Chapter 65: The prince wants my girl

Zoe gasped and hit my shoulder.

Show a little respect.

She bowed her head. Good morning your highness.

I looked at her confused. Then it hit me. This was the prince, the younger one, Damon.

I bowed my head slightly.

There's no need for all that. He said with that same smile plastered on his face.

What do we owe this honor to? Zoe asked him.

Damon's smile turned sheepish. Uhmm.. actually I came here for you. He said pointing to her.

Me? Zoe replied confused.

Yes, you. You're very pretty. He said.

Oh.

I fought back a smile as realization dawned on me. Damon had come to us because he found Zoe attractive and wanted to get to know her better.

The look on Zoe's face changed from confusion to realization, then shock.

Uhmm.. thank you. She replied, unsure what to say in reply to that.

Damon was not ugly. In fact he was quite attractive and she was sure a lot of girls would be happy to be with him.

But she had someone else on her mind. Someone who she had just shared a bed with.

So I wanted to get to know you more. Damon continued with that smooth voice of his. Sёarch* The Nôvel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Zoe looked at me uncertainly. It was the briefest of glances, barely lasting a second.

However Damon didn't miss it.

Oh. He said as he put two and two together.

We were walking together so early in the morning with our hairs and clothes disheveled. In addition to that, she looked at me when he expressed his desire for her.

It didn't take a genius to figure out there was something between us.

Damon raised his hands in a surrendering gesture. I didn't know, I didn't mean to… He trailed off.

No no. I said hastily.

The prince looked at me.

We're not… it's not what.. I stammered, unsure what to say.

What could I say anyway? That we weren't a thing? Or that he was free to talk to her?

Even if I didn't feel anything for Zoe besides the faintest of attraction, I couldn't exactly say that to her face could I?

From the way she looked at me for assurance, she obviously regarded me as more than a sex bag.

I glanced at her from the corner of my eyes.

Her lips were curled up in an upturned grimace. She was pissed off by my denial.

I wasn't bothered, I knew exactly what to say to gaslight her into forgiving me.

No it's perfectly fine. Damon said. Sorry to interrupt you two.

He turned and walked away.

What a nice dude.

That was weird huh? I said to Zoe but she kept quiet and sullenly began to walk.

I could have pressed her to tell me what was wrong and apologized or gaslight her into forgiving me, but I wasn't in the mood.

Besides it's better to let women stew in their anger for a while before apologizing.

That way, by the time you apologize, theyve been waiting for the apology for long now and they're eager to listen.