his hand on his body before reaching for the door.
He unlocked the door and opened it to see Tess there. Derek stared at her from head to toe to notice that she has lost a lot of weight, her skin colour has also changed and she is wearing a pink hoodie that is hiding her hair.
His eyes met back with hers.
"Derek," she smiled at him before hugging him.
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