“Give this man hell, will you?” he asked with a wicked smile. “It pisses me off that the Prince of Darkness’s the one giving me love advice when he iss who he is.”


“Goddammit, Christakos.”

Fawn’s eyes widened. She knew the prince swore, of course, but he had never done so in such a manner in her presence.

“Also, make him wait. Make him suffer. And—-”

She said uncomfortably, “That’s not possible—-”

This time, the prince’s warning gaze moved to her.

“Why not?” Jason asked.

“Because I’m already engaged. To someone else.”

Jason was visibly stunned. “I see.” He glanced at his friend. “Well. Damn.” Switching to Greek, he said incredulously, “And you dare give me advice about Lilac.”

“Because my situation is different from yours.”

“In what way?”

“You love Lilac.” The prince looked at Fawn and said grimly, “I don’t love her.”

Jason looked at him for a moment and then slowly shook his head. “Bullshit.”

“You can believe what you want to believe,” the prince answered evenly.

“Does she at least know you don’t love her?”

“She doesn’t care to know.” The prince’s lips twisted. “She’s in love with her fiancé.”

“Well, fuck.” After a moment, Jason said it again, but this time he was smirking. “I didn’t see that coming.”

“See what coming?”

“The Prince of Darkness has been friendzoned.”

When Jason left, she asked uneasily, “Did you two get into a fight?” There had been one tense moment when she was terrified that the prince would actually throw a punch at his own friend. What could Jason Christakos have possibly said, she thought worriedly, to make the prince so furious?

When the prince still didn’t answer, she looked up, thinking to ask if something was wrong but instead found herself the recipient of his glare.

Holy. Crap.

What had she done again?

“You actually told him you were engaged.” The last word was uttered with complete contempt.

“B-but it’s true!” The way he was making it seem like she was at fault made Fawn glare at him, and more importantly, it reminded her that she, too, had something to be angry about. “Also, you lied! You promised you weren’t going to seduce me!”

“You were the one touching me, parthena mou,” he pointed out silkily. “So who was seducing whom, do you think?”

Realizing that he got her there, she said hotly, “Well, what about your promise not to kiss me?”

He rolled his eyes. “Grow up. That was in no way a kiss—-” His lip curled. “Or does your fiancé not know how to kiss?” The words had him thinking about the other man tasting Fawn’s lips – lips that he had not yet tasted – and the prince’s jaw hardened as jealousy like he had never known before simmered inside of him.

She said tightly, “You don’t have the right to insult someone like him.” It didn’t feel right at all to hear Grant’s name on his lips—-

Lips that she had touched, she thought sickly, and enjoyed.

The way she seemed so damn hurt for another man’s sake made his fists clench, and the prince gritted out, “I can insult him whenever I want—-”

“No.” Her voice was fierce. “You can’t.”

“It’s my fucking house,” he snapped, “so I want to say I think Grant Bennett’s a fucking asshole—-”

She slapped him.

And then she whitened, never realizing that she could do something like it.

The prince said quietly, “Get out.”

She suddenly wanted to cry and she wasn’t even sure why. She was the one who had slapped him, not the other way around.

Fawn whispered shakily, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“I said—-” The prince’s cold voice turned viciously sharp. “Get the fuck out.”

Choking back a sob, Fawn whirled around and left.

He watched her run away.

And he let her.

She had made her choice.

So let her fucking live it.

THE PRINCE KNEW HE should have forgotten her by now.

But he hadn’t.

And so in the end, it was inevitable he found himself doing the one thing he had thought he would never do – the one thing he had despised the most in the women who kept throwing themselves at him.

He had become a stalker.

It was a hard thing to swallow, so much so that he had to ask his friend Nathan Callis to accompany him and make sure he didn’t do anything stupid during his debut as a stalker. Nathan, considered as one of the world’s most successful male models, was also one of his closest friends. But more than that, Nathan could be trusted to keep a secret, and he definitely didn’t want their other friends learning about his newfound hobby.

Swinging his seat to face his friend, Nathan asked curiously, “How did you get Derek to give you access to his office without asking what you’re going to do?”

As the son of the university’s founder and chairman, Derek Christopoulos not only had his own office on campus, but access to the CCTV as well. Access that they were now putting to good use, Nathan mused, although the “good” part was admittedly debatable.

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