The Royal Contract

Chapter 894: First and last gamble

Her fingers kept fidgeting on her lap as she sat right next to him, quietly musing about her choices in life. Her nerves were on the edge of her seat, expecting that this magical feeling would suddenly burst and the nightmare would show its ugly face.

She still could not simply eliminate the suspicion she felt about him. He did not exactly have a clean record when it came to women. Then, his track record with her was anything but pristine. Still, she was here, giving him a little benefit of the doubt.

“Where exactly is this show?” Amelia asked as they sat in the backseat of an expensive black car, driving on the busy street towards an unknown destination. Her eyes watched the view outside, trying to figure out his plans since he would not share them with her.

She could see that they were exiting the freeway, so they were not exactly going to the city, but on the contrary, they seemed to be going to the outskirt of town.

But when they turned again in another direction, she corrected herself. It was not the way to the airport, but they drove on the path to a private airfield, away from the traffic and the honking cars.

“Somewhere special. And we have to hurry because the show closes its doors on time.” Evan responded with a boyish grin as if he believed she would easily fall for his charms.

He pulled out his phone from his inside pocket as it started ringing, placing it immediately into his ears. “Yes, we are almost there.” He informed the person on the other line. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on Novᴇ(l)Fɪre.net

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“You are not going to tell me.” She stated, accepting that she had no choice but to wait until he revealed his surprise.

She could think of several places with theaters that offered this show this season. But which one was Evan referring to was the question as she watched them enter the private airstrip. Where were they going?

Soon, she was seated on the aircraft, served a glass of cold champagne, and surrounded by beautiful flowers. Eventually, she watched from the window as they soared higher and higher above the clouds.

“Honestly, how many women have you courted this way just to get into her pants?” She lifted the champagne flute to her lips, sipping the delicious, probably expensive alcoholic drink in her hands.

She could not help but notice how the flight stewardess was batting her eyelashes at him and how she put an extra sway on her hips for his benefit.

“Like, how many girls had you showered with dozens of flowers, flew them on your impressive airplane, treated them on a broadway show, and dined in a three-star Michelin restaurant.” She asked as her tongue extended outside her mouth, licking the parchedness of her lips.

She saw that he had made an extreme effort to plan all of this. She could not help but wonder if he had made this kind of effort for someone else. If so, how many?

“Other girls? None.” He answered without blinking an eye as he leaned closer to her seat, taking her other hand into his. “Only you.” He uttered as his eyes followed the movement of her tongue.

“I hope I am doing it right because I have zero experienced in this...” He paused as he leaned closer to her ears. “Courting ritual.”

He could not help himself as he was once again possessed to be near her. No matter how he tried to keep his distance, he found himself drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

He knew he promised to take this slow, not to scare her away, but every minute of being with her without touching her was torture. He would give his soul to hold her in his arms again. But for now, he had to settle with her hands.

“I would not know. I have not experienced anything remotely similar to this.” She uttered in a raspy voice, as the air seemed trapped inside her throat. “But I think you are on the right track.” As she looked away, pretending to gaze at the view outside her window.

She could feel the tension building inside her body with his nearness. But she knew she could not let her desire overtake her reasoning. She would not be weak and give in easily, not this time.

But in some way, she believed him. She could tell that this was not his usual handiwork. He was not the flower, dine, and courting kind of guy. It had made sense that he did not need to go through all this trouble if he was going to dump the girl the next day.

Did it mean she was special? Could she believe that she was? But what exactly did it mean to him?

“Good, because I am only just beginning. I hope the rest of our date will be the best experience of your life.” He pulled her hand into his lips and landed a single kiss before letting it go.

Then, he took his glass and moved to the other seat on the other side of the plane. He knew he had to put a space between them before he lost control.

As he promised, he would wait until she was willing to accept him back into her life. From her reaction earlier, she was not yet ready. He just had to wait and be more patient.

“We will find out soon enough.” She mumbled to herself, unsure if he heard her. She could only hope he told her the truth because she could not take another heartbreak.

She closed her eyes, not wanting to see him watching her anymore. It was just too much to take at the moment. But how could she keep her hands to herself all night if the few minutes with him in this small space was almost enough to break her defense?

“I will prove it to you.” He responded upon hearing her low voice. It was a challenge that he had no plan of backing away from, no matter how difficult it got.

She pretended not to hear his reply, surprised that he even heard her rumbling. But she could not wait for him to prove to her that he had changed.

She never liked betting or taking a risk, but this would be her first and last gamble in her entire life. She was putting her life and future in his hands. She just hoped he would not mess it the last time.