Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18-Chapter 219: Did We Do It?

Feeling lost and disorientated only added to my sense of panic. I couldn’t quite recall what had happened and how I ended up where I was.

Where am I and why am I sleeping here?

Timing wasn’t at all on my side.

The door opened and a man walked in. My eyes widened as I stared at him. When our eyes met, the memories from last night that I thought I had temporarily lost came flooding back in unstoppable waves. I remembered everything up until the point where we played that Gomoku game together over and over again. I couldn’t even remember how many times we played that game or how long we were at it, but I remembered clearly the sense of frustration and then renewed motivation to get back at the prince that overwhelmed me everytime that I lost.

I wasn’t overly optimistic and I didn’t think that I could beat the prince at a game that he had been playing for far longer than I had when I was just a beginner. However, I also didn’t think that a game that appeared so simple would turn out to be so complicated either. We played and we talked about random things. Before I knew it, I was so absorbed into our games that I lost all sense of time. Although I hated to admit it, the game turned out to be more fun than I thought.

But...what happened after that?

The prince walking out of his bathroom with a navy robe on with his dark hair damp after his shower felt like the most shocking thing that I could have woken up to.

“Why did you take a shower?” I asked before I could stop myself.

Suddenly, I felt very empty inside and I couldn’t stop my mind from jumping to the same conclusion over and over again. The fact that I couldn’t quite remember how I ended up in his bed and the fact that I was actually still in his bed made me panic. I cursed myself silently for being a fool and letting my guard down before I lifted the blanket to see that I still had clothes on.

“It didn’t seem like you were going to wake up anytime soon...” he replied casually as he walked over to where I was on the bed.

Did we do it?

That was frankly all I could think about in my head as I watched the prince come stand next to the bed. I couldn’t remember anything at all and that made me feel so insecure.

“Did you sleep well?” the prince asked.

The bed shifted under his weight as he sat down on the side of the bed and looked straight at me. I didn’t like how close we were and suddenly the king size bed felt too small for the two of us. Whether I slept well or not didn’t seem to matter at all at the moment.

“Did we...do it?” I asked while I wasn’t quite certain if I wanted to hear his answer.

“Do what?” he asked too innocently for him to really be innocent.

I squinted my eyes at him as I distanced myself from him on the bed. Prince Desmond lifted his hands and covered his face and then he just bursted out laughing. I stared at him with narrowed eyes because I failed to see anything that could count as being amusing.

“I’m going home...” I muttered as I climbed out of bed.

“We didn’t have sex, if that’s what you’re wondering,” he said.

“Really?” I asked with widened eyes.

“Really. You must have felt tired because you fell asleep right in the middle of our game. I carried you to bed because I didn’t want you drooling on the table. Satisfied?” he asked after giving me quite a comprehensive summary of what happened.

“Quite. Thank you...” I murmured.

“I’ll take you home,” he said as he stood up.

“You don’t have to. You can get a butler to escort me or something,” I said as I waved a hand to dismiss his suggestion.

“I’m taking you home,” he repeated without leaving room for any arguments.

“Umm...what time is it now?” I asked.

“Almost 6 in the morning,” he replied.

Shit. It’s already morning...

...

“Oh...Dahlia...Oh...Prince Desmond!” my mother gasped and then her hands flew to cover her mouth to express her pure shock. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Her eyes darted from me and then to the prince and then back again. I had no idea why everyone seemed to have woken up extra early on that particular morning. Then again, it wasn’t everyday that the crown prince would drop by our house. After announcing his presence and the fact that he had brought me home from his birthday party, my parents and Diana along with a long throng of maids came out to witness our arrival.

I knew that something like this was going to happen. I knew that the prince bringing me home early the next morning after his birthday party could lead to ample misunderstandings; however, what I witnessed was even worse than I could have imagined. It felt like I could hear the unspoken question that everyone had on their minds as they stared directly at me.

‘Did you sleep with the prince last night?’

“I’m home. I’m tired. I’m going to sleep,” I said before walking past all of them into the house.

I heard my father saying a bunch of polite words to the prince to thank him and congratulate him on his birthday while I almost had to push my way into the house. It seemed like what I had been careful of avoiding from the moment that I accepted the prince’s invitation had materialized into reality. Had my parents been normal or had the man I had supposedly spent the night with been someone else, I was sure that things would turn out differently. The way my parents were sucking up the prince as if they were thanking him for having spent the night with their daughter made me feel so sick and twisted inside.

–To be continued...