#1 in the Kingdom series
Sneak peak -
Xavier growled possessively, walking towards me like the predator that he truly was. Staring into the endless pools of his eyes, I saw as raw, primitive need took over every ounce of him and all it did was turn...
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Chapter XXVI
Carlos had been at the palace for two days now and I had gotten to spend a lot of time with him as well as Xavier.
Hayden had been busy managing everything since Xavier decided to dump all his work on him.
I can't lie, the past two days had been more entertaining than before. I got to know Xavier better and see a more casual, laid back side of him.
We had been playing table football, sipping alcohol, shoving each other into pools and we even managed to have a food fight.
Tonight, we were all planning to go clubbing and I can't lie, I was excited. This would be the first time going outside of the palace grounds ever since I got here.
I was a little confused as to what to wear though. Whenever I would go clubbing with my friends in New York, I'd always wear sexy dresses and whenever I went clubbing back home, I was always spotted in denim shorts or skirts with saucy tops.
But back there, I would always go out to either celebrate, dance or just have fun.
We weren't going to celebrate anything as such and I had feeling that I wouldn't be doing any dancing at the club with these three eggheads.
I groaned, frustrated.
There was a knock on my door.
"Come in." I said, to busy shuffling through clothes to bother opening the door.
After a second, I could hear heavy footsteps, "Well, if it isn't my lil drama queen."
Carlos stood, leaning against the doorway of the walk-in wardrobe.
My clothes were majorly on a shelf or still in the suitcase. As beautiful as this wardrobe was, I wanted packing to be easy when I headed back home.
"Hello to you too dumb ass." I replied, rolling my eyes.
"Need some help?" He asked after a while of him just staring at me tossing clothes around.
I got up and finally faced him, "And why should I trust your taste in fashion?"
He smirked, "Challenge accepted."
With that he jumped into my pile of clothes and within two minutes he had picked an outfit.
It was a little red dress and some killer black heels.
"I can't wear that."
He raised an eyebrow, "And why not? It's yours. Trust me, you'll look great"
