Chapter 5

Paisley

I have been here for about two weeks now and I have not figured out the culprit. Originally, I thought it was the guy from the very first day, I think his name was Lauren, but I didn’t sense any hatred coming off of him. It wouldn’t make sense for him to kill Lincoln and I think I have to agree with the Prince there. The only thing that I can maybe think of is that he is jealous of Lincoln but why? What could Lincoln be that he wouldn’t give Lauren by being friends? It didn’t make much sense if you ask me.

Sighing with annoyance, I run my fingers through my hair as I continue to try to remember pieces of my vision. It has been getting a lot harder, and I know the person knows that I am here and is doing everything to keep me away. Of course, I have no intention of backing down because there’s no reason to. If he wants to play this game, then he is going to find out that I love to play.

But I have an even bigger thing to deal with.

Lincoln has been looking at me in a strange way. I know that he desires me, and it is quite flattering because I have never had someone look at me the way that he does before, and I know this could really bite me in the butt, but I don’t want to hide myself away from him. I don’t want to give up on the idea of being in a relationship together because why should I have to? I know what we have gone through, and I know it is very possible that this all could get thrown in my face, but shouldn’t I want to take a chance? Shouldn’t I be eager to see more things happen?

Of course, I am and a part of me wants to jump him and make him mine but at the same time, I worry over my feelings. I know that it could get me into trouble if I did that to him because he is the Prince, and everyone already looks at me like I’m going to do something vile. I can’t help but laugh every time that they do this because it is becoming more and more clear what they think about me but there’s also nothing that I can do about it. I can’t change anything about my life and the way I feel, and I wouldn’t expect anyone else to do the same thing. I just know that there are so many people who would end up agreeing with me but would also be afraid of prosecution.

I know that I’m afraid. I’m afraid of things that I can’t control and things that are continuing to stand in my way. It is becoming more and more obvious that unfortunately, things are not going to work out the way that we had wished it to. I honestly thought that more things would end up happening and I know for a fact that I could end up ruining all of this. I have to protect him. I have to save his life because someone is trying to kill him.

Because of these reasons, I’m trying to not let him get to me. If I let him get to me, then I might end up making a mistake and then his life would be on the line. I kind of feel weird every time I think of it like that because it is becoming more and more obvious where I stand. I’m okay with it though, I know that I am not perfect, and I am NEVER going to be perfect at all. The only thing that I’m going to hope for is that I do end up hoping that everything is going to be perfect and alright.

Sighing to myself, I rub my temples and hope for the best. I didn’t even hear him coming up behind me and I jump clear out of my skin when I felt big hands rubbing my shoulders, massaging me. I look up almost immediately and stare at him like he is crazy. I have no clue what is going through his head right now, wondering why he is touching me like this. His hands feel good though and I end up closing my eyes and leaning into his touch, groaning softly. My heart is thumping erratically in my chest, hoping that it’s going to be alright. I know what I have gone through, and I know there is no way in hell that I’m going to be able to let this happen.

Shit, I might be a little fucked here.

“That feels good.” I assure him, leaning back.

A small smile appears on his face as he gazes down at me, looking pleased with himself, “I’m glad to hear that. I kind of worried that you might think me to be a freak for touching you like this, but it is something that I have wanted to do for a while now. I think that we’re a perfect match, don’t you think?”

I just stare at him because I honestly don’t know what to think, “oh, maybe so. I doubt anyone would like to see you with someone like me. I think they would prefer someone else who fits you more.”

“It’s a good thing that I don’t give a damn what they think then.” He murmurs, winking at me, “I do hope that you want me to be by your side though when it comes to this. I don’t want you running away from me and making me go through the trouble of tracking you down.”

My heart is thumping a bit nervously in my chest and I just smile at him, “I don’t know. Maybe I might do that to see if you catch me. I doubt that you will be able to.”

His eyes flash and he leans in just a little bit more than the way his lips are mere inches from mine, “do you want to play that game then?”

I’m gazing right into his eyes, and I swear that he can hear the pounding of my heart. I hope he can’t though because it’s beating wildly but another part of me wants him to know what he does to me. I know he is a handsome man, and he could have anyone, but he keeps devoting his time to ME. He keeps acting like he wants a relationship with me, and I have no idea what to do about it. Of course, I could end up giving him what he wants and that would be the end of it but another part of me doesn’t want to take that risk. What if I end up doing something that he hates? What if he decides to take back his word? Can I trust him?

The easiest answer is I don’t know. I don’t know what I’m going to do about him but what I do know is there is no way that I’m going to hold back. But before I can decide for sure, he leans in closer, and sparks fly almost when his lips meet mine in a searing kiss… Of fuck me…