Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir

Look out

Joan~

I threw my hands in the air. 'There you go again. You should! You should! You should! Stop sending out orders to me. Our relationship as a guard and client is now over! We should explore more. Try wild fantasies!' I yelped, slightly frustrated he's not giving in to his own desires. 'Life is short. We should live every moment to its fullest. And I want to spend some of those moments with you'

I noticed the movement of his throat as he swallowed hard, the clenching and unclenching of his fists. I already could tell that he was holding back.

'You've got no idea what you're asking for!' he snarled. He left me standing all alone in the kitchen. I snorted out a laughter.. then another. Now, I've made a complete mess of myself. Taking that alcohol in order to confess my feelings is literally the worst decision I made tonight. I chugged down more alcohol, not caring about the possibility of being hung over tomorrow. After countless struggles, I successfully made it to my room and slep