CHAPTER 6

“And the third?”

“The third, in the classroom, I fell in love with you.”

“Love? Don't you know what I do for a living?” She asked incredulously.

“What do you do?” He pushed back his shoulders, his eyes not detering from her round face even for a second.

“I'm a prostitute.”

“And?”

“‘And?’ You only get weirder the more I get to know you.”

“I believe I've led a more shameful life than you have. But I don't let it bother me.”

“Obviously, we're from very different social classes.”

“Which is why you should take advantage of my feelings for you.”

She drew in a deep breath and sighed.

“My entire life, I've never put this much effort in anything, Natalie. All the girls I've been with fell for me first.”

His intense gaze made her look away from his eyes, pushing her bob cut behind her ear.

“Let me ask you a question. Do you truly have absolutely no interest in me?”

She not being able to answer the question was enough response for him.

“I'll take it that henceforth, you're my girlfriend.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“I… I don't think I can be with you.”

“You can't keep keeping me at arm's length. I won't give up, so you'll be the one giving in in the end.”

“I… I've never had a boyfriend before.”

He chuckled, understanding where she's coming from. “I don't mind.”

“I don't know how it goes. I don't know what's expected of me.”

“I'll teach you. All you have to do is trust me.”

She pursed her lips, doubting if she's doing the right thing. But whatever, she could always break up with him if it gets too hard. And it's not like a lady like her could make much difference, could she?

“So, what’d you like to do? The night's still young.”

“Let's do what you want to do.”

He exhaled sharply. “Let's go for a drive.”

“Aren't you drunk?”

“A glass of wine won't even get me tipsy.” He stood up straight. “But if you're worried, Jonas can drive. I believe you can't drive?”

“No, I can't. Who's Jonas?”

“My equerry, like an attendant.”

“The rogue looking guy?”

He smiled. “Yes, you'll be seeing him a lot henceforth. He does everything for me and also protects me.”

“Oh.” She expressed.

He stretched out his hand, and she slipped her slender fingers between his.

***

She woke up the next morning cuddled up in Isaac's arms. After a long drive and a few stops last night, she's so exhausted that she drifted to sleep immediately her body touched the mattress.

She slowly detached from him and noticed she's not in the bodycon dress she came in last night. The dress was nowhere in sight, but her coat lay on the couch where she dumped it before falling asleep.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror and could feel her skin warm up at the thought of Isaac changing her into his shirt. Oh my!

She headed to the en suite to freshen up because judging by how high up the sun was, she's almost running late for class. She'll have to go to the dorm and change before heading to the lecture hall.

Isaac must've really planned for her to stay over as there were extra supplies in the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later, and she's out after a refreshing bath, Isaac is awake but still lying on the bed.

“Good morning. I hope I didn't wake you up.”

“No.” He replied yawningly. “When is your class?”

“10. Can I use this?” She picked a bottle of lotion from the dresser.

“Yeah, I had them get it for you. Feel free to use anything.” He pulled the duvet off his body, hit the intercom bell, and got out of bed.

“Wow, thanks.” She grinned to herself. She was totally loving this new feeling.

Isaac went to the closet and took out a pyjamas. “Put this on for breakfast. Your clothes should be ready by now.” He laid the mint feather trim satin cloth on the bed. “It was enough hassle undressing you, so I went for an easier option.”

“You should've just woken me up. Oh my, it's lovely.” She gushed, picking it up and holding it against her robe-clad body while staring at the mirror.

Isaac held her arm and turned her around, slipping his lip between hers for a warm kiss. “Let's greet like so henceforth.”

She flushed and nodded.

“You slept so soundly, of course I wouldn't want to disturb you.”

She smiled, creasing her smooth facial skin.

Natalie had a delicate curvy physique and a natural beige skin tone, which appreciated a lot of natural colours, he believed. Her facial features could fit for a model, round curved brows atop upturned eyes, her nose was long and narrow with a pierced nostril, her lips well… they're beckoning.

He kissed her again, and she buried her face in the crook of his neck but was prompted to pull back at the feel of his body temperature. “You're running a temperature.” She voiced worriedly.

“Do not be bothered, I'm as good as new.”

“But you _”

“Shush. Do not speak of it. Get dressed, and let's have breakfast.” He backed off, and there's a knock at the door as she got dressed.

“Jonas here, Your Highness.” Jonas’ deep voice rumbled through the barrier.

Isaac unlocked the door and slid it ajar. “Is everything set?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“I'll be driving her to school. Set the shower while I eat.”

“Okay, your Highness.”

“Let the stylists in.”

“Okay.”

Three women walked in with a garment rack containing a number of outfits fit for a day in school.

Amazing! Natalie gasped, her palms flying to her lips.

“Pick what you like.” He offered, finding her more and more adorable.

“Any one?”

“Any number.”

She shuffled through the fabrics and settled for boyfriend jeans, which she coupled with a crop top and jacket. The stylists got her jewellery pieces that'd go with it and a tote bag and loafers.

“Let's have breakfast first before you dress.” Isaac said after patiently waiting through their decision-making.

“Okay.” She hopped out of the room, and her happiness warmed up Isaac's heart.

He followed after her to the table set for two, and Jonas pulled a seat for him while one of the cooks did so for Natalie.

Isaac chose his dishes from the varieties while Natalie opted for a bit of everything she could put down while not failing to notice the ‘godly’ treatment her boyfriend was receiving.

He has to be part of a royal family, right? Only that could explain why he's been referred to as ‘Your Highness’.

But were royalties highly revered as to even having a servant wipe their lips as they eat?

Wow. Could he be a son to the Premier? Natalie thought.

“So you live in the dorm?”

She hurriedly swallowed her food to answer him. “Yes.”

“Are you comfortable there?”

“We're two in a room. It's much more comfortable than the cathouse.”

“You quit?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

She filled her lungs with a sharp breath. “It was becoming too much. And I've always wanted to go to school.”

“It must've been a hard choice for you.”

“Not really.” She smiled at him. “I've always wanted to try living differently.”

“Did you face any challenges?”

“Yes, of course. But they were nothing unheard of.”

“Be sure to let me know whenever you need anything. If it doesn't involve anything supernatural, I'd be able to assist.”

“Okay, I will.” She smiled coyly.

They finished eating, and Isaac went in for a bath while she got dressed. Natalie knew she was in for a lot of surprises, seeing how everything was done for him. The only thing he did was bathe himself, but down to cleaning his ears, the servants did that.

He was a royal, obviously, and yes, they lived in an absolute monarchy, but it's not like he is the king of Bardaen or something…

Her eyes flashed, and her mind went blank as the thought struck her. No, it can't be possible that... wait, Isaac Bardekk…

Her eyes focused on him as Jonas perfumed him while he stood there, facing the mirror.

She unfolded her arms and stood straight as he approached her, a warm smile on his face.

“Let's go, we should reach on time.”

He can't possibly be related to the Bardaen empire, right?