Meet the princess

**Chrissy** 

“Who the eff am I?” she reiterated. 

“Oh, are you scared to use the F word?” I snapped offhandedly. “Look, I don't know what you are talking about. Your man is not here. He doesn't live here—I don't even know him. You missed your tracking,” I stated firmly, but her gaze said otherwise. 

“Boys?” she called out and three men scurried towards her like puppets. “Find him,” she instructed as they rushed into the house. 

“You can't go in there,” I interjected. “Who do you think you are?” I scowled.

“Well, I'm looking for my man,” she said. 

Tension formed inside me as I used the trash bag to hit one of her guys and someone held arms. It was one of her guards who stood by the car. 

“You can't come in here and ransack my house. I'm gonna call the cops ‘cause even the cops need to have a search warrant,” I retorted. Grappling with the big guy was difficult and was not a feat for me. 

In less than two minutes, the men were out of the house. 

“Seen him?” she asked them. 

They bowed first, “No, your highness!” they said in unison, and that dropped the bomb in my head. 
She was a princess or a crown without a crown at the moment. 

Was Dayle having an affair with a royal or is this some flimsy prank? I asked myself. 

“Let her go,” she instructed the guard holding me like a criminal. When he released me, I whimpered in slight pain. “Miss ‘whoever’, I'm a very nice woman who hates to be crossed. You’ve been harboring my lover and it is going to cost you your life, I swear!” she casually said it like it was nothing. 

“Excuse you! I'm not harboring Dayle. He's my boyfriend and we've been living together for years. I guess you missed your tracking,” I said. 

“Who the hell is Dayle? Did Egan change his name or something?”

“Wait, Egan is the one you're looking for?” I asked after the realization of things. 

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She rolled her eyes, “What else were you thinking? Look, I don't have time. Egan was last seen here—yesterday. So where did he go?” she asked, without letting me process everything. “I really need your help. I'm sorry for the raid and that, I was desperate. Can we talk inside? It's sunny!” she snapped, fanning herself when the sky was barely sunny. 

“I can't let a stranger in,” I protested. “I don't know you and I'm not sure who you are or what you're doing here!” I said, my thoughts spiralling. 

In less than a second, Ken approached as the men tried to hold him back. 

“Hey, let go of my friend…” I protested again. 

“Do you know him?” she asked me, scanning Ken like an AI smart pen. 

“Don’t get me started again. That's my best friend. Hello?!” I snapped as she signaled them to release them. 

“Suck my dick!” Ken cussed at them as he walked over to me, studying the lady and me. “Aren’t you a princess or… maybe just a lookalike? I've seen your… face around—somehow,” Ken snapped, we were both unsure who she was and what she wanted. But he was internet savvy and so he could be right. 
Fuck me! What if she is a princess?

“I'm Nova Princeton, Princess of Norway,” she said firmly with a smug smile. 

“Just like that?” I asked as my eyes darted to the small Norwegian flag on the car, piecing everything together. “Oh, um, your highness. I didn't think you were a princess,” I admitted. 

“It's okay! Let's talk please,” she said as we walked into the house, three of us while the men waited outside just like she had ordered. 

…
“I have espresso coffee, wine, juice, and water. Whatchu you like?” I asked casually as she sat on the sofa, her eyes surveying our living room. 

“I'm fine, thanks!” she politely said. I guess I misjudged her. 

Ken and I shared a couch adjacent, sharing questionable gazes while she continued. “I apologize for raiding your home. It's beautiful I must say—pretty decor! But I love my things colorful and bright and—”

“With all due respect. Princess. Nova. Princeton. This is my friends’ house and they love their decor very simply and… homely. What do you want again?” Ken asked. 

“Okay!” she sighed. “I'm here for Egan Montez, my sources told me that I could find him here. In fact, he's been here for some time, right?” 

“Before I answer that, I would like to know your relationship with him first.” I chimed in. Maybe it was the right or wrong thing to do. 

“He’s my betrothed! Look,” she pulled out her phone, tapped and swiped a few times before shoving her cell phone in our faces. 
Ken and I moved closer to see the pictures. It was a picture of her, Egan’s parents, and her. They were having dinner at Egan’s house. I recognized the interior very well. 

We sat back down, letting the new information sink in. 

She put down her phone and continued. 

“I didn't come here to lie or take fake identities. I'm here for Egan. We are supposed to get married soon and both our parents have consented and so… he left,” she said. I could sense the sadness in her tone which makes me wonder why Egan never spoke about her. 

Did Dayle know? 

“Okay! Your highness! The truth is, Egan was here and we got into a huge fight alongside my boyfriend but he left last night. I really don't know where he is and don't care,” I stated, still hurt over what had happened. 

“I wouldn't come here if I hadn't looked around. He makes things unnecessarily difficult for us.” her eyes rolled sadly. “We are supposed to be married by Joe and he keeps running off like some… kid and it makes me sick and angry.” she let out, her voice breaking. 
Ken and I were silent and surprised. I mean, she's a princess, most men would want her. 

“I know what you're thinking! I love the guy, okay? And… I can't help but find him. I feel like he's clinging to her and it upsets me the most,” she said as she rose to leave, but lady words caught me—Ken and me. 

“Um… what- what girl? I mean, do you know this girl?” I asked before I could pinch myself. Meanwhile, Ken had already tugged my side while we also rose. 

The princess halted, staring intently at me. 

“I don't but you match her description,” she snapped as I swallowed. “Please, put a call across if you see him. Thanks for having me,” she forced a smile at me and headed out before Ken and o could say anything. 

Ken headed to the door and made sure that she had left with her convoy before returning to me. 

“Wow!” he let out, shocked. His hands were barely on his waist. “You are fucked,” he added without sympathy. 

“Officially, Ken!” I dragged my knees to my chest as my best friend drew closer to me and sat beside me. 

“Did you know that Egan had a Barbie girlfriend?”

“Beats me, Ken. She just popped up and I actually don't care if he does. At this rate, it's better not to talk about a guy who purposefully ruined my life last night because he was goddamn jealous,” I let out. It was a lot to give for an answer, but it wasn't a lie either.  

“Where is Dayle?” he asked, respecting my choices for now. I know Ken, we would revisit this topic much later. 

“I don't know. He's not answering my calls or texting back,” I snapped. 
Freshly hurt about our fight lady night. “He’s never slept out! He comes home no matter what,” I explained. 

“Alright baby, go change. Let's swing by the office. He loves working his ass out and so he has to be there,” Ken pressed. 

“What if—”

“You haven’t tried and so you wouldn't know,” he interrupted calmly as I nodded with a firm resolve to find ‘MY MAN’.