Chapter 1 – Calling


She had hated him for sleeping with the Queen and as hard as he tried to redeem himself, she was having none of it. More than once Eleanor told Jasper she never wanted to see him again until one day he was gone.

For the first few days after he left she was pretending it didn't matter. That his absence didn't bother her at all.

But after a while, as much as she hated it, Eleanor noticed how much she missed him with his teasing, his disgustingly pretty face and his silent way of letting her know that he had her back.

Eventually Eleanor sneaked into Ted's office while she knew him to be in a meeting. She didn't find anything except a side note from Ted, mentioning Mr. Frost went back to Vegas for 'Personal Reasons'.

She had no idea if it was just another lie of his or if he really went back to where he supposedly came from.

So she took a shot.

Eleanor always has been good at manipulating people and one little call to some millionaire's daughter, whose name she already had forgotten – something with a c, maybe Cindy? - , took her on a little party trip to Vegas with her private plane.

The former Princess had only been in this club for about one hour, giving paparazzi something to pay their bills with, before she called him.

She wasn't drunk.

She wasn't on drugs.

And she had no idea what to tell.

She wasn't even sure why she was in Vegas in the first place. Beyond her plan on 'how-to-get-to-Vegas-without-having-to-use-a-regular-plane' she didn't really think.

Sure, she missed him but Eleanor was too proud to ever admit that. Especially to him. She wanted to scream at him how much he had hurt her, how fucked up her life was. Yet again the man she could never trust again was the only one she wanted to trust.

Jasper had tried to get in contact with the former Princess several times since her father's death but she never responded. It wasn't very surprising that Jasper answered the phone after only a few seconds, sounding rather confused.

"Princess?"

"Can you pick me up?"

She tried her best to sound as cold and annoyed as usual. She was not giving him any reason to think she was actually here because of him. Why would she?

"I'm not in London, do you want me to call Ted for you?"

"Well I'm not in London either idiot, why do you think I called you? I'm in Vegas."

"What the fuck are you doing in Vegas? You don't have security anymore, do you realise how dangerous that is?"

Eleanor had to roll her eyes. She appreciated how he cared about her safety but couldn't he at least be happy she was here for a second? Fucking asshole.

"Then you better be here quick."

She gave him the name of the club and only 15 minutes later his car was waiting for her at the back entrance. Without hesitation Eleanor got in, waiting for him to drive, which he didn't do.

For a few minutes both of them just sat there in very uncomfortable silence, both too stubborn to say something first.

Eleanor sighed.

"If you don't start driving soon we'll have a mop of paparazzi chasing after us and I'd prefer to avoid that."

"So tell me Princess, where do you want me to drive you to?"

She didn't look at him but she knew he had this disgusting smirk on his face.

"Doesn't matter just go."

Surprisingly he actually followed her command.

"I need a drink. How about you drive me somewhere where I can get one."

"Is that an invitation, your majesty?"

"Nope, I just absolutely can't stand you while being sober."

She gave him her best death glare but it had less 'death' in it than 'I'm-really-glad you-are-here' and Eleanor bit her tongue trying not to smile at his knowing chuckle.

God, how she had missed this.


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