The Exclusive Sex Worker - S01 E49

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The Exclusive Sex Worker - S01 E49

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 49

(Lunatic)

Writer’s P O V

**A day later**

“So, will you be following me to the king’s birthday p@rty?” Prince Reagan asked resting on the door of Pink’s room.

“No, you have your wife. She’s following you, I don’t wanna be the odd one around,” Pink answered arranging her be-d.

“When will you start talking to me normally, Amanda? How long will you keep on with this attitude of yours?” Prince Reagan questioned.

Pink st©pped what she was doing, she turned to face Prince Reagan.

“Until you do the right thing” she answered simply.

“And what is the right thing to do?” Prince Reagan asked.

“By apologizing to Ethan for threatening him that way. After you’ve done that, then we can now go back to being normal,” Pink said.

“You are stubborn. You know I won’t do that. Anyways I’m leaving, make sure you don’t do something irritating while I’m gone,” Prince Reagan said before turning and walking away.

Pink rushed to close the door after he left.

“Where is the dress and the mask?” She went into the bathroom and asked.

“Here miss,* a female voice answered coming out from the bathroom.

***

“Is the result re-ady, Simon?” Prince Reagan asked Simon who was sitted at the driver’s sit and driving prince Reagan to the palace.

Simon swallowed down nothing.

“Yes, my prince. I received the result this morning,” Simon answered searching the car for the p@rticular place he kept the piece of paper that will as well mean doom for him.

He got hold of it before handing it to the prince.

Prince Reagan received the paper from him. He breathed in and out before opening it.

His eyes kept roaming the piece of paper until he found what he was looking for.

Simon couldn’t take his eyes off Prince Reagan, he kept staring at him throu-gh the rearview while driving.

He saw prince Reagan’s b©dy stiffen. Prince Reagan folded the piece of paper and threw it out throu-gh the window.

His b©dy suddenly bec@m£ h0t, he loss£ned his tie a bit for comfort before relaxing back on the chair.
*

They got to the palace minutes later. The palace guards rushed to the car and opened the door for prince Reagan.

He walked out of the car looking a bit disorganized and in fury.

The guards greeted him before giving space.

He walked a long distance away from the guards with Simon behind him.

He suddenly st©pped, he turned to look at Simon.

“Have Vincent check up on Amanda now.” He ordered.

Simon did as he was instructed and he got feedback.

“Um…he just went into her room to search for her but she wasn’t there neither did he see her coming out of her room,” Simon delivered the message he received.

“What?” Prince Reagan asked in a low growl.

“She’s not in your Highness. She left the house alre-ady and I’m guessing she’s here in the palace with us,” Simon confirmed.

“Oh this stubborn girl…gosh Amanda, is she out of her mind?” Prince Reagan asked himself before turning to the maid that was about pas-sing them.

“Where is my father?” He asked the maid.

“He is still in his room your Highness,” the maid bowed a little, replying.

Prince Reagan turned towards the direction of his father’s chambers and started heading there fast.

His eyes fell on a lady in blue and black stra-pless go-wn with a mask.

“Just the right dress,” he gro-an ed before reaching out to her as she was about opening the door and entering.

Weird that there are no guards standing around the king’s door.

Knowing fully well that the person behind the mask is Pink. He held her around her arm strongly and started pu-lling her away ignoring her struggles.

He got to a room he knows will be empty and kicked the door open.

He dragged her in before shutting the door behind him.

“What the fv¢k is wrong with you, Amanda?” He hushed pu-lling the mask from her face but saw that she was another person.

“Ah fv¢k! Where is she?” Prince Reagan gro-an ed and demanded.

“I don’t know who you are talking about your Highness,” the girl replied looking frightened.

“My prince,” he heard behind the door. He threw the door opened to see Simon and he was holding Pink.

“She pla-yed you,” Simon mumbled before handing Pink over to prince Reagan. He looked at her dressing code and it was totally different from the one the lady is wearing.

“Take her and keep her safe. She’ll be answering a lot of questions later,” prince Reagan said before locking the door to face the real Pink again.

*My earlier question was, what the fv¢k is wrong with you, Amanda. Can’t you pas-s a day without irritating me? I clearly asked you not to irritate me,” Prince Reagan snapped at her.

