Chapter 29
Gemini’s POV
“Holy crap!” I winced at the intense throbbing of my head.
With both hands on my head, I threw my legs out of bed. Staggering as darkness momentarily clouded me.
“What the fuck have I done to myself?”
After much struggling, I poured myself a glass of water, sorting for aspirin in the drawer, but I failed to notice that it was just there, on the side table.
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By the box of meds was a note which I picked up curiously. “Take these for the throbbing, and if you don’t feel too well, I will have the maids bring you breakfast.”
My brows arched involuntarily, what the fuck has gotten into King Asher? Maybe, just maybe he actually had a heart, a very little heart somewhere in that dark box he carries around in his chest.
I made my way to the washroom to freshen up, my head feeling slightly better. As the soles of my feet moved over the threshold, memories of last night began to sip in. It pained me that I didn’t remember much, most especially the expression on his face, I didn’t know if I was about to get into trouble.
But the note, I smiled nervously to myself. He wouldn’t have cared to write a note if he was angry. Or could he? I can’t really tell cause King Asher can be one hell of an unpredictable person.
The bathtub was still filled with water, a red dress floating in it. Red dress! My eyes widened as reality slowly but finally hit me.
I was wearing a red dress last night, and I don’t remember changing into my pyjamas. Oh fuck, not again!
My crazy mind began to wander around possibilities, possibilities that he might have touched or fucked with me last night.
But I don’t feel fucked!
Oh my, I don’t even know what it feels like to be fucked…
I continued to the bathtub with the intentions of draining the water and getting my messy washroom in order, but just as I got close enough, I stepped on something that spiked my feet really hard.
“Ouch!”
I looked down to notice a gold watch on the floor of my washroom. The gold watch felt heavier than it should have as I turned it over in my hands.
I didn? think of seeing King Asher any time soon, not after what happened last night, after how I embarrassed myself, after all the things I said. But now, this watch could be a reason for him to come back here.
I can’t let that happen… He can’t come to me, I should definitely go to him before things escalate, I should return the watch before he gets the wrong idea of me. Maybe if I acted casual, he wouldn’t bring up whatever nonsense I’d done last night. And of course, I needed to apologise early enough before he decided to hold it against me.
I quickly freshened up and got dressed, my heart beating faster by the second. I picked up the note once again, glancing carefully at it as I reconsidered the tone for a moment. Could he have written it in anger, or irritation or did he truly care? The last was certainly not an option because King Asher wasn’t exactly the kind to care about anyone’s well–being, let alone mine. If he wasn’t angry, he must’ve been irritated. And when King Asher was irritated, it was like sitting on a time bomb.
The longer I stared at the note, the more my imagination ran wild. I’d been drunk, and vulnerable, and God knows what I might have done or said. Did 1 fart with him? Throw myself at him? Humiliate myself beyond repair?
When I reached his office. I hesitated at the door. He’s probably busy with something important, I should drop this in his room instead, alongside an apology none since he preferred notes to texts.
This was going to be my first time in King Asher’s room and I felt extremely nervous about being in there. As much as I wanted to give the watch to a maid to have it delivered for me, I was way too curious to know what his personal space looked like,
Without thinking to knock, I pushed his room door open, my hands trembling slightly as I was greeted with his cologne.
“Oh fuck” Elsie moaned as I stepped in
The room was nothing like I expected.
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10:21 AM
Chapter 29
I had imagined darkness. Shadows curling around the corners, heavy black curtains shutting out the light, and maybe even some intimidating relics to remind anyone who entered whose space this was. Instead, it was painfully simple.
The walls were a soft grey, illuminated by natural light streaming through barely tinted windows. The obsessively cleaned, no unnecessary decoration. His bed, however, was enormous, the dark sheets neatly tucked in as though no one ever dared disturb them.
But what stood out the most was the faint, intoxicating scent of his cologne, stronger here than anywhere else in the palace. I closed my eyes for a moment, breathing it in as I melted into his scent. This room feels just like him, I thought. Clean, coordinated, and somehow overwhelming.
My eyes landed on the massive frame hanging on the wall opposite the bed.
it was a portrait of him seated on his throne, dressed in full royal attire. His black hair was slicked back, his piercing eyes staring directly at me, as though he could see right into my soul even through the canvas.
“I shouldn’t be here,” I whispered to myself, though my feet had no intention of leaving.
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The bed caught my attention next. The thought of him lying there sent my mind spiralling into places it had no business going. Before I could stop myself, I took a cautious step forward and placed the watch on the bedside table.
Lingering in the room for a little longer, I couldn’t resist taking a seat on his perfectly arranged bed.
The mattress was firm but comfortable, and the sheets felt cool against my skin. Before I knew it, I had stretched out, staring up at the ceiling. The second my head hit the pillow, his fragrance engulfed me. It was everywhere, wrapping around me like an invisible hand.
What are you doing, Gemini?
I closed my eyes, just for a moment, letting my imagination take over. I could picture him here, standing over me, his gaze commanding. His hands pressed into the mattress on both sides of me, pinning me down with nothing but his presence.
The image shifted, and now his lips were brushing against my ear, his voice low and taunting. “Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to be in my bed, little wolf?”
My eyes snapped open, and I shot up as though the sheets had burned me.
What the hell was I thinking? I pressed my palms to my flushed cheeks, mortified by my own thoughts. Get out, Gemini. Get out before he finds you here and adds this to the ever–growing list of your screw–ups.
I quickly straightened the bed and hurried towards the door, but not before I knocked off a file from his desk.
As I bent over to pick up the file, a single sheet slipped out of place, catching my attention. My eyes widened slightly as I saw something that caught my attention. My name was boldly written in the paper which seemed to be an agreement.
What the heck is this? I frowned, intrigued.
Just as I was about to investigate further, I felt a presence behind me. I spun around to the daring figure of King Asher clad in nothing but a towel, which was slung low around his hips. Water droplets rolled down his perfect body and his hair was damp as if he had just stepped out of the shower.
My eyes locked onto his, and I felt like I was drowning in their depths. The air seemed to thicken, making it hard to breathe. I tried to step back, but my feet seemed rooted to the spot.
“What the heck are you doing in my room?” King Asher said, his voice low and husky.
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