Prince Reagan

Disaster Date

I kept asking where we were going, but Reagan wouldn’t divulge that information to

1. me. I was getting agitated with his silence while

he seems to enjoy my restlessness.

My first ever date, and I could only hope it to be splendid. Yes, I haven’t ever gone on a date with a guy before.

Adrian drove, with us in the back seat of a

Mercedes. I’m glad to finally be out of that

house, even if it’s just for a while. I don’t know if

Reagan is still going on with my punishment, which is me remaining locked inside. I hope he has forgotten all about it.

We drove for what I believe was almost an

hour before we arrived at a deserted beach. I

had wondered why he’d insisted on me wearing something light. I had on a blue summer dress

with pink flowers scattered over it.

The weather is still gloomy with dark

clouds hovering in the sky, but I doubt it would rain anymore. It’s been like this for a long time,

and still, no drop of rain.

Taking my hand in his, Reagan leads me on

to the sandy beach with the sound of the sea

being the only thing that can be heard. I stare at

the vast sea beside us with the wind blowing

through my hair as I enjoy the view of the water

beating against itself.

It is when I turn back to face my front that I

see what awaits us.

A few feet away from us stands a round

dining table set, with countless petals of red

roses surrounding the area. There’s a canopy

with white flowy curtains hanging from it as they dance along with the wind. I stare at the scenery before us with my jaw hanging open, and my eyes widen in surprise.

“Like it?” He whispers the question beside my ear. His arm around my waist pushes my back against his front with him gently resting his jaw on my shoulder. I’m still staring at the sight before me in awe when I feel his teeth lightly

nibbling at my ear.

“It’s beautiful.” I gasp out as he chuckles

inside my ear. He slowly leads me towards the site, helping me to sit on a chair before going to take his opposite mine.

In front of me there are roasted sweet

wraps with caramelized

jerky, fresh fruit, nut mix, chips, and pretzels. Also a bottle of wine sits in the middle, untouched. My mouth waters as I regard

mighty romantic of

look back up at him. The Reagan I know wasn’t one

dates in a

impress a girl.

words before reaching for the wine and pops it open. He

romantic type.” He answers while taking a sip from his glass.

to live in your penthouse and then locked me up like I was your property. And let’s not forget you’re

smile as he watches me glare at him. “You act

this. Let’s not forget you

my rules at

may be, I know ! can’t

a child, Reagan. I have the right to make my own choices, and you shouldn’t make them for me without my consent”I can feel

with his eyes connected with mine as none of us are

divert from

You’re right.” He mumbles the

wolf hearing

taunt him

1. in.

eyes at

that you’re right a tad bit, but that doesn’t mean I’m changing my decision about

burst out in frustration. I can feel the heat begin to creep back into my skin, but I try to ignore it as much as

yes, I do own you.” He arrogantly declares, causing

clenched, shaking with fury as I glower down at the brute who has a bored

had thought me how to

but she hadn’t told me how to stop them when

reason they’re going haywire.

know what? This

moving away from the table. I don’t know what’s come

coursing through me

is pure

stands up with

face with his

is supposed

it. I

out the curtains with my eyes still fixed

him.

Ellie.” He orders

dangerously low tone.

back. The dancing

sometimes blocks my vision of him as I’m outside while he’s still by the

or not, I don’t want to

asshole like you. Why don’t

control her whichever

you like?”

in his same spot with

hard scowl. And

when it swings back up, I don’t see Reagan in

anymore. I scrunch my

with my eyes darting around

he’s nowhere to

my heart begin

before I could run, he grabs my arm to twist me around before he hurls me over his

one go.

against his back

to where the car is

in the passenger’s