Chapter 3 Interaction

Every day is an enjoyable, unexpected roller coaster journey through life.

"You look sexy though but I will prefer lace next time or nothing, probably!" She realized something else, and her eyes widened even more as he grinned. All she had on was her panties.

She looks down at herself uneasily, the color draining from her complexion.

That night's humiliation of sleeping unclothed was over. She swiftly snatched up the duvet, covering her entire body except for her face, which she peered out to gaze at him.

He wanted to laugh heartily at her behavior, but he maintained his dignity and gave her a perverse look.

"How dare you walk in the room of lady without a permission!" She looked at him angrily and screamed at the top of her lungs at him. He calmly sat, staring, his mouth gaping.

"Your voice is great and booming. We'll use it in the near future for more beneficial reasons." He claims that she gets goosebumps and shivers down her spine as soon as her nerves tingle.

When he entered the room, she was practically nude, and she immediately began to have an ecstatic sensation throughout her body due to his speech.

What is going on with me? She instantly thought of it and pulled her together, but she quickly regretted it. As the morning light began to rise, he was staring at her with a harsh expression.

"Now, You had the audacity to get late and make me wait for you the whole day and impertinence to yell over me."

He observed her sitting erect, as though she were a youngster receiving a reprimand for pilfering the ice cream from the kitchen at a late hour.

"Balleterina, you are going to pay the greatest price of your life! He says, "Now, get up, take a shower, and get dressed in the most beautiful dress you own."

She nods and looks down, afraid to meet his menacing green eyes. He had a demon-like appearance. She fails to bring it up. Maybe it was because she woke up this morning in a terrifying manner.

As she sensed a presence approaching from below, she gasped and her blue and green eyes met before she could glance up.

"You'll regard me with the same arrogance that you used to hurl at me. You are not allowed to take your orbs away from me for the rest of your life. I get it now!" He gives a command, and she slowly nods in agreement, as though his seductively bright eyes have hypnotized or mesmerized her.

For a moment, she was afraid of the dark, according to his eyes.

He is Human, not yet a Demon! She took her time to notice him as he stepped away from her and stood erect in front of her.

He had a well-defined body and was tall, with a flawlessly slender belly and abdomen. His strong, well-defined face, which featured a prominent, pointed jaw, flowed beautifully down the strength of his flawless neck, throat, solid chest, and abs.

He was just a Greek beauty, scorching and seductive. His lips were crisp and full like an Adonis.

When her gaze landed on his perfectly veined arms, his curled sleeves, she was just about to relish his charm with her eyes.

Oh no! B******, this pervert is hot! The moment a loud, throat-clearing sound brought her back to Earth, she instantly lost her composure.

"I won't wait!" Knowing she wouldn't get another shot with him, he gave the order. Giving her privacy, he turned around and left the room, shutting the door behind him.

She went into the closet area after taking a shower, slipping into underwear and jeans while searching for the t-shirt.

Oh, I see. I threw it on the couch in the bedroom early yesterday morning. She speaks for herself, recalling the events of the previous day.

She paused in disbelief, her eyes wide, and calmly walked outside in whatever she was looking for—a t-shirt.

László Standing there, transformed into brand-new parts of an expensive suit, Michael Rodriguez was staring at her with his mouth-watering seductive eyes.

He was staring at her as if it were no big deal, and she was standing there looking shocked. His frigid stare flickered fast as his eyes savored her body with hunger.

"Nice Bossom!" Her blue pupils widened in shock at his sly smile. With a furious look, she turned to hide and grab something, but only a pillow could provide assistance.

"What are you doing here?" When she asked, he chose to ignore her inquiry and take hold of the one item she was specifically searching for. Silently forwarding it to her, he gasped as he released it from his hands and looked everywhere but at himself.

"Change!" She turns to face him, her eyes shockingly meeting his as he gives the command. Was he really judging me?

He fashioned her a small bunny and gave her the order, "Change or I will do it myself!" She stood in the corner as he left her.

He leaves the room slowly, and as soon as he does, she runs inside to shut the door and exhales with relief.

On our second meeting, I was once again nude! A loud knock startled her as she was thinking and leaning against the door in relief, causing her to stand alert.

"Change Bella!" He demanded from the order side of the door threatening her without his presence likewise.

After taking some time to get ready, she entered the living room and saw the royal security personnel positioned around in a white suit. A push on her back jolted her out of her daze as she was starring at males in her flat.

"Here Ballerina!" Her heart caught fire as he grinned once again. She couldn't help but notice that her cheeks on either side had tiny, winy dimples.

"Leave!!" He gave an order while glancing at his men, and she shivered slightly for a moment upon hearing his stern and impersonal delivery of commands. She was interrupted from her moment of relishing him with her eyes.

"What do you like to eat for breakfast Ria!" He inquired, glancing at her, and she looked about uneasily before giving him a light nail scratch.

"Damn, why I am scared and nervous around this perv who watched me naked more than once!" When her wrist was gripped, she thought to herself to pull her hands away from her neck.

"Ria, you'll injure yourself! When we go to London, these things are coming off your nails!" She looks at him in disbelief as soon as he gives the instruction.

"What do you mean? To you, I remain anonymous! You cannot put any pressure on me or around me." He stares at her as well as she looks at him. Fantastic women, fighting for yourselves.

"Nail arts and nail products are off limits to royal women. And you will die as my wife when the time comes. Thus, keep in mind that adoption will benefit from your early adoption."

She is staring at him in complete disbelief as he commands her to look at him.

"This is taking place! I'm not able to run now." When she felt hands on her lower back, her thoughts were disoriented.

When it got cold again, she looked up instantly and saw her emerald eyes demon gazing at her adoration.

Did I perceive love, or was it just my seductive thoughts?

"I will change the rules if you want!" Without saying anything further, he asks her to relocate and gives her a slight shove. As she enters the living room, two men standing next to each other, staring at her, and a man dressed as a chef stand in one corner.

László leads her to a seat on the lengthy sofa and sits next to her. Her gaze landed on the quantity of dishes, bread, and butter spread out on the table. For breakfast, it was rather a lot.

"You ordered this much, but why? It'll produce garbage, László." She looks at her, then bites her tongue to hide her error and closes her eyes.

All she did in front of his people was call him by his first name. Hector's gaze gets big. He was about to interject, but Laszlo stopped him with a raised hand and a terrified look at Astraea.

"Astraea look at me!" With a commanding gaze, he looked at her. When he drew closer, hands still on his thighs, she shot her eyes open, staring at her with fearful daring.

"Just cause royal people aren't here you call me by name as much you want." With a smile of perfect acceptance, he asked. She gives him a startled, round-eyed look.

"Come on help me in finishing this!" Her dancing nerves died when he gave another command. But he's really dangerous! She started her drink and thought.

"London is where we're heading! You were rejected, therefore your parents called you." After they had been silent for a time, he says, cutting his dish and putting it in his mouth while glancing at her.

"I will still say No!" She spoke as though there were no major issues, and everyone in the vicinity halted once more, staring at her.

László, having been rejected by the same woman a second time, slowly chewed his dinner without speaking. Astraea Vance or Ballerina, you're going to be my wife! There will never be a choice for you.