The Prince and The Charming

7. The Engagement

“No! I could care less about anyone or anything. I am so not going!”

Isabella huffed pacing back and forth in the middle of the living room of her apartment complex.

It was a beautifully designed, luxurious apartment, with a huge living room, a sufficient bar kitchen attached to it, with two bedrooms, led by a corridor on the corner opposite to the kitchen. She flopped down on the brown couch huffing in exhaustion.

Matt rolled his eyes, listening to Isabella’s same rant for the past two hours.

She looked over at clock and it was still five, she had two hours to get ready.

“Isabella… You and I both know you don't have a choice.” he complained trying to convince her for the date that prince Charlie had asked for.

“That asshole just wants to show me down, nothing more and there's no way I'm letting him crush me again!” she told him, telling him her allegiance with the royal family.

“So? Don't let him have the benefit of the doubt that he won over you and scared you.” Matt slipped down right next to her, patting her shoulder, “You need to show, you're a strong independent b***h! And you're scared of no man.”

Isabella looked at him anxiously. She knew what was his main motto behind his whole lecture and she couldn't judge him, if she were so be in his place, she would've done the same.

Heaving a breath of agitation, she groaned throwing her head back on the couch.

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Isabella stood in front of the wall mirror, in her mahogany furnished bedroom. The black laced dress hugged her body perfectly, emphasizing on the right curves, showing a deep browse of her chest with an appropriate flash of cleavage, molding her breasts perfectly. The cuts over the waist from the sides showed appropriate amount of her tanned skin. The slit reached up to her left upper thigh as she tried her best to not to flash a lot of skin.

Lacking the appropriate dress for the night, she was dependent on Matt’s assistants, who dressed up her and painted her lips hot red, leaving her hair in loose curls and dressing her up for the event.

“I still believe, it's too much of skin.” she complained to the blond Riley who stood next to her, waving her hair in natural curls.

She rolled her eyes at Isabella, “Stop complaining, you look perfect. You're lucky you're not a lesbian or else I would've totally done you.” she s*****d her butt making her jump up in surprise.

As the clock struck exact seven, the bell to her apartment rung up. She wished that somehow a miracle would've happened where Charlie wouldn't have known her address and wouldn't have been able to find her but no! It was Charlie were talking about, he would search a dead fossil out of the dunes of the ancient Egypt if he has to, just for the sake of his own pleasure.

With her heart, racing, palms sweating and guts shaking, Isabella took in a sharp breath, opening up the door expecting to be a chauffeur but to her surprise, it was The Prince Charlie, himself.

He was leaning against the door frame but straightened up as he saw Isabella. Her perfect curves, waves of hair, her hot red burning lips and her sleek flashing leg. He checked her out head to toe just for the sake of his own pleasure and of course sensing how awkward it made her feel. He smirked resting his eyes on her exposed cleavage, sensing the heaviness of her molds.

“So we're going or what?” she interrupted, offended by his stuck gaze over her body.

He looked up into her eyes and she could sense the same glare of mischief he always gave her before pulling her down. “Let's go!”

She followed him in, down the car where they got inside his Lamborghini. She noticed how he got inside the car without opening up her door and realized he was still an egoistic chauvinist as she remembered.

She pulled her legs over each other, maintaining a distance from Charlie as he noticed her uncomfortable attitude he smirked. Thinking of ways to begin her torture during the ride.

“I wonder how you were able to achieve such a high position in such a young age.”

He commented making look at his face, as he looked with utter evilness.

She rolled her eyes back, looking outside the window pane, “Got an early promotion.” she pointed out, keeping the conversation light.

He chuckled a bit too harshly, “Of course. So who was it? I've met the CEO Alejandro Santiago, he's a good catch. So how did he promote you? On top or below him?”

Isabella closed her eyes, holding back herself from slamming his head with her five-inch pencil heels. She clearly understood the double meaning of his sentences.

“He's a respectable man.” she said coarsely, “I earned my place on my own. Just right in the middle.” she looked at him with a wide fake smile.

Rolling her eyes, she looked away and he noticed how tough she had become, not putting herself down. But he had the exact antidote for her.

Isabella noticed the car ride, was moving towards a secluded area, right out of the civilizations and houses. The car passed down a street which was already down on the outskirts of the town. She gulped in fear, sensing Charlie's calm expressions.

Maybe I made a stupid decision by getting in car with him.

“Where are we going?” she asked in a worried tone.

Sensing her tension, Charlie smirked speeding the car which made her heart flip right out of her chest.

“Don't worry! I am not going to kill you.” he smirked looking at her deviously. “Yet!”

He added on purpose making her eyes go wide with disbelief.

“In fact, you'll enjoy my surprise.” he winked at her, turning his car onto the right, down the dark road with a speeding jerk as she gasped and fell over to his side. Her face landing a few inches above his crotch. But she stopped just in time holding onto the front board of the car.

He laughed out loud as she pulled back and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, that wasn't even her mistake.

“Now I see how you got your promotion, just right in the middle.”

She gave him a notorious look, holding her hands back from slapping right on his face.

