Trapped with Royal

Pamela's p.o.v

I didn't know how I always ended up with psychopaths. Were they really my type or I just had bad taste?

It felt like hours had passed before Royal walked back into the room with a tray of food in hand.

"You're still up, good" He said as he placed the food on the table. He was in sweatpants and a hoodie, fully clothed as he should be.

"What did you expect? That I'd be passed out like sleeping beauty, you've caged me like a fucking prisoner!" I yelled, pulling against the cuffs.

"I've been gone an hour, Pamela," He said. Well, it felt like more.

"Relax, I'm taking them off now" He announced as he approached me.

"Do not tell me to "relax", Royal you can't just pin me down like this!" I yelled and he smirked.

"I didn't ask you to invade my thoughts, body and soul but you did anyways so I'd say we're getting even although I know we never will because you love that asshole" He said and I scrunched my face.

"Charles is not the asshole, he might as well be the only sane man I k