proud and prejudiced

Lane Vanderbilt. 29. Prince of England. I'm a diamond in the rough a shiny piece of coal, tryin' to reach my goal my power of speech unimpeachable.

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“It is not.” Idella retorted, her voice coming out in a hoarse whisper. Despite her efforts, she couldn’t stop herself from thinking about the previous night. She recalled them both being in a slightly similar position on the couch. They were kissing, before his lips found other parts of her body. The memory made her flush as heat crept up throughout her body. Her gaze shifted to his mouth, her tongue peeking out to wet her suddenly parched lips. “You can let go of me now.” She managed to croak out the meek demand. 

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There it was again, the rosy tinge he’d seen on her cheeks the night before. It was enough to make any man’s resolve weaker.  His thumb rubbed against her spine. When her attention shifted to his lips, he took the moment to study her. The guardian’s dramatic cheek bones and long lashes did nothing to stop the urge that was slowly growing in him. Her words held the same demand but her tone wavered. “Do you want me to?” He asked, his voice a mere whisper, as he continued gently rubbing circles on her back with his thumb.

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Idella thought that she would be home free, but her wishful thinking was just that. Of course, Lane wouldn’t let her go. That would require him to have a heart and compassion which he was clearly lacking. She tried tugging her wrist back, but it was definitely the wrong move. The Guardian found herself falling, and landing on the prince with a groan a mere seconds later. “Ow… Are you trying to kill us both?” She questioned as she glared down at the male. It was in that time that she realized their close proximity. She was half naked, and so was he! The worst part was, he still hand his hands on her. “Get your hands off me and that better be your leg that I’m feeling.” She warned, hoping like hell that she was not pressed up on his morning boner. Though she would never admit it, she was rather impressed by the prince’s equipment.

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Her long brown hair tickled his cheek as he returned her glare with a sheepish grin. “All in a day’s job.” The prince lost himself in the dark brown pools of her eyes, and the expanding of her chest whenever she inhaled. God bless the Dorchas. His legs brushed against the soft skin of hers, and it was getting hard to focus with the admittedly hot guardian pressed against him this way. At this point he wasn’t sure if his erection was still because it was morning. His eyes fell onto her lips, remembering the way they felt the night before. “It’s my leg.” He said with a smile, not bothering to say it convincingly.

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“Shut up, Lane!” Idella hissed, her face was so hot she was sure people at the other end of the castle would be able to see her flushed features. She wanted to get away as soon as possible before he could make light of her lapse of judgment even further. Once the prince’s back was turned, she released the blanket and began to undress. She couldn’t find her under garments, so she went without. Luckily for her, the shirt was of a dark color and was long enough to cover everything. It came down just a few inches above her knees, and with the belt firmly wrapped around her waist, she was sure that nothing would be showing. Not wanting to humiliate herself even more, she brushed past Lane and walked out of the closet without uttering single word. With any luck, he’d let her leave and spare her the indignity.

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Idella often turned red when she was angry, but this shade was a whole new level he hadn’t seen. It put a smile on his face even as he turned around and heard her shuffle around his items. When she brushed past him, he’d encircled his fingers around her wrist, grabbing her mid-escape. The prince meant to torture her one last time, and didn’t expect her momentum to pull them both to the ground. As they fell, he twisted so that he would get the brunt of the trauma, Idella landing safely on top of him as his arm was still wrapped around her waist. Lane gave her a cheeky grin, implying that he’d meant to do it. Only faltering slightly because of the dull pain on his back. He hadn’t realized that they were both barely dressed, with him in nothing but boxers and Idella in only his shirt.

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“I have to undress to get dressed. You’re just following because you want a show, and I did not undress myself last night.” Idella hissed, clearly remembering who had done the undressing. It wasn’t her, but him. Embarrassment flushed her cheeks, making them even redder than they were minutes ago. That seems to becoming a trend here, and it was really starting to get on her nerves. “You can come to my room tonight, when hell freezes over.” Incredible how this one man could get under her skin without much effort. “Turn around. I’m changing.” She demanded with a glare. 

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He raised a brow as she reddened before his very eyes. It was a sight to behold. With a smirk, he stepped into the large closet, taking a seat on one of the small chairs. She knew what happened last night, might as well bring it up to torment her. “Yeah because I did.” Lane remarked, bracing himself for hell. “What’s your moisturizer? It smells glorious.” Her jaw still ticked whenever she got mad. Over the night it’s turned into more of an endearing trait rather than a tell he watches as a past time. To his surprise, he did turn around at her request. He may be a dick, but he was still a gentleman. At least as gentlemanly as he could manage.