He pulled left again and Isabella heaved a sigh of relief to see a row of cars, following down a queue. Charlie cut right through the line and followed down the road. She sensed flash lights coming right off from a structure, similar to an ancient building. She didn't wear her glasses or contacts so the view was slightly off to her but as Charlie pulled his car near, Isabella saw the Palace!

The Royal family's ancient castle of the ancestor, where their first members had come into the country and conquered as the kings and aristocrats.

Lights of grey and purple were sparkling over the ancient yet spectacularly modeled building that still looked fresh as new, with its Roman design and carved architect.

Fireworks after intervals sparked right through behind the building, giving it an auspicious occasion look.

“What's going on?” She asked looking at the rows of expensive cars lined up in front of the castle.

It had a white exterior with a three story structure, a central rounded larger configured structure reaching higher than the rest of the structure whole pillars of six, with three on each side of the central structure, reaching out taller than the rest. The sides of the castle were extended immensely into acres of square feet, emphasizing on how big it was. The white house structure was an inspiration of this structure. Isabella remembered studying that that the same family had actually built the both places with a generation gap of seven ages.

Sensing no reply from Charlie she looked up to him but he stopped the car just in time.

He got out, signaling her to follow him. The door to her side opened up as a valet stood holding the car door. She walked out and saw Charlie already standing ahead of her. she looked around and beneath her feet lied a red carpet, rolled down the several large stairs of the entrance of the castle, bars of steels pulled up on both of the sides of the entrance where media lined with cameras, flashing around the entire place crazily, another set of reporters holding mics running to fetch an interview.

Two tall and broad guards in black suits, wearing wires around their necks and ears, surrounded Isabella on both sides. She gulped as nervousness hit her. she looked around and hid her eyes due to the blazing and blinding flashes trying to catch a glimpse of her face. The rushing noises, began fading away as her migraines struck due to the brightness of lights. She felt dizzy she felt a hand over her shoulder and close voice whispering,

“You need to walk ma’am.” She heard the guard.

Taking in a sharp breath, she nodded her head, looking straight ahead of her, where she saw Charlie posing for pictures.

She silently followed him and looked behind her to see people coming out of their cars and the paparazzi, media, cameramen running around trying to click pictures of them.

As she reached Charlie, he stopped, turning to face her, grabbing her wrist to which she felt surprised, he pulled her towards him, turning her to face the cameras, holding down her waist, he pulled her near his chest.

At that moment Isabella realized that he was indeed posing with her as his date. The throbbing pain in her head worsened, as she forgot to take her pills, and her mixed anxiety wasn’t helping her either. She turned her face backwards, making it look like she's speaking to Charlie which indeed she was.

“What the hell is this?” she spoke bitterly into his ear.

He smirked, looking down over her long clean neck and taking this as his opportunity, he leaned down, rubbing his moist lips against her skin.

Her heart flipped inside her chest, she tried pushing him away to get rid of his touch but he held her waist tightly almost digging his fingers into her bare waist flesh, over the cut of her dress.

He pecked her neck long enough for cameras to save the horrible memory for Isabella.

Her heart drenched at his vicious touch.

He pulled back, holding her wrist, he kept a smiling face for the camera and pulled her inside the hall.

Passing down the hallway in the entrance where few people were lined up, he took in a turn towards a secluded corridor that no longer had the red carpet over it. It was narrow hallways from where the employees and waiters passed by. He ordered the passing one of the butlers;

“Make sure, no one passes by!”

He simply nodded his head and left towards the farther end of the corner. A single wing chair was placed by the wall, next to a small wooden clean cabinet. It looked like the type of the place that wasn’t used for much entertainment.

He pushed her over the couch, leaning down against her face as she pulled back.

By now Isabella’s heart had jumped right out of her mouth, with her swirling head doing her no good, her big eyes held clear fear, that Charlie could easily read and he gained pleasure reading those scared eyes of hers.

“Behave!” he c****d an eyebrow at her.

The scared self of hers that felt vulnerable moments ago, angered listening to his audacity at ordering her around. She clenched her jaw, flipping right out of the seat and standing straight, facing his squarely.

“This is something you should tell yourself.”

Sensing her confidence, he felt quaffed but he smirked, now finding her feisty made his plan even more pleasurable for him.

“Alright!” he lifted his hands up and Isabella felt confused.

Charlie who would go to lengths just to torture the soul out of her for his own pleasure but to let her take a breath of relief…. That wasn’t on his block!

He gave in a fake smile to Isabella that made her c**k her eyebrows at him. he silently walked away and his silence alarmed Isabella, that a storm was indeed approaching her.

He reached the end of the corridor, stopped and turned around, facing Isabella with a smirk on his face.

“So are you going to join the engagement ceremony or what?”

“Engagement?” she asked with confusion.

“Ah yes!” he smirked walking back towards her, standing face to face. She didn’t budge, not giving him the advantage over her weaknesses. He smirked, looking at the toned stance she put forth, definitely impressed with the way she groomed.

He leaned forward against her ear, breathing over her skin, making chills run down her entire system. He slowly whispered against her ears.

“Prince Harold’s engagement.”