The Wrong One...

Xander’s POV

Full parted lips, round big breasts and shapely inviting hips that led to a warm pleasurable place. Xander’s questioning eye’s feasted on the woman sprawled on his kingsize bed. He was halfway through the door, hesitant to move another inch, his massive veined hand clenching and pressing against the chilled, brass handle.

"What are you doing here?" he asked swinging past, shutting the door behind him and taking calculated strides towards the bed. What she wanted was obvious, the wafted scent of her desire reaching him and spreading throughout the air.

Roselyn laid there nude, completely naked, supporting her head with one arm and toying with her blonde curls with the other. She leisurely gave him a playful look and wet her ruby red painted lips with her tongue drawing him in with her body language. Hands in his pockets, he remained still resisting the invitation.

Is she really stark naked on my clean sheets was what oddly popped into his mind.

He always wanted everything in his room to be in perfect order including a fresh untouched bed. That would have been ideal on any other day but here was a woman openly offering him a night of endless possibilities. He quickly shrugged the negative thought from his head.

"There was once a time when you used to beg me to come to your bed and now you ask me what I'm doing here?"

She was right. Her body used to provide him with warmth in the past, in fact he had spent sleepless nights yearning to feel and possess it but that memory had drifted away and distanced itself like a dream. Was she still attractive? Hell yeah! Who could resist those irresistable curves and that etherial beauty? She could turn all most every head in the kingdom except for his. He was now far gone, disconnected and she had become like a complete stranger. That could partly be attributed to five years of celibacy which had shut down all emotions and sexual desires.

"Its best if you leave. You know that I will only hurt you", though the words were forced out of his mouth, they were the inevitable reality that they both needed to face. The last thing he wanted was to shoulder the blame of stealing her youth and have her waiting and wasting away. No, it wasn’t right and he couldn’t give her false hope.

He had just denied her, shattered the sensual atmosphere she had taken extra care to create but it didn’t stop a battle of conscience from being triggered in his mind. He needed a distraction, something or someone that would keep him occupied and help in resting his constantly wondering mind. He had suppressed this issue for long enough and now it was beginning to interfere in his day to day activities. He could not remember the last time he had just let go and forgotten about his current predicament. Yes a distraction was important but was this what he needed? Better yet was she the right woman to serve as a distraction. This was Roselyn, sacrificial and completely loyal. She had all of the qualities that anyone could wish for in a woman but in the end she had been the wrong one. After seriously dating her for three good years, making future plans for marriage, unforeseen circumstances had led him into ending the relationship without quarrelling or any real problems five years ago. She had stubbornly refused to accept it and had endlessly followed him around. If he accepted this offer today, she wouldn't be able to let him go when the time came for him to leave her.

"One night Xander, give me only one night and I promise I will never come again. Allow me to say my final goodbye. You at least owe me that". She was making this decision more difficult. One night? Then never seeing her ever again? She truly was a temptation.

He was the monarchy, the revered crown prince of Tithen and his pleasure would allow him to function more efficiently.

This is for Tithens sake, he tried to convince himself over and over again. It would soon be over and both of them would be satisfied. After all it wasn't as if he was cheating on anyone. ‘She’ was the one who had refused to answer his call and abandoned him. It was only fair for him to seek solace in another female. He wanted to sit next to Roselyn and trace the length of her leg with his palm. He imagined his hand roaming up towards one breast, cupping and massaging it watching her every expression.

What’s that damned scent?

His thoughts betrayed him shifting his attention towards the perfectly crafted, well organised furniture and the subtle greys and whites that illuminated the room. He had cautioned himself against all negative thoughts but the perfume was suddenly overwhelming irritating the heck out of him. There was something familiar about it, she had probably used it many years ago when they were still together. He caught a glimpse of her legs gently parting, inviting him to touch and stroke her and he looked away. A ball of anxiety was beginning to build up in his throat, forbidding him from continuing on this quest. It felt wrong, completely despicable as if someone was judgementally watching his every move. ‘She’ was watching him. What if ‘she’ knew what he was doing right now? He hadn’t done anything yet, not even touched Roselyn but still it was bad enough that he had considered it. If ‘she’ knew then ‘she’ would have a good reason not to answer him. He looked down at his pants and there was no erection.

This is for Tithen. I have to let her go, he tried to fight the ridiculous guilt.

His eyes went back to Roselyn’s face and he focused hard. He took in her entire appearance but still there was no response. It laid there completely asleep waiting for its owner.

"You heartless witch!!" he turned his head to the side, his hands falling out from his pocket, then looking up at the ceiling.