“Well, I’m not good at doing that. I nee-d answers, Reagan, I can’t remain with you forever. I have a lot of things to do back at London, I nee-d answers, I nee-d to return,” Pink answered.

“I told you I’ll get them for you, didn’t I? Why can’t you trust me for once in your life?” Prince Reagan snapped.

“Because he is your father, Reagan. He is your father so you won’t be able to do much, you’ll take pity at your father while mine has been killed by him,” Pink retorted.

Prince Reagan palmed his forehead for a while.

“I’m honestly sick of you behaving this way. You won’t ruin my plans, you will remain here for your own safety too,” Prince Reagan said and opened the door.

He made to walk out but Pink held him.

“You won’t leave me in this room alone with you. This room is dark, don’t leave me, let me go with you,” Pink pleaded.

“It’s for your own good, Amanda. I fear what you’ll do when you see the King. I fear for your life because my father is not so good,” Prince Reagan said before closing the door and locking it from the outside.

“No plea-se. I’m scared of the dark, plea-se,” Pink pleaded ban-ging on the door.

“You’ll be safe in there. I’ll come get you out soon enough,” Prince Reagan replied her before leaving.

He went to the king’s chambers. He knocked and entered to meet a woman dressing the king up.

“Is that you Reagan?” The king asked going to take a sit.

“Leave us,” he ordered the woman before going closer to his father.

“Yes,” he answered lowering himself in greeting.

“What is this? I thought your new mistress is the one I’m having a meeting with? Why are you here instead?” The king asked him.

“Father you won’t be meeting with her. Since it’s your birthday, I’m here to ask you for something,” Prince Reagan began.

“Hmm. What is it you want?” The king hummed and asked.

“I want you to grant….” he paused when the king started coughing seriously.

Prince Reagan took out hanky before handing it to his aged father.

His father coughed into it. Prince Reagan stared at the white hanky which has turned damn red, covered by blood.
He folded the hanky and kept it aside after coughing.

“You are sick,” Prince Reagan said.

The king f0rç£d a sad smile.

“Don’t let anyone know about it. Especially your mother,” the king said. Prince Reagan knows that the king is referring to his step mother as his mother.

“Since when. Why aren’t you having the doctors cure you?” Prince Reagan asked again.

“No! No! When it’s your time to leave Earth, don’t try to st©p it. After all, I’ll be able to see your mother again,” the king coughed after saying this.

“So, what is it you want to request?” The king asked.

“Nothing. Forget it,” Prince Reagan mumbled. He turned to leave but the king st©pped it.

“Your mother, she wanted me to make you a king. I don’t know why she chosed you among her three sons.”
Prince Reagan turned back to face his father.

“I am not interested in the throne, father. That is the last thing on my mind,” prince Reagan stated.

The king coughed again, then chuckled. “At least it’s still on your mind.”

“I don’t have much time left. I can’t hide it from you anymore since you are the first person seeing me like this I might die this week or even tomorrow.”
“What do you think about fulfilling your mother’s last request?” The king asked.

“You want to make me the crown prince?” Prince Reagan asked wanting to laugh but held himself.

“Why? You think I can’t do that. You should go check up on Marcus health? He won’t last on the throne after I put him there. The queen has made him crazy,” the king explained.

“But me? Can’t it be Micheal or even Steven. Why should I be the one ascending the throne?” Prince Reagan asked.

“Because you are the most fit for it aside every other thing,” the king supplied.

“I’m sorry, I’ll have to decline that offer. I do not want to be a King. I’ll get going now, father. Have your rest,” he bowed in curtsy before leaving the king’s room.

The woman formally dressing the King up stood outside there waiting.

“About the crown prince. How is he?” Prince Reagan asked.
“Your Highness, in this last two days he has been acting really weird. Like a person that saw a ghost or something more scary than a ghost. I’m sorry to say this but the maids in his personal chambers said he has been acting like a lunatic,” the woman delivered.

“Where is he right now?” Prince Reagan asked.

“In his chambers your Highness,” the woman bowed in reply.

“Go attend to the King,” prince Reagan nodded before leaving, heading for crown prince Marcus chambers.