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Roman shrugged. “I can respect that. Usually I do the same.”

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“Like birds of a feather.” He replied, with a curt nod.

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“Why are you following me?” Idella asked with her brows raised. Lane looked all too pleased with himself. He was so relaxed, she felt the urge to punch him just so she could wipe that smirk off his face. The Guardian rolled her eyes and went back to searching for her clothes. After a time, she found a button down shirt which should be long enough for her to wear as a dress. She then looked through his belt collection, and found one that should fit around her waist. Her hues shifted back at the male, her eyes narrowing as she shot back bitterly. “The only way I would be paying a visit tonight is if you’re dead.—Are you planning on dying?” 

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“I need to make sure you’re not going to start undressing yourself again. You have the tendency to do that, as you know.” He joked, crossing his arms as he saw the annoyed expression on her face. It was a shock even to him that he’s managed to stay alive with all of his teasing the Amazonian woman. Maybe she had a soft spot for him after all. The very thought made him want to double over laughing. “Considering the perks I get whenever you visit my room, maybe dying will be worth it.” Lane teased. “Or maybe you’d rather I visit you instead. I’m open to suggestions.”

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“Ugh, I hate you…” Idella hissed under her breath. A part of her wanted him to hear it, and another didn’t. It was weird and confusing. She couldn’t look him in the eyes anymore. Not after what went down last night. The Guardian was only embarrassed because of her slutty behavior the previous night. Note to self, never drink again. Especially not around her liege. “You can sit there and continue to make fun of me if you’d like. I’m stealing your clothes.” Pulling the comforter off the bed, she draped it across her body and waddled into the male’s closet almost like a penguin.

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He watched her walk away, grinning at how adorable she looked wrapped in his comforter. “Why don’t you just wear what you’re wearing now? Looks just fine to me.” He called after her, standing up and following the girl to his closet. Lane leaned against the door frame as he watched her walk about, looking for clothes. There was something endearingly amusing about the situation they were put in. Try as he might, he can’t stop milking it for what it’s got. “Do you plan on visiting me again tonight? I could make some arrangements for your stay to be more suited to your liking.”

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“It might concern me actually.” Liam smiled and spoke in a hushed tone as if he was telling a secret. “—You see, I was planning on asking her out. And who knows where that might lead to. She could end up becoming my future wife, or if I’m really lucky, she might even be my soulmate.” 

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Lane scoffed, disgusted as he pushed Liam’s shoulder. “Piss off, Liam.” He said, frowning. He’d rather gut himself than see him even remotely close to his sisters.

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“I’m not a Princess, and I’m not lying.” Idella’s cheeks were growing red from both anger and embarrassment. Why couldn’t Lane just leave things be? He didn’t have to be a jerk about this, and yet he chose to be. Still, she wouldn’t allow it. No, she wasn’t going to fall into his trap. Not this morning when her head was still pounding from last night’s drink fest. She forced her eyes back at the prince, her right hand shot out to slap at the hand tugging on the hem of the shirt she was wearing. “Don’t touch me. This is not funny! I’m not going to wear this back to my room. People will talk!” 

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Lane laughed as she swatted him away. “Last night, you were so keen on me touching you and today you don’t want me to. So which one is it, Idella?” He asked, quirking a brow. The prince played with the edge of the throw pillow he’d perched upon his lap. “Please, feel free to look around. Maybe you’d find clothes that aren’t mine.” He continued, as his attention turned to his guardian again. Lane gave her a cheeky smile. “You know, if you’re going to make a habit of stripping in my room at night, you might as well leave some of your clothes here.”

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“I didn’t do anything to you, and you know it.” Idella retorted through gritted teeth. She shifted her attention back to the man as her hues bore a metaphorical hole onto his face. She couldn’t think about last night, and all the things that she knew happened between them. That had to be a lie. At least that was what she kept chanting to herself to ease the guilt she was feeling. “Stop saying things like that!” She hissed. “—I need to leave. Get me a shirt.” The Guardian didn’t bother to ask nicely, her head moved away from Lane’s to avoid seeing his very prominent morning wood which he was trying to conceal with a cushion. 

