Royal Princess: Doted On By The Mafia King

Rose rolled and opened her eyes to the same strange room she thought she dreamt about. She closed her eyes rubbing them gently with the back of her hand and opened them once again. It was actually not a dream.

The room was very large and she was lying on a king size bed. She threw the grey comforter off her body to discover she was no longer in the scatter gown she wore for Wayne's birthday party but she was wearing a grey silk pyjamas.

She refused to accept the fact that she was in a place she had never been to in both of her lives as her reality.

She closed her eyes after pulling the comforter to cover herself.. She hoped as she tried to fall asleep again that she will open her eyes in her room back at home.

She prayed for sleep but she could not fall asleep no matter how hard she tried.

Sighing in defeat, she looked out at the windows. The white curtains at the ceiling to floor window or door whatever it was, did not completely hold back the bright afternoon sun from streaming into the room.

She squinted and got down from the bed. The urgent need she felt to use the bathroom made her look around, left and right for the bathroom. There were two doors on each side.

Confused and unsure of the door that led to the bathroom, decided to chose the door closest to the bed. Luckily for her, the door turned out to be the door of the bathroom.

She told herself not to panic since she could not think of anywhere else she could be but at the home of one of her friends. She remembered the drink she had at the clubhouse and frowned.

Whatever that drink was, it was a total knockout for someone with low alcohol tolerance.

She could still remember watching the bartender mix the drink and she did not see him do anything suspicious so it could not be that she was drugged.

She smiled when she remembered the scent of the bed at least her goodnight-rest incense followed her to this place wherever it was. She inhaled with her eyes closed only to discover that the bathroom smelt like that incense.

This new revelation did not feel good. She got up without washing her face of caring to glance at her reflection on the mirror and ran out of the bathroom. Where the h*ll was she?

She stared around the room she woke up and took in every detail of the room. It could not be Debby's room, it could not be Wayne's room either.

The maturity oozing out of everything in the spacious room, was not something she could associate with any of her friends. The warm colors of the walls, ceiling and other things in the house was actually nerve-calming.

It could be a guest room right? A lot of thoughts ran through her mind but none did her any good at the moment and she could not stop herself from panic. She rubbed her chest taking deep breaths – inhale, exhaled, inhale . . .

She looked at the door she could only conclude was the door that led out of the room. As she placed her hand on the door her mind wandered to what she will do if the door doesn't open.

She closed her eyes and turned the door handle and it opened when she pulled it back. She continued her deep breaths as she stepped out of the room into a wide corridor with a door opposite the door she walked out of.

She frowned, the house was too quiet for her sister and friends to be in it. The corridor led her to a dual curved staircase that led down stairs. She could see another corridor at the other end which led to the second staircase.

She took the staircase closest to her and she could not help but hold her breath at the beautiful design of the living room. The simple black, white and grey combination was the most beautiful combination ever, it almost made her hate pink.

There was a white crytal chandelier hanging down from the high ceilings. It had the shape of a rose dripping dew off its petals. It made her want to stay so she could see how beautiful it will look at night.

Releasing the breath she held, her nose was filled with a very delicious aroma different from that male scent she smelt around the house.

She inhaled deeply and found herself taking the steps as fast as she could support herself with the black handrail when a wave of dizziness threatened to make her fall.

She saw the back of someone with a tall and muscled build working in front of the kitchen island and she almost screamed. This was not what she wanted, did she get kidnapped?

"Princess, come over. I prepared breakfast," a deep musical voice that gave her the most pleasant feeling ever.

She froze despite how beautifully alluring the voice sounded as she prayed for the owner of the voice to turn so she could see his face.

"It is a simple breakfast of warm milk, toasted bread and fried egg. I am not good at cooking but I am learning," the owner of the voice continued calming.

She felt no hostility from him, he sounded like he had always known her and it scared her as well as enticed her that someone who had such beautiful build that the sweatshirt and tapered sweatpants could not hide talked so freely to her.

She still stood frozen hoping her lack of response will make him turn as her mind began wandering. She wondered what she might do if he turns and he has an unsightly appearance despite his beautiful voice and physique.

She knew she will get scared and want to run but she stopped that wandering thought when she remembered her appearance in her past life. She actually gets scared of herself but she was beautiful underneath her deformity.

"Do you want to eat here or on the dining table?" He asked with his deep voice that did not seize to amaze her.

She snapped back to reality when she realized the aroma of the fried egg and the sound of his voice was making her drool. Shouldn't she be thinking of how to get away from this place.

Perhaps she got drunk and followed a stranger home. She agreed with that possibility since she simply blacked out after drinking that drink.

"Thanks for not doing anything bad to me despite the state I was when you brought me here. I am grateful for your help but I need to go home. Please could you try keeping it secret? I don't want them to know I went home with a guy I don't know," she said hurriedly.

With all that said, she ran towards the big black door that hopefully, led outside the house. She placed her hand on the handle of the door when she noticed she was barefooted.

Shaking her head furiously determined not to care no matter how hard her mind tried to scare her with the fact that she might get hurt by stones or thorns from going out barefoot.

"You don't want to go out that way, trust me," the musical voice told her the voice sounding close. He forced her whole being to freeze again without much effort.

She turned to face him and further froze if that was possible. Her lower jaw could not keep itself held to held to her upper jaw any longer as it dropped almost touching her chin.

The grey pair of eyes staring back with a handsome playfulness that made her heart skip a beat were so mesmerizing, it made her petrified.

He appeared to having a lot of fun teasing her although she found it really weird to see him with such expression. Why was he here with her? Why will he tell her he wanted to learn how to cook? Why did he . . . Yes, that's right. He called her princess.

"I guess you should eat breakfast first. Kitchen or dining room?" he asked with a broad beautiful smile.

"I am not hungry. I want to go home," she said frowning despite the number of butterflies reminding her that she had the name of a flower as a name as they played around in her stomach like they will in a rose garden under his gaze.

She was fully aware that a lot of girls will want to be in the line of sight of those beautiful eyes. The last time she saw those eyes, they froze her but right now, they took time melting her from the inside.

She blushed embarrassed when her stomach grumbled loudly. She turned to the door hastily to go but the pain she felt in her stomach told her to do otherwise of what she planned.