The Crown Prince's Love

"What the hell is wrong with me?" I sighed as I washed my face in the sink. "I shouldn't be like this. I should be..." I rubbed my hands on my face and glanced towards the door.

Desmond had stopped knocking on the door, as if he had given up or didn't want to worry me further. Curiosity led me out of the bathroom, and I found him absent from the bedroom.

"Desmond," I called out.

"I'm down here, Randy!" he announced.

I descended the stairs to the kitchen, finding him behind the counter wearing an apron. This was not what I expected him to be doing. "How did all of this get here?" I gestured to the food ingredients scattered around, recalling the empty kitchen before we left the house. "Did Uncle Marcus help out with this?"

He shook his head. "With help from Caspian, I..."

"Right," I chuckled, tapping my fingers on the table. "Caspian, huh?"

"What are you trying to say, Randy?"

"Exactly what you heard me say, Desmond," ! retorted, turning to leave the kitchen. Desmond followed me, grabbing my hand and pulling me back.

"What the hell is happening? Why are you acting this way towards me? Did I do something wrong?" he asked.

I faced him with a frown. I hated arguing, and just this morning, we were in each other's arms. Now, I didn't want to talk to him. "Randy, please," he begged.

"I don't get it, Desmond," I told him, his confusion evident.

"How do you mean?" he asked, his arms around my waist. "I need to know what's making you act this way and why you've been giving me the silent treatment since we left your uncle's restaurant."noveldrama

My frown deepened. I couldn't understand why he couldn't grasp that I was jealous, jealous of seeing him with Caspian. The worst part was that he stood so close, emanating Caspians woody scent instead of his usual scent.

"I don't want to see you close to Caspian again!" I blurted out, disregarding what he might think.

"You mean that I..." He paused, and I felt his hand around my waist loosen. "I just met Caspian today, so I don't understand why you're asking me not to talk to him again. He's a sweet and interesting guy, and I..."

I scoffed. "Now you're starting to praise him," flaring up my nose in annoyance.

"Look at you, praising a boy you just met today!"

Desmond rubbed his forehead, bursting into laughter. "Come on, Randy." He tried pulling me into his arms, but I resisted, placing my hands on his chest and pushing him away.

He held onto one of my hands: "Stop making things difficult, Randy. You know I'm yours and yours alone."

Though his words made me feel pride, my frown remained. I rolled my eyes when he squeezed my butt. "Stop it, Desmond."

"Come on, my pumpkin." He kissed my cheeks. "I'm not interested in Caspian. He's just helping because I want to cook you a wonderful meal. I'm learning to be a chef!" Desmond's happiness overflowed as he peppered my face with kisses.

"Stop," I said playfully, gently freeing myself from his arms. "I dislike that you're smelling like him right now," I muttered.

Desmond frowned, smelling himself. "It's a shame I can't even smell myself. I'm sorry if you can smell him on me. I'll take a bath right now. Are we okay now?" he asked.

I didn't respond.

"Randy," he called, back hugging me. "Baby, come on. It was just a friendly chat. I can have friends, right?"

"No one said you couldn't have friends, Desmond. I don't want to share you," I confessed.

"Can't believe you're jealous of Caspian. He's..."

"Repeat his name, and I might find him and cut his head off his body!"

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Desmond chuckled. "My pumpkin is jealous of a guy I just met today. Don't worry, babe, there's nothing between us, okay?" His breath on my neck made me moan as he kissed it.

"Don't worry about anything. I'm all yours, and you're mine. No one will ever separate us, babe." He moved closer for a kiss, but he was smelling like Caspian.

I chuckled, removing his hands from my waist. "What's wrong?" Desmond asked.

"I hate smelling his scent on you. Go take a shower, Desmond," I told him.

He nodded and handed me his apron.

"Wait here for me, and I'll cook us a meal once I'm done," he said, kissing my head before leaving the kitchen.

Once alone, I sat, gazing out the window at the cities. The sound of Desmonds phone beeping jolted me. Ignoring it at first, I finally checked. My body was heated with anger as I read messages from Caspian.

Have you gotten home?

It was nice meeting you, Desmond.

I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, Desmond, and teaching you how to cook.

I felt betrayed, furious that Desmond exchanged numbers with him without telling me.

"Hey, pumpkin," Desmond's voice interrupted. I inhaled his scent, relieved it wasn't Caspian's.

Pumpkin?

How could he call me that after this betrayal? I faced him, showing him the phone.

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"I can't believe you exchanged numbers with him, Desmond!" I accused, my anger bubbling.

Desmond read the messages. "Randy, it's nothing. Caspian and I exchanged numbers

to get to know each other. It means nothing because..."

"Because," I laughed bitterly. "You're tired of me? You don't want me anymore, Desmond!"

"Are you insane, Randy? I don't have such thoughts, and I..."

In an instant, I grabbed his shirt collar.

"Then why the hell do I have to share you? Why do I feel this ache because of a text?

Why are you torturing me?"

"Randy! Caspian and I are just friends. You're reading into this," Desmond insisted.

I shoved him back. "Really!" I yelled, shoving him again. "Do you know what's going on

in my head right now? You invited him here!"

"I invited him to help cook a special dinner for you, and..."

"Stop pretending it was for me! If you're tired of me, say it instead of hurting me!" I shouted and stormed out of the kitchen.

"You're being ridiculous!" Desmond followed. "I can't believe you're acting like a child after I told you there's nothing between us!"

I didn't respond, reaching the glass door. As I tried opening it, Desmond stopped me. "Randy, we need to talk! Don't walk away like this!"

"Like what?" I frowned. "What are you trying to say?" I slapped his hand off the

doorknob. "It's your fault for exchanging numbers with him!"

"It was for you!"

"I never asked for it!" I retorted.