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“Things like what? You mean the truth? Not very heroic of you to encourage lying, princess.” He replied, sitting on the couch again. This was just too easy. Her rage was evident, and any sane man could see the fires of hell burn in the guardian’s eyes. But Lane wasn’t as sane as he wished he was. Not even near. “I already got you a shirt.” The prince lazily remarked as he gently tugged at the hem of the polo she wore. “Would you prefer to slip into something more comfortable?” He playfully drawled as her attention shifted away from him.

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“—Nothing. I want nothing from you. Dinner is served. I just came to tell you.” She answered her brother curtly. 

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“I thought it would be something important.” He replied as he fixed his things. “Take a seat, I’m just finishing up.”

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“What did you do to me?!” Idella growled, her eyes narrowing into slits and chest heaving as the urge to beat him to death intensified. The Guardian tried to recall the night, but all that she could remember were blurry bits and pieces. She recalled their snide remarks, and the rancid alcohol, and then… Oh no. No, no, no… She kissed him! And his mouth were… Her gaze drifted down towards her– and she had to swallow the bile rising from her throat. That didn’t happened. Nope, it was a nightmare. She would never have done it. Stubbornly, she drew in a breath and shot daggers at the male with her eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.—Where are my clothes? I need to get dressed.” She demanded, her hues already scanning the room, looking for her items of clothing.

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“I think the better question is what you did to me.” He retorted, lifting a brow. Everything that transpired the previous night was still crystal clear in his head, and he was determined to use it to his advantage. Realization dawned over her features and her denial was enough to permanently plaster his smirk onto his face. “Well after you graciously took them off last night, I had them dry cleaned.” Lane continued, crossing his arms. The cold wind that blew against his thighs made him realize how exposed he was, in only his boxer briefs and not much else. The prince grabbed a pillow and covered his manhood, erect for no reason other than it was morning and possibly the graphic dream he’d relished the night before. It didn’t faze him one bit.

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“—Will you ever listen to me?” Lexi asked in a meek voice. 

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Lane let loose an exasperated sigh. He didn’t have the time for this. “What do you want, Lexi?”

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TIME SKIP

An incessant chirping woke Idella up. She flung her arms around and groaned at the loud noises, as she tried to make it stop. Finally, she gave up on sleep and opened her eyes. Light shined brightly into them, she had to squint to ward it away. Slowly, she sat up and looked around the room a little confused of her whereabouts. Her head was pounding, but she was able to focus enough to recognize the room that she was in. She was in Prince Lane’s chamber, and if that wasn’t enough, her gaze drifted to his sleeping form. The Guardian jumped out of the bed and screamed seeing her partially dressed state. “What did you do to me?!” Using a pillow, she pummeled the man with it as she continued to panic.

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His dreams were filled with Idella’s moaning, and just as the pseudo dream girl called out his name in climax, he felt a pillow slam against his chest. The shock made Lane fall off the couch, and he hastily straightened himself, still in a sleepy daze. She was still wearing his clothes, and he burned the image of her standing in front of him half naked into his head. Lane smirked. “Well, good morning to you too sunshine.” He calmly said, running a hand through his unkempt hair. “Had a long night, didn’t you?” He asked, playfully scanning her body. It was barely seven in the morning and the throbbing in his head was making him miserable. But the chance to tease his guardian was all too sweet a victory.

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Her leg fell off the couch, jolting him to his senses. He straightened up, his brows knotted in confusion. Not long after, the girl started snoring. Of course. He leaned towards her, gently rubbing her cheeks. “Idella? Idella, sweetheart?” Nothing. With a sigh, the prince stood up, a little dizzy from the liquor. He put her underwear back on and dressed her in one of his most comfortable shirts. The prince picked her up with ease and carried her to his bed, tucking her into the sheets. He brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. Even asleep, she was the most beautiful thing he’s ever beheld. Now he had matters to attend to. Like where he was going to sleep, and how he was going to finish what she started.

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His fingers rubbed against her slick entrance through the fabric of her underwear, his breath hitching at how ready she was for him. Lane swiftly moved down, his hands grazing the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs as he left more love marks on her flesh. He was going to make sure she remembered this night, he decided, as he pulled her panties down.

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The prince ground against her, his fingers tweaking her sensitive nipple through the thin fabric of her bra. Her moans urged him on, as he met her mouth once more, their tongues pressing against each other. Her skin was hot to his touch and the hand that pinned her arms up ran down her torso. He gripped her bare waist and pulled her towards him, as he hungrily lapped at the flesh of her stomach, slowly trailing to the band of her jeans. He worked at removing her jeans as he kissed her again. He had no regrets as lust took control of his body.