17. Waking Regrets (2)

[Luke]
Gross, Gross, Gross.
I couldn't believe she threw up on me, if it had been a minute later, she would have thrown up in my mouth, if she had been another person, I would have left her to sleep in her own vomit.
"Hey, look what you did to my clothes." I shook her shoulders but she was too out of mind to say anything.
I signaled to the bartender to have him clean up the mess and I carried her out of the club.
I couldn't take her to her house even though I knew her address, because I did not know where her keys were and I didn't want to, I wanted her to wake up next to me tomorrow and try to deny all the things that had happened tonight.
I also wanted to know what would make her get so drunk, it was obvious that she was a lightweight or probably not used to drinking.
I took her to my apartment in the city, it belonged to my mother, it was quite a secretive property and the staff were really professional and tight-lipped, that's why the press didn't know about this place.
I'm not sure my father knew about the place either, my mother had told me about the place when she was sick, she was always sometimes overwhelmed by the pressure of being a royal and needed to get away sometimes.
I liked the place because it was quiet and they referred to me as Mr and not Prince, but I hoped they would not slip in front of Claire.
I also loved to come here whenever I missed my mother, a part of her was still here and I made sure that nothing was changed, the place was just how she left it.
There was not much furniture, not too much design, it was a simple place with little or no luxuries.
Throughout the ride there, I prayed that she would not throw up in my car and just as I parked in the garage, the stench of vomit filled the air, she vomited in the back seat.
I got her out of the car and carried her upstairs. I gave my key to the valet and asked him to help me take the car to the carwash.
I took her to the bathroom and dropped her in the tub. She was saying a lot of gibberish and trying to touch me but I managed to hold her down. I filled the tub with water and began to take off her clothes.
Let me just say this, it was absolute torture.
I took off her dress and then took off her bra. I considered taking off her panties but I didn't want her to wake up and think that I'd taken advantage of her so I left it on.
I washed her off and when I was content that she wasn't smelling like vomit or alcohol, I toweled her dry, my hands rubbed part her big a** and full breasts, I had to look away from her to avoid the temptation.
My blood was boiling and I felt so hot, I was also painfully aware of my reaction to her body and the fact that it was going to be a long night.
When I'd finally dried her up, I gave her a shirt of mine and I carried her to bed, she passed out immediately and I covered her up.
I took her dirty clothes to the washer and I put them in.
You'd be surprised that a prince could operate a washer, but I learned a lot while schooling in America.
I also have other talents that you'll uncover soon.
I couldn't sleep, it was too much. I was constantly reminded that she was sleeping beside me, her naked body flashed before my eyes and I groaned. She also kept moving in her sleep and pressing her curves on me.
I closed my eyes and touched her full breasts through my shirt, her a** was pressing on me because she had her back to me.
She mumbled something in her sleep and I withdrew my hand immediately.
What was I thinking?
I climbed out of bed and went to the balcony, I had a stash of weed somewhere, I found it and then lit it, taking it with me to the balcony.
I didn't want the room to smell like weed, I hadn't smoked since my third year in college.
Claire was sleeping soundly on the bed, unaware of the torture I was going through, I took about two puffs before I started to feel high then I went inside and slept almost immediately.
I woke up a bit later than I usually did, I turned to my side and Claire was still sleeping soundly.
I got up from the bed and helped place her already washed and dried dress on a hanger and her bra.
I wondered how she would react when she remembered everything that happened last night.
I ordered some food and ate a little, I had a bit of a headache, I took some pills and left the rest on the table.
I considered leaving her and just going back to the palace but I didn't.
I left the room for a while and when it was almost noon, I went back to check on her. She had gotten up and she was vomiting inside a can. I picked up a glass of water and some Listerine and handed them to her, careful to keep my back turned to her.
She didn't recognize me at first and when she did, she bolted into the bathroom and stayed there for a while.
She was embarrassed.
She later came out when I called her and we had a fight. I wanted to know why she'd been so reckless and she was giving me attitude.
I was so enraged and I wanted her to feel some of the pain I felt and I began to insult her.
I regretted when she slapped me and when she began to cry.
It broke my heart to see her cry and when she started asking me why I hated her, I lost it.
I didn't hate her, she was inside my veins, I wanted to have her as mine, she made me act like a complete neanderthal who couldn't control his feelings.
I knew this wasn't love, but it was the strongest kind of lust I'd experienced for anyone before.
She was just something else.
I kissed her and she kissed me and when things were getting good, she pushed me away.
I learned later that she'd remembered and the look on her face was priceless, exactly what I wanted, but it didn't make me feel better, if anything, it made me feel worse, I hated seeing her so sad.
I asked why she'd gotten drunk and she began to tell tales, I hated when people lied to me, why couldn't she just tell me the truth.
At this point, I would forgive her anything, I didn't even care if she was a sl*t as long as she agreed to be my sl*t alone from now on, but I didn't like her lies.
I had seen her drinking at the French bar, she was a cheap drunk, but that didn't mean that I would believe that she'd never drunk alcohol before.
She got angry and defensive when I didn't believe and for a second I almost did, she was such a good actress, her acting skills were so genuine, I almost fell for them.
"You haven't finished telling me what happened," I growled out when she asked to leave.
"Why do you want to know, it's obvious that you don't believe me anyway, why do you think I'm such a terrible person, you weren't like this before, why did you change all of a sudden."
I wanted to believe her, I really wanted to, but I couldn't, she would end up deceiving me as Crystal did.
"Great, please tell me where my clothes are, I'm leaving, I'm sorry for all the trouble I caused you, tell me an amount so that I can reimburse you for your help."
Reimburse me?
That must've been the funniest joke I had ever heard, I decided to see how long she could keep up with her bluff because she was obviously bluffing and so I said.
"Fine, you owe me one hundred thousand kroner, you want to pay me back, that's how much you owe." I watched the color drain from her face and I saw uncertainty in her eyes before they were replaced with an even stronger fire.
"Fine, if you'll give me your contact, I'll pay you back, I don't have that much right now but if you can just give me a few—"
"You have a month," I said coldly. "Unless you have other methods of payment in mind, I accept payment in kind."