SYBIL'S POV

COACHING CLASSES,
06:03 pm

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8...1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8". I grinned widely as the kids did the perfect dance moves I taught them. " Great work ". Clapping my hands I cheered them up.

Tightening my ponytail I wiped my sweat with a napkin and walked towards the huge mirror which has covered the whole wall.

I clapped twice bringing everyone's attention to myself. " That's enough for today. Go, pack your bags now". I announced making all the kids rush towards their bags.

" Line up. Come on hurry up." I said watching them obey my words happily and running outside to their parents.

The practice room turned empty in no time. I sighed heavily resting my back against the mirror.

I grabbed my water bottle and started to drink. When my head lifted my eyes suddenly caught a male figure standing outside the glass wall. I squeezed my eyes to see 'The Red Couch Guy' coming towards me with his hands in his pocket.

I somewhat gulped the liquid down my throat. I wasn't surprised to see him there as he already had shown up at my doorstep the very next day, I assumed he was great at stalking.

The plan I made to send Lia instead of myself to deal with him got flopped so badly as Lia didn't come back nor pick up any of my calls.

I followed his tall figure through my eyes as he came sitting on his ankle face to face.

"I waited." He said having a sort of softness in his tone.

" I was busy," I replied trying to act normal, so I started taking off my pointe shoes to change into sports shoes.

" Ballerina." He named me just to get my attention towards himself but I didn't spare any glance at his face.

He sighed sitting next to me. " I came to ask if there is any space for a student?" He questioned.

At least he had something different to ask. " There's one. Why?" I replied packing my backpack.

" I want to learn as well." He thinks he joked.

" I don't teach grown-up men-" I gasped as the power suddenly went out, enveloping the entire building as well as the neighborhood in darkness.

Panic surged through me as I felt trapped. I fear darkness more than I fear death.

I started touching the floor in an attempt to search for my mobile to turn on the torch but my body didn't support it, it started to shake.

" TURN ON THE LIGHTS," I shouted so loud that it echoed in the silence.

" What's wrong." The man sitting beside me chuckled having no idea what condition I got into within a moments.

I was able to feel sweat covering my entire body, I was having a hard time breathing.

I needed closure and I had no one except for... him. At that moment, I turned to him, hoping for some comfort and reassurance.

I grabbed him, it was his coat that I clinched. I knew our faces were close but I wasn't able to see him because of the darkness. "Fix it." My voice came out waving.

He grabbed my wrist to remove my hand but he paused must be because he felt my sweating hands. " F*ck, I thought you were kidding." He spoke as soon as he realized that I wasn't well.

" Darkness terrifies me," I mumbled.

" leave me so I could check." He tried to gently get himself free but I held him even tighter by his arm.

" Don't go." I cried shaking my head helplessly.

Suddenly he wrapped his arms around me." I'm not going anywhere." He politely mumbled in my ear and started to caress my back. " I'll be here as long as you want me to be."

I hugged him back tightly and hid my face in his chest. I hate men touching me but at that moment I needed someone to hold me.

He rubbed my back constantly yet I started to see black dots. I blinked multiple times to clean my vision but it was getting blurry with each passing second.

I tried to utter a word but I couldn't, I tried to hold onto him but my strength gave up on me. My arms loosened their grip and fell to both sides of him.

He sensed it quickly and pulled back holding my head in his hand. " Hey, Ballerina." He tapped his hand on my cheek.

" Shit."

He picked me up and rushed outside. I tried my best but I was not able to breathe.

The last thing I remember before I passed out is that he carried me to his car, he was shouting on his phone telling someone to get a ward ready or something. It was the worst of my panic attacks I've ever had.

When I opened my eyes I found myself lying upon a huge bed. The mattress was the softest thing I had ever touched. The aroma was so refreshing. I sat up resting my back against the headrest behind me.

At first, I thought I was dead and in heaven because of the surroundings but as soon as I glanced down at myself I got hit by the reality. It was not a hospital room it was a luxury bedroom. The top on the cherry was I was charged into a plain black shirt.

I looked up at a digital wall watch that said it was past four in the morning.

The door clicked open revealing that 'Red Couch Guy'.

I immediately pulled the duvet to my chin and sat alert.

" Took you so long." He came walking towards me. A pleasant smile was plastered on his face.

His hair was a bit messy, some of his white shirt buttons were undone, and he looked like he had freshly washed his hair.

He came sitting at the end of the bed and suddenly removed the duvet from my feet.

I curled them but he was quick to grab my ankles and put them on his lap.

My eyes widened. " What are you doing?" I wiggled but his one hand was enough to keep me in my place.

He bent backwards a bit and pulled something out of his pocket.

There were small packages. " Come on... Pick a flavor." He spread them on the bed near my feet.

I stared with big eyes. That was my first time seeing c*ndoms live. Do they have flavor? For what?

" Two rounds." My eyes were on the verge of falling off at his words.

" Wh-What?" I stuttered.

