PRINCELESS by Cam Jace Storykiller
Copyright©by Cameron Jace
January 15 2019
Pierre’s Apartment, Paris
Pierre’s stunned and beautiful face stared back at me.
He definitely didn’t expect Venus knocking on his door. Wearing his blue silly-striped pajamas, he embodied the other side of the coin of her abandoned career. She liked it. She needed this.
“Your life isn’t quite the fairytale without me, is it?” She said.
“Sucks like Rapunzel trapped all alone a tower.”
She leaned in and kissed him.
She couldn’t resist him. He couldn’t resist her, but then he stopped.
“Are you going to tell me everything?” Pierre said.
“I can’t talk about the past, but I will tell you everything starting today.”
Not a bad deal. If only all relationships understood that part.
“It’s not like there is anything bad. The gun was my uncle’s.”
“Why did you keep it?
“He is a dangerous man, and I was a spoiled girl spending his money and doing the Ambassador job to feel good about myself. I never met someone like you before. Someone who listened and wanted me to be as human as possible.”
“I like hearing this.”
“Let’s put the past in the past. We still have our lives ahead of us. I sent the gun back to my uncle. I tore up all his checks. I want to live with you in this shitty apartment. Poorly ever after.”
“You mean that?”
“Every word of it. You’re giving me a chance to live the life I choose and not planned out for me.”
“Then come and meet my parents.”
“I’m not proposing,” he said. “They would like to meet you. I want you to know everything about me.”
“I promise I will. Just not so soon. Let’s travel. Get to really know each other.”
Pierre smirked, which he usually didn’t. “I know a place.”
She hit him in the chest, tears in her eyes, “Bad boy, bebe.”