Chapter 67

Celia

There was the prince, standing in his grey pants and a blue button down and waiting for me to hurl accusations at him. He did not offer any explanation, nor did he give any indication if he wanted me in the room or not.

Our eyes had just met but he quickly tore his gaze away from me and he began gathering his stuff as if I wasn’t standing there.

That infuriated me even more. Just what did he think of himself?

I was the one who had sucked him dry, left him feeling high and breathless and then I had been dismissed to my room.

He had not even been courteous enough to pluck me off my feet and deposit me on my bed, maybe tuck me in my sheets.

But what was I thinking? Jasper would never do that.

An awkward silence filled the room as he began walking out of the room.

I wanted to wipe that smug look off his face so I simply marched towards him, my hands placed on my hips as he stepped away.

“Are you just going to pretend that that did not happen?”

I asked angrily and he ignored me comp