Prince of France *Editing*

Chapter 35: What do you love about me?

Iman

I felt the sun shining through my eyelids and I cringed, rolling over.

I don't want to get up. this bed was just way too comfortable.

My body was like pleading to not detach from this bed. It was big enough for me to roll around and comfortable enough for my body to sink in.

And the bed sheets were very soft.

I spent about ten minutes debating if I should get up or not but then realized I was becoming more awake. so I just decided to get my lazy butt up.

*yawn*

After a long period of stretches, I brushed my teeth.

After that, I started wandering the halls.

It was very clear that Justin wasn't awake. It was very silent here.

I began to think about why Justin wasn't at the royal palace. But didn't think much of it, thinking that he was here to keep me company and it was nice having him around.

I was getting hungry so I stuck my head in his fridge and looked for something to eat.

I don't know how Justin survives on his own, knowing he can't cook.

And all this food he has stached in this house, I don't know how he does it.

I took out a couple eggs, some tomato's, onions and green peppers.

I was feeling kind of omelet-y.

I picked up a frying pan and got to work.

I guess I was still offended from Justin insulting my cooking skills (even though it was him that was the skrew up) so I decided to cook solo and see what he has to say.

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"Uh oh, can't forget the seasoning" I said smiling and doing my little dance before putting a little something-something in there.

I also made some French toast. I freaking love that.

And I know he did too. He just seems like the French toast type of guy.

I finished preparing the food and set it on the dining table.

Looks like I have to wake Mr.Prince.

I jogged up the stairs And i made it to his door.

Knock, knock. "Justin..."

I didn't hear anything. "Justin, I made breakfast." I said slightly opening the unlocked door.

I looked around and stepped inside.

His bed was made, meaning he was up. so where was he?

As I got further into the room, I heard a door creak.

I saw what looked like to be a door open, and Justin stepping out with a hand holding a towel around his waist and his hair dripping wet.

His chest was completely bare showing off the many tattoos he had displayed.

A cross tattoo in the center of his chest, a few small tattoos above his waist and his sleeve tattoos along his arm.

They were a lot of tattoos, honestly. But they looked really good on him.

By the time I was done gawking at him, I realized he was standing in front of me with a sly smirk on his face.

"Iman, are you alright?" He asked looking down at me.

He was pretty tall.

And how dare he ask if I'm
Okay? he is in all his half naked glory standing right in front of me.