"You! How-how dare you! Stop this car immediately! STOP THIS CAR!!" Every word was perfectly spoken even under the threat of kidnapping. As a member of the aristocracy it was implied, even more so by a prince. The black Rolls Royce sped away and I didn't recognize my driver but saw a rather attractive brunet guy with dark green eyes. He didn't look that old. He was well built and hot; yes I noticed but could not be more than nineteen years old.
"I apologize for 'aving to do zis your Royal Highnezz-"
Cutting him off, I curtly replied "It's Your Serene Highness actually. The Royal would imply that I was an heir to a country, but I'm not."
"I apologize, Your SERENE Highnezz," He said emphasizing the serene. "But I 'ad no other option, 'oo zee." At that stage I zoned out, to entrance in his thick French accent.
My name is His Serene Highness, Prince Gregory Thorne. Papa was a prince and Mama came from a very wealthy family. Together they became the power couple of the town. Billionaire royals, one would think that I would have the perfect life. Unfortunately this was not the case. I am a sixteen year old boy. I have blonde hair and pale skin color. Mama gave me her blue eyes and her tiny and skinny frame that makes me look like a much younger kid. Apparently this was the reason for people always being over protective of me.
Papa and Mama died when I was eight in a car accident that left me the richest young prince in the world. I stayed with my Grandmamma. She is Her Serene Highness, Alexandra Thorne. She is Papa's mother and has always been supportive of me.
Noticing the car come to a stop I immediately noticed that we were in the industrial part of town. Walking around the brunet guy opened the back door for me, but I was staring straight ahead with my nose in the air. I was wearing a black tuxedo as we, Grandmamma and I had gone to see the Russian Ballet that was in town. We even had our own box and halfway threw I had felt sick and decided to go home. Grandmamma had said that she would see me late at the house.
"Your Highnezz?" Ignoring the man I kept looking forward when he reached in and grabbed my arms and pulled me out of the car throwing me over his shoulder. I gasped indignantly and hit him repeatedly on the back half screaming. "Put me down! Put me down you impertinent bastard!" He threw me down on a very dodgy looking bed then cuffed my right wrist to the bedpost.
"W-w-what do y-y-you w-want?" I asked fearfully realizing for the first time that I may die. He didn't answer me and walked outside locked the door and I think he must have parked the car inside so the police could not see it.
"My family is very rich. If you want money they'll pay if you don't harm me." I said quivering with fear as he walked towards me.
Sitting down next to me he said "My name ess Christophe DeLorne. I was 'ired to protect 'oo at school. Recently your Grandmuzza 'as received threatz against 'oo and az I 'ave been a mercenary and I'm only nineteen she 'ired me zo that I may blend in at school for your protection."
"Then why the hell did you kidnap me tonight?" I half yelled at him.
"We received a tip zat 'oo may be kidnapped at the ballet and we deedn't 'ave time to inform your grandmuzza so I just kidnapped 'oo. She will be informed once she ess home and zen I will deliver 'oo personally."
"So you work for me?" I asked looking at him.
"Oui, in a way Your Highnezz." He said looking pissed. I felt satisfaction that I was going to cut this cocky, handsome and much to arrogant boy right down to size!
"Well, then first remove the cuffs and secondly you are fired." I was look at him smugly with my ice prince persona in full force.
Getting up he walked to the door.
"What are you doing?" I asked looking at him dressed casually in ripped jeans and a white T-Shirt. He really did have a reason for being so cocky. The veins on his muscles could be seen all the way from the moon. He had only a slight covering of hair, not to much that was kind of sexy. WTF! What are you thinking of Gregory? He is an employee and he is obviously straight.
"Don't ignore me" I yelled out. My psychiatrists say that I go mad when people ignore me, because my rich family didn't give me enough attention. Even Grandmamma was always busy at functions and committees.
"Someone haz daddy izzuez. Lookz like 'oo deedn't get enough love and attention az a child. You know what Princezz?" He was speaking calmly and quietly. "People like 'oo are spoiled and pampered and I 'ave gotten used to not getting into argumentz wiz YOUR type." He was casually lighting a cigarette while not even looking at me.
