Page 51 of Filthy Hot Prince

Khalid

Ipoured myself a glass of whiskey as she stood awkwardly near my bed. I watched her with half-lidded eyes, still angry yet concerned for her.

“How are you feeling?” I said, stepping closer to her, the scent of fresh roses and something feminine surrounding her.

Valeria looked in my direction, her fingers closed together in front of her. She was nervous.

Hm, she should be.

“Good!” she said, nodding. “I am good! How are you?”

“I am quite furious but worried,” I replied truthfully, taking a sip of the alcohol. I sat down in the armchair near the nightstand, cool wind blowing from the balcony caressing my skin.

“Why are you furious and worried?”

“Come here and I will tell you.”

She looked in my direction, her gaze narrowing.

“That sounds like a trap.”

I chuckled and swallowed the contents of the glass, leaving a burning sensation in my throat. I kept it on the table and looked at her, spreading my legs.

“Come here, my sweet one,” I purred in a low voice, seeing the effect it had on her half-naked body. Her hardened nipples poked through the thin nightgown as she took a small step towards me. I eyed her long legs and licked my lips.

Before she could sit down in another armchair, I held her wrist and pulled her over onto my lap. Valeria gasped, squirming on my legs, red strands framing her flushed face. Holding her waist, I settled her over me.

“I am concerned for you, because what happened in the car made me worry about you,” I said sincerely, my fingers caressing the soft skin of her legs. “I thought you panicked because I had raised my voice at you. Maybe scared you.”

She shook her head. “No, Khalid, it was something else. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“It matters to me.”

Valeria looked at her lap. “I don’t want to talk about it right now.” She raised her head. “But I promise, you had nothing to do with it. I am okay now, it just took me by surprise.”

I stared at her honest face, her sincere words, and continued caressing her legs, slowly inching higher and higher until I noticed the change in her breathing.

“Why are you mad?” Valeria whispered, biting her lip, her voice shaky.

“I am mad at you because the prank you pulled on me wasn’t funny,” I said, my breathing harsh. I leaned back on the armchair, her eyes widening when she felt the loss of my touch. I continued, controlling the tone of my voice, “You acted recklessly, thinking it would be funny to scare me if you disappeared.”

“Khalid, I am sor—”

“I wasn’t finished, Valeria.” I tilted my head. “Not only it was stupid, but it put your life in danger. If someone else had seen that, they would arrest you because you unintentionally put my life in danger when I couldn’t find you and had to enter the lake when I didn’t want to.”

She took a shaky breath, biting her lip as I stared at her. Clenching my jaw, I looked away, slowly counting to ten.

“I wanted to tease you, play with you, but I never meant to make you so worried or angry, Khalid, I promise,” she said, her voice pleading as she pressed closer to me.

I believed her every word, the innocent sincerity on her face, the sound of her shaky voice.

“Please forgive me. I won’t ever scare you like that again, please. I am sorry, Khalid.”

“What makes you say that there will be next time?” I threatened.

I should be in hell for teasing her like that. But I was a selfish person, enjoying the way Valeria begged me, the ample cleavage a few inches from my face as her breasts pressed against the front of my tee shirt.

“Khalid, please forgive me. I would do anything. Please tell me how can I fix this.” Tears threatened to spill down as she whispered, “Let me make it up to you. Please, don’t be mad at me.”

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