"What??" Roselyn sat up then slowly backed away, surprised at his words and the harshness of his tone. His attention went back to her, his forehead tightly creased equally questioning. He decided that her reaction bothered him, not just a little but a whole lot. He was well known for sometimes having an unpredictable nature but he had never hurt a woman before let alone someone that he had a history with.

"I’m not talking to you" he spoke calmly staring directly at her before turning away. He needed to find her clothes before losing the last bit of temperament that was left in him. He found them loosely hung over a chair at the corner of the room and went straight for them.

“Are you going to kick me out?”

"Yes, off course. Get dressed and leave," he threw them at her.

"Xander! What did I do wrong?" she asked kneeling on the bed and clutching her dress against her body. “Are you going to refuse to give me one night? Have I become that repulsive to you?"

He saw the hurt in her eyes and guiltily averted his. He didn't enjoy hurting her, had tried his best to let her go in the most painless way but how was he going to tell her that he had become dysfunctional? She would probably blame herself or if he was lucky she would understand but her pity was the last thing that he wanted. He should have just kicked her out the moment he walked into his room and avoided this embarrassment. Now he was only left with one choice which was to hurt and reject her.

"Get dressed. I have an early meeting tomorrow and I can't afford to be late.” He watched the tears forming in her eyes as she stared at him.

"Ayana told me that your entire day tomorrow is clear!"

He laughed sarcastically. So this was Ayana’s doing? Now thinking about it, there was no way Roselyn could have gained access to his wing without his mother’s consent.

"I don't need to explain myself to you"

“I know you still love me Zander. I see it in your eyes all the time. It’s tearing you apart to be away from me! I know you are bound by duty and I love you even more for that".

He could not believe his ears. What love had she seen? If only it were that simple, him remembering the old moments of shared affection. His past now felt meaningless as if a lot of time was wasted. If only he could just shut out this obsession and become the man that he once was. He had no control, needed only one woman, breathed and lived the thought of just one touch, one glance. He sighed at the pitiful sight in front of him. This just confirmed that Roselyn in his bed was a huge mistake.

"You need to get dressed. If I have to say it again I will throw you out naked as you are". She stared at him for what seemed like a very long time then began fumbling with her dress.

He could tell that she was very angry and about to burst into tears which somewhat disturbed him. Turning his back on her, he picked up a document from his dresser then began reading it. A shoe flew across the room, hitting him on his shoulder but he made no attempt to look in her direction and instead continued to browse through, turning to the next page. She had thrown a shoe at him, something that she had never dared to do and that gave him a sense of satisfaction. Her anger would help her to move on.

"Shut the door on your way out", he said coldly.

"On my way out??” she repeated. ” You think you can use me and just dump me like that? I am not going anywhere!!! You and me are going to build a family together like you promised".

He paid no attention to her and continued with his reading. If only Ayana were here to see the trouble she was causing. Roselyn, now fully dressed went to the corner of the room, kicked the side table out of the way then dropped herself onto the grey chaise.

"From now on I am going to be staying with you. Tsk, you think you can get rid of me that easily?"

Tired of pretending to read, Zander threw down the papers then started preparing for bed.

"Suit yourself. If I were you I’d fetch a blanket. It tends to get cold at night."

She rubbed her arm with her other hand as if she could already feel the cold. "I'm not stupid. You will lock me out if I leave"

Her response amused him a little. Did she think she could stop him if he made an attempt to kick her out? This entire scenario was becoming a bit hilarious. She had succeeded in becoming a distraction though not in the way he had anticipated. With one swoop he lifted up the comforter along with all of the sheets then dragged them to the balcony were he tossed them outside. Calling in a maid at this moment would only cause rumors and complications that he did not need. Satisfied with the result of a better smelling room he proceeded onto retrieving his spare bedding which was not as bulky as the ones he had thrown out but would perform the desired function.

What am I doing? He paused and thought hard.

He hadn’t considered the consequences of closing his eyes with Roselyn in his presence. She was likely going to strip again and enter his bed. He crossed the room, grabbed a black backpack from his closet then began picking out some casual clothes.

“What are you doing?” she glared at him following his every move.

He ignored her and continued on to grabbing a bath towel and some slippers. He needed to get out and be as far away from her as possible. The more time he spent here entertaining Roselyn, the longer it would take for him to find ‘her’. He needed to put an end to this senseless torture. ‘She’ was the one who was meant to be naked, in his bed and reeling him in not this.

“I’m not going anywhere do you hear me? When you return you will find me here!!!” Roselyn called out after him as he walked out and disappeared.