"You arrogant asshole, you know nothing about me! You live a quiet and peaceful life. You don't get hunted down by paparazzi when you are eight years old and your parents died. You don't get threatening letters everyday of your life. You don't get kidnapped by people you have never met and cuffed to a bed like some animal! So don't you dare tell me that MY TYPE!" I spat that at him. "Is pampered and spoiled. The money is not all it's cut out to be Mr. DeLorne."
He looked at me then came over to the bed and removed the cuff. He held me wrist and rubbed it until the soreness felt a little better.
"Your wrizt ess zo tiny. I'm 'orry I 'urt 'oo." He said as he looked at me and kept rubbing my wrist.
"I'm not tiny." I said petulantly, just like a child. I never acted like this, what was this guy's hold over me?
"I deedn't mean eet like zat, 'oo are perfectly formed. 'oo are just smaller, but that makez 'oo look even more hotter." He had this husy voice and I got goose bumps all over my body and started to shake.
"I'm zorry, are 'oo cold?" He asked.
"No, thank you. I'm fine." I said. "And put out the damn cigarette! It's incredibly rude to smoke and common!"
"Well excuse me princezz! But I don't 'ave ze money for Cuban cigars." He was scowling at me and I was glaring at him.
"I don't mean the brand you quaff. I mean smoking is gross and common, you'll get cancer and yellow teeth." I said glaring at him as he laughed.
"Why are you laughing?" I asked annoyed.
"What ze fuck ess a quaff?" He barely got the words out before he burst into another round of laughs. I couldn't help it and had this stupid grin on my face.
I reluctantly admitted that I didn't know, but he kept laughing.
"I should stop smoking; I only started in school because all my friends were doing eet." He smiled and put out the cigarette on the floor.
"Ah, you were that kid in school." I said rolling my eyes. "Probably prom king and slept with the entire female population of the school." I hated those kids.
"Well I slept wiz mozt of ze hot guyz, but yeah I was ze king." He was so arrogant! God, it really got to me.
"You slept with guy too?" I looked at him.
"No, I only slept wiz ze guyz. I'm gay." He looked at me weirdly.
"Oh…" Insert nervous laughter. "I didn't know." I said looking away.
"Are 'oo blushing?"
"NO!" I lied.
"oo are! I theenk 'oo like me." He said smiling that arrogant smile. "oo are gay too. I bet wiz your looks 'oo've 'ad so many guyz eet ess not even funny!"
"Noooo!" I said dragging it out. "I haven't even snogged a guy, or girl for that matter."
"I knew you weren't American. Snog? 'oo 'ave to be English right?" He said flashing that much to debonair smile at me.
"Lord, I need a drink." I muttered to myself. A silence start between us and suddenly I remembered what he had said to me a few minutes ago about daddy issues.
"What does that mean? Daddy issues?" I said looking at him and lifting a brow.
"oo are damaged. 'oo alwayz want more attention zan 'oo can pozziably get. Zat ees why 'oo are zo driven zo succezzful in school and everyzing. 'oo are looking for the approval of everyone, because 'oo deedn't get eet at home."
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As I stormed into my house and slammed the door in Christophe's face. I stormed down the marble hallway into the enormous library where I knew my grandmother would be waiting. Classical music was playing as she was sitting in front of a grand fireplace under a huge portrait of me standing beside her as she sat in a chair. We both were wearing formal clothes the day it was painted.
"Gregory, I'm so happy to see you alive." My grandmother said totally drunk. That seems to be a problem with the idle rich alcoholics. She was sipping a martini. I love her and she was funny when she was totally zonked.
"Where can I buy a gun?" I asked.
"Almost anywhere. Why?" She asked. Most people would have laughed at this response, but I was to upset at Christophe.
"Christophe! He is such a horrible person." I said angrily.
"Sweetheart, don't be mean. He is a nice person. Don't be a snob." She said as she took another sip. She was a beautiful woman at fifty-two. She was elegant and stylish and looked better then most moms in my school. Right now she was wearing a beautiful purple, blue and white evening gown with white gloves that reached past her elbows. Her jewels alone could feed the whole Africa for a year.
"Great, so now both of you think I'm just this high-maintenance mess who's desperate for attention!" With that said I stormed out of the room and up the stairs to my suite.