"Your toes are tiny."

What is he even speaking?!

" Spread them." He said more like commanded.

"I-"

"Tsk." He tilted his head and gave me a look that said I was troubling him.

I looked closely as he moved some of the c*ndom and picked up a bandage from between them. He brought it to his lips and ripped it's rapper.

His eyes were on mine all the time and he had some dangerous yet alluring charisma all over his face.

He carefully spread my fingers and wrapped the bandage around it. " I was right. It took two rounds to completely get wrapped because your fingers are small." He mumbled opening another bandage. Finally making sense.

My feet looked so ugly in his royal hands.

I realised that eight of my ten fingers had buries even my ankles had cuts. It was all because of teaching ballet dance and wearing pointe shoes regularly.

I've never taken care of these little things.

" Thank you," I mumbled. I sure am was lost somewhere.

" I'm not done yet." He replied without looking at me. He continued to do what he was doing.

" What's your name?" I asked resting my face in my palm.

He lifted his gaze at that sudden question.

" Alaric." He answered.

" My name's Sybil." I introduced.

" Ballerina suits you more." He made me smile.

"Friends?" I asked being grateful.

He chuckled. "After spending a whole night?" He added and suddenly a wide smirk spread on his face. He looked so evil saying that.

" What do you mean?" I asked pulling my feet.

" So you don't remember what happened a few hours ago?" He asked. The smirk never faded.

I shook my head slowly. " You took advantage of m-"

He chuckled cutting me off in between before moving closer making me push myself onto the headrest more and more.

I balled up totally when he leaned to my ear.

" When I f*ck. I make sure women don't forget it for months." He talked so dirty but his raspy voice was so seductive.

"I hate you." I pushed him by his chest.

" Ouch..." He groaned dramatically palming his chest. " I didn't take your v card, chill." He scoffed.

That one sentence relaxed me as well as embarrassed me. " How do you know that I'm a virgin?" I asked.

He leaned to my face once again and suddenly touched his fingertip to my cheek then guested me to look at his finger.

I squeezed my eyes to see closely but there wasn't anything on it.

" Your blush revealed it." He pinched my nose adoringly.

I stared into his eyes as they smiled before his lips.

He was so handsome up close, each facial feature was on point. From his hairline to his chin, everything was just perfect. His teeth were small and sharp looking. The jawline was worth licking-

I held my horses right there when I found myself building a castle in the air. I've never had dirty thoughts about anyone before.

Just when I knocked some senses in me he seemed to turn on as he continued to eliminate the distance between us.

I jumped as someone knocked on the door and immediately faced it.

I looked back at his face only to find him in the same position, he was still looking at me. " Someone's knocking," I told him even though he knew.

He sighed leaning back. " Get inside." He allowed the person in.

A waiter walked in pushing a food trolley. " Greetings." He smiled.

I smiled back feeling bad for the workers as they had to make food for me at four in the morning.

He went near a side table and started to arrange food on it.

Alaric's gaze was on him. I grabbed his shirt from near his arm in my pinch and quietly pulled it. He turned his head to look at my hand which I instantly pulled back, then he glanced at me and raised his eyebrows.

" I'm not wearing any pants," I whispered.

" Could you repeat?" He asked bending towards me a bit.

" I'm not wearing any pants," I said a bit louder this time.

His eyeballs went from the most left corner of his eyes to the most right before they stopped at my face. " So?" He asked looking confused.

" I can't get off the bed like this," I explained.

His face said he understood. He faced the waiter who was waiting for me to be served by him. " Leave the food here and go." Alaric dismissed him.

He bowed before immediately leaving the bedroom.

Alaric stood up and brought a cup of soup for me. I was starving so I began to drink it while he got a phone call.

I was looking at him roaming in the room. His broad back was facing me and I shamelessly eyed him.

Following the tattoos from his torso that were peeking from his white shirt, my gaze lifted and stopped behind his ear. There was a small crown tattoo and something more under it.

I focused on it to see something written vertically in old English letters.

My lips parted when I read it. I almost choked. "𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌"

He belongs to the King family. Those murderers? Does he want to kill me too?

Removing the duvet aside I silently stood up and passed towards the door with pressed feet. As soon as I grabbed the lock I heard him saying. " Where you heading, Barellina?"

I froze hearing his footsteps coming in my direction. I gulped turning to face him. I smiled like an idiot to look normal until I couldn't anymore." Please don't kill me." I pleaded.

He chuckled in response. " Why would I kill you?"

"I won't tell about this location to anyone. I'm bad with directions. Just let me go this once. I'll never be seen I promise..." I was panicky talking yet all he did is stood there unbothered.

" Ballerina." He called.

" I didn't know your identity. I swear I had no idea that you belong to the King family. I was-"

I gasped getting pushed on the door with his big palm covering my mouth. " Shish..."

• Beautiful as a prince, but cruel as a dictator.

Chapter published on: 21 January 2023.

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