The Next Chapter: Twisted Series Next Generation

Chapter 63: Camilla Larsen

 There was never any instance where I allowed anyone to catch me off guard. For years I've perfected a stoic facade that had others second guessing their foolish thoughts.

Then, an anomaly by the name of Niko Volkov decided it would be nice to mess with my ways. Only to watch as a look of discomfort tainted my trained face.

Pretty sadistic right?

Only reason I manage to keep a grasp on my composure is because of my baby sister who is sprawled out on the floor on a fuzzy rug. Her untamed and frilly curls cascading along her slim shoulders as she watches the embodiment of my nightmares gently stroke her cat.

Who has seemed to make a home secluded in those inked arms of his.

Traitorous fleabag.

"You knock before you enter someone's room, especially a princess's." Cocking my nose in the air to mimic a sneer, hoping my blunt demeanour sends him away in annoyance.

Niko has never had an issue with finding women. With his reputation, demeanour, and handsome looks. A lack of choices was never a concept that stumbled into his hands.

If only that were enough to keep the bastard away from me. How bored does one needs to be when an ocean of vast varieties stands before him.

As much as I hate to admit it, the kiss startled me to the point where I was floating out of my body. Never have I been kissed in a way that remotely resembles the brutish manner that Niko invokes on you.

Like he was giving me no opportunity to escape, as if I were trapped in his claws.

In his dreams, I was a future queen. If he foolishly believed that he could cause me to stumble over my own two feet then he was sorely mistaken.

Never would I let him court me, as certain as I am that he is doing it solely to irritate me, I refuse to even give him the option.

The moment Anastasia's birthday passes, he will be on a plane flying as far away as he can.

All I need to do is keep him from interfering with my plans of finding a future husband. Then my path to becoming a queen will fall right in front of my feet.

Eye on the prize Camilla.

Said Brute grins annoyingly at the indifference that bleeds from my tone, as if it sounds like music to him instead. "Well I think it's fair considering the fact I babysat the princess for years."

Charlotte's cheeks tinge a crimson that outdoes the normal blush her skin carries. "That wasn't necessary." She scowls in response. "Give me my cat back."

"By all means." Niko smiles. "Take her, the issue is however that she doesn't want to leave my arms." A low chuckle reverts from his lips, the same lips that stole my semblance.

My baby sister narrows her gaze while she attempts to coo Diana towards her, patting her knees as noises of affection slip from her thin lips.

Only for the traitorous cat to curl further into the enemy's arm and raise a white flag.

"Whatever." Charlotte's admits with a beguiling defeat as she falls back with crossed arms.

"Ladies love me." The moment he says that, his eyes lock on mine at a rate that has me flinching.

Damn it.

Shame is void from his sharp features as he scans my appearance, making no effort to hide where his eyes travel too.

Forcing myself not to avert my gaze, this is a battle I refuse to lose. Instead, I sharpen my gaze to meet his. Almost daring him to look further.

That does nothing to stop him as his eyes lock on my lips. Shamelessly he darts his tongue to run over his bottom lip.