Page 21 of Filthy Hot Prince

Talking to the police, I confessed that they had started the fight. The witnesses took my side.

“We need to talk to the lady to confirm—”

I looked down at him. “No, you don’tneedto. I confirmed it. If you still want to talk to her, give me a call tomorrow morning and we will sort this out, officer.”

I gave him a charming smile because he knew who I was and walked away, asking the guard to clear up anything else the cops wanted to ask me.

Being a prince certainly came in handy during some times.

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“I am sorry for what happened,”I said to Valeria in the car, her gaze distant as she looked out of the car window. I wished I had hailed a cab as soon as we walked out of the art gallery. But I wanted to spend some more time with her, wait at the bus stop and talk to her.

“What are you sorry for?” She asked, still not looking at me.

My left cheek hurt as I said, “For letting you hear all that. I should have hailed a cab.”

Valeria didn’t reply as she pulled my shirt around herself and pushed her hand through the armholes, wearing it. My cheekbones slashed with color as I noticed the dark-colored bra visible through her wet tee.

I should have noticed that before those idiots did. But it was not her fault, it was their fault.

When I glanced at her after a few moments, her fingers were fumbling with the buttons of the shirt, which was unfamiliar to her.

I broke the silence. “May I?”

She nodded, biting her bottom lip when my hands placed over hers, my breath lightly fanning over her arms when I carefully buttoned the shirt. My face was so close to hers. I could count the freckles on her face. Her cheeks dusted pink. I watched in amusement when her ears turned fiery red.

What are you thinking about, sweet one?

I tried my best not to let my eyes wander on her wet skin and focused on buttoning the shirt. Her slow warm breath brushed on my cheek and I forced my mind to stop my body from reacting. I had to remind myself how sweet and innocent she was.

When I pulled back, she gave me a small nod in return. She managed to look gorgeous even wearing my shirt that looked enormous on her little body. But I knew she would look gorgeous with or without the clothes.

My cock ached to be released from the confines of the jeans as I shuffled in my seat when the images of her bare body on my bed flashed in my mind.

To avert my attention, I forced myself to look out of the window, watching the building lights flickering against the soft patter of the shower.

I couldn’t help but noticeher. Her delicate scent, her wet hair, as if she was wrapped all around me. I wanted her to wrap around me when I plunge my c—

“Where are we going?”

I didn’t want that day to end. I wanted to be with her for a few more moments. At least for a night.

I glanced over at her and knew what I wanted. “Do you want to come over to my apartment?”

Valeria flushed visibly, her fingers twirling with the hem of my shirt on her lap. Her brows furrowed, thinking over my suggestion.

I had to take it slow with her, I couldn’t allow myself to know her body and get it over with in a night. I wanted to take my time with her. A night wasn’t enough for that.

She finally replied. “Yes, we need to talk, Khalid.”

Valeria

“You can change in here, here’s the lock. I am in the kitchen. Let me know if you need anything, okay?” Khalid’s deep voice resonated through me, feeling more intimate than usual while I explored the bathroom, familiarizing myself with the surrounding and mapping it out in my brain.

My cane was useless becausesomeonehad bad temper and broke it in a fight. But I didn’t plan to visit Khalid’s apartment in the evening. I had to use my hands to touch and make sure I didn’t trip.

We had arrived at his apartment few moments ago and he had been extremely calm, explaining the layout of his house as if the fight had never happened. The space around me was spacious and opulent. Simple yet filled with the unique taste of antiques, paintings and little sculptures. The kitchen had a big island and all the usual necessities. There were two rooms, and he had been kind enough to explain the master suite and let me use the enormous bathroom in it. It had its own jacuzzi, shower and steam cubicle.

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