The Crown Prince's Love

I should be happy that I was back with the man I love, or used to love. I should have been happy that I would have a life of royals, and my child wouldn't grow up as I did without support, but I wasn't. Because at the end of it all, I had fallen for a prince who didn't want me if not for the baby.

"That is it, Desmond. We will argue no more," Randy responded sounding upset, and then he continued.

"When does this stupid staircase end?" I let out a groan because we had been walking forever.

As if it was on cue, Randy reached the top of the stairs, and two guards standing at the front of a door opened it wide, we walked into an amazing room that revealed a lavish brown couch, a king sized bed that I never believed I would sleep on in my entire life.

"How many people are supposed to sleep on this bed?"

Randy didn't reply as he brought me down and gently placed me on the bed. "I..." I tried to say something but he cut me off.

"This is your room and your bed only. Your bathroom is yours only, and there," he pointed to a door at the left side of the room, "connects to my room. I want to be around you to be..."

"Be around me?" My heart pounded in my chest. "Do you have any idea what you are saying? There is no way I am..."

"We are to be married. My father is already against this marriage. Do you want it to be more than that?"

My eyes widened and I burst into bitter laughter. "You think that I would sleep with you again?"

"Why not?" he replied calmly. "You have slept with me before, and you...."

"I did," I cut him off. "I slept with you because I thought you were a normal man. A man who isn't a liar and a playboy. A man that I thought I had a future with!"

"And you do now because we are getting married."

I laughed bitterly again. "We are getting married because your fiancée ran away," I stood up from the bed and headed towards him, "And also because I am carrying your child. If your fiancée had not ended things, you wouldn't even know that I am having your child because you abandoned me!"

"Desmond, are we doing this? I already told you about why I couldn't contact you. This is different, and I..."

"Really!" I screamed at him. "I was your filthy secret, right? Oh goodness," I heaved a deep sigh and then laughed even though it was not funny. "Well," I rubbed my hair.

"The entire world will know my name now."

"I am going to make the marriage work, but I..."

"Dream on. There is no way I am going to allow you to get anywhere near my body ever again!"

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Randy groaned. "I thought we shared a mutual feeling and..."

"I trusted you," my voice broke as I screamed again. "The only reason I came back to find you was that I didn't want my child to end up like me who doesn't have a father. I had thought that meeting you would make me feel safe about my future, but you are a liar! I will marry you, but I don't think I would ever trust you again!" I paused and sighed. "It is for the baby. I will marry you in name, but I won't be your husband!"

I noticed how his face hardened. "Are you saying this, Desmond? You expect me to be celibate for the rest of my life."

"Go around and sleep with anyone you want since you are a playboy prince, but you are not coming anywhere near me."

He scoffed. "Well, we shall see," he said, his tone tinged with a hint of threat, but I refused to yield.

"There's nothing to see because this is my decision. Unless you're the type to force people into situations they don't want, you'll never have me in your bed again!"

"Desmond," he muttered through clenched teeth. "I don't force anyone. You should know that. I only said 'we shall see' because I believe I can change your mind."

I frowned at him, brushing off his words, though secretly, they stirred something within. "Never, Randy."

Randy didn't speak, instead, he closed the distance between us and wrapped his arms around me.

My knees trembled, a reminder of the significance he held for me. Yet, his piercing blue eyes captivated me, consuming my thoughts.

"I.." I tried to protest, but his lips met mine forcefully.

The kiss was commanding, and I found myself giving in. I clung to him, unable to resist the intensity of the moment.

It's hard to admit, but I had missed kissing him. Three months had passed without his touch, and this experience eclipsed my memories.

As he released me, a smirk danced on his lips. "As I mentioned, we shall see," he chuckled, leaving me alone with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

"Stupid, stupid!" I screamed, falling onto the bed. I could have resisted him, but my longing was overpowering. I closed my eyes, jolting back to reality as I noticed several onlookers, among them Randy's tamiliar gaze.

"I had a dream," I blurted out, disregarding the stares. "I dreamt that I was pregnant with your child."

Randy's eyes widened, disbelief evident in his expression. "What... what?"

"I don't understand the dream either," I replied, rubbing my eyes. "It was weird," I said, though deep down, I sensed it held a deeper meaning.