My name is Y/N Brown. My dad works as a baker in one of the most well-known bakers in England. My existence was very pleasant until I got caught up In a one night stand with the prince of England; Tom Holland. Now how did the most unfortunate night of my life begin? Yesterday was my 21st birthday so I decided to get under the influence of alcohol for the first time. I don't recall anything aside from waking up beside the Prince on the expensive royal bed.
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CHAPTER ONE
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My eyes opened to the sight of an elegant bedroom. The room is like an ideal magazine cover. I'm afraid to take a seat in case I wrinkle the fabric or stain it with something I do not even recognize is on my pants. The couch is cream however inlaid with exceptional green silk; leaves embroidered so delicately that they could have landed there in springtime and simply sunk in, but I recognise that they took hundreds of hours to sew. The white curtains are linen, the kind of white that is untouched by arms and without dust. A careless look to the right indicates me the nearly hidden cords which are used to open and near them. there's no tv, no bookshelf, no dining desk, best the chairs organized around the bespoke fire which leaps with a gasoline flame. The bedspread was made of silk mattress softer than The ground is an extravagant polished wooden, dark and freed from dust or clutter but what I did not realize was that I was laying ON the bed with a very attractive man beside me.
A guy with brown eyes, Those brown eyes are a million hues, so I wonder what the word "brown" even means. They are the forest and the autumnal leaves, the soil in the summertime and after the rains. How could we ever reduce something so spellbinding to one word, when the colours invite us to marvel in their simplicity, very recognizable brown eyes indeed he was Tom Holland; the prince. He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. I guess he must get used to that, the sudden pause in a person's natural expression when they looked his way followed by overcompensating with a nonchalant gaze and a weak smile. Of course, the blush that accompanied it was a dead give-away but his posh princely attitude ruined the whole image. You were lost in your thoughts when you looked down and saw you were wearing nothing and it finally hit you you had slept with him, you had slept with the prince.
I quickly get up and look around the room for my clothes. Fuck, I whispered as I see its a poshly decorated room. As fast as I can speak I run while grabbing my clothes to the door. Leaving already? a male voice asks behind me. Without thinking twice I run out the door and leave the premises of the palace.
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- Flashback from last night -
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« Happy Birthday y/n », my dad, exclaims. « Thank you, dad, I hugged him looking at the massive cake in front of me. Finally 21!! I grab my phone after celebrating with my dad and message my best friend Olivia. ( swipe to see ) O: happy birthday y/n!! Y: thank you liv O: tonight we hit the night clubs Y: yes we’ve been waiting forever and now here we come O: pick you up at 6? Y: sounds like a plan.
I wore a pink gown made of delicate, satiny fabric, long and loose. A semicircular, high collar made of silk-like materials that headed the knee-length robe.
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As soon as we arrived at the night club we walked in and ordered our drinks. Once we got them Olivia and I sat down at our table and waited for the crowd to get busier. It was early for a night club so there was nothing much to do. Once the clock stoke 6:30 a whole crowd comes running in and starts to dance to the music. As soon as I reach the dance floor I bump into a few people but Olivia and I live our best life. Dancing like no ones watching, singing like no ones listening. I decide to get some air after indicating Olivia about it who nods I exit the club. Following me comes an attractive male who stands next to me with a vodka. « Well hello, darling », the well-spoken gentleman says. I was in shock thinking someone this handsome and well-spoken was at a night club. « Hi », I laugh as the control over my body was gone and the alcohol was taking over. I defined regretted taking 4 shots. « Like the club? », he asks trying yo drive a convo. « Yeah it's nice », I reply. « nice? This is one of the best night clubs in the whole of London and all you can say is nice », he chuckles. « One of the best.. », I pause and look at him. Something familiar comes to mind which I can't wrap around my head. « Tom », he smiles. « One of the best night clubs, Tom », I continue. « oh I’m y/n by the way », I smile and walk-in. If only I knew what was waiting for me in the next few minutes.
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