FIGHT ME PRINCESS

CHAPTER FORTY TWO

FIGHT ME PRINCESS

“Where are you taking me?” I asked as he took me further away from the party.

“Just shut up unless you want to go back there like in this state.” He brushes me off, and i huff in annoyance.

He leads me into their garage and into a smaller room. It might have been designed originally to keep tools, but now, it has been redesigned as a playroom with gaming equipment, a basketball net and some other things.

“Where is Kirk? It’s past his bedtime and the party would disturb his sleep.”

He gives me a warning look that says I should watch my tone, but when have I ever heeded his warnings?

“He’s sleeping somewhere safe. Away from his crazy sister.” He says the last part insultingly.

Okay, low blows.

He may have won this round, but I’ll win the war. I’ve learned to choose my battles now.

KIERAN

I toweled my hair dry, looking at the little snobby princess huddled on a chair and looking at me like I was going to snap her neck any second. To be honest, I admired her courage. She was scared but still standing her ground. Good for her. She needed to be scared. When one is afraid, they are careful of their decisions. Fear is good.

Earlier, I was taking a swim to cool off when her bimbo friend, Laurent, had come over to drunkenly tell me Chloe was looking for me before Tyler came to drag her away and not long after, the jezebel herself came out. Looking frantic and bewildered. She wasn’t dressed up in a full 'met gala' like she always does, so I can tell this was either a rushed decision or she had another reason for coming here.

Her face was fully glammed up though. She probably thinks she’s any less pretty with those zits on her face. She’s just totally oblivious. Even right now, a number of guys are basically eye-fucking her openly, but she’d never notice them from her high horse.

And yeah, I know about the zits because she wouldn’t shut up about them.

She’d been nagging me to allow her see her derma doctor but I wasn’t going to allow her an opportunity to contact our parents. She was not allowed any interaction with any authorities. She’d refused to write down her symptoms so I could get her prescribed meds.

She was also using the fully glammed face to hide herself. To look perfect for everyone because that is just who she is. That fact is confirmed when her drunk friend pushes her into the pool and, instead of trying to grab onto something or hold her nose like every normal person would react, she covers her face first.

Hmmm….? That’s her instinct ?

I grabbed onto her ankle and tried to get her to the neglected end of the pool, but it's not an easy feat as she goes into frenzy and kicks around, trying to escape me. And then nearly sent me to hell with those eyes of hers.

I pick up a shirt lying on the sofa and walk towards her but she retreats further into the chair with every step i take, wide-eyed like a scared rabbit. She probably doesn't even know she's doing that. I've never met someone so closed off yet so readable.

Good, she should be scared of me. She probably thinks I’m planning something sadistic but I’m not….

Yet.

Although she’s scared, her words never show it. She has the most infuriating mouth. More often than not, I want to shut it up with my cock.

But I’m not going to act on those thoughts because I’ve decided not to touch the vile plastic doll. Look what happened when I tried at first.

I yank my jeans from her tight grip and toss the towel and shirt at her.

“Dry up and change.” I said, looking down at her and giving her absolutely zero personal space.

She glares at me. Fire and a challenge dancing in her eyes.

Good, fight me princess. I’d love each and every second of it.

"Give me space." She bites out.

"Silly girl, you already know I'm not going to"

Her nostrils flare a bit and I'm sure she'd like to strangle me.

Good thing for her, she doesn't.

"Turn around then."

I ignored her request.

"You can either freeze to death or change in front of everyone else outside, if you don't like this option."

I shrug like she's not near fuming with anger. I refuse to admit its cute seeing her riled up like that.

Why else do I continue doing it?

She dries herself up and attempts to hit me with the towel, but I grab it before it makes an impact, and my lips curl up in satisfaction when she huffs in frustration.

She takes off her top, leaving her on her cute camisole top that leaves nothing to the imagination as she puts my shirt on. I guess I wasn't going to get a full strip show.

I have to admit she looked very sexy in my shirt. My dick strains against my boxers and I take it as my cue to leave. She wasn't going to see me get hard for her after I said i wasn't going to fuck her. She had so much power over me.

But she'd never know it.

I put on a pair of sweat pants and turned to look at her.

"I hope your perverseness was satisfied, you lowclass creep."

She was definitely mad about me subjecting her to what she probably thinks was a humiliating and degrading insult. I guess giving her some personal space has brought back her confidence to speak to me that way. She needs to be taught that certain actions have consequences.

This spoiled brat needed some discipline and it'll be my pleasure to personally instill it.

I advance towards her as she sprints.

"You want to run after talking all big?" I asked.

I advanced, grabbing the back of the shirt just as she reached the entrance. She squealed in fear before I hauled her back into the room, shutting the door behind me.