"Don't slap me yet drummer, it will be dangerous for you. Help me out instead." He whispered in her ears as he broke the kiss.

Willow was furious at the moment but she inhaled sharply. She might look badass but she was not the one to through punches at people. She had the harder demeanour for just the world to see. But she did press Prince's toe under her shoes.

"Ouch." He muttered as she gave him an icy glare.

"I am just showing my pity here and not slapping hard on your face right now." She said through gritted teeth.

"That will be enough for tonight," King called out in a boisterous tone.

"Hope you all enjoyed the party, we will be sending out invitations for the selected Princess," Queen added in a sweeter tone.

The gathered audience was distributed at the occurrence and were talking in whispers about the disastrous party. Some looked furious while some looked with sympathy at the Prince.

As the hall became empty except Willow, her band, Prince and Richard, King and Queen came towards them with a disapproving look. Willow tried to wriggle out of his grasp to escape royal trouble but he held on to her like he needed moral support.

"What was all that Damarion?" Queen's tone was sharp and a little scary.

"You said I should give a chance to a girl from the ball. This drummer is at the ball, I chose her." He slurred and chuckled at his choice.

Queen inhaled sharply trying to control her rising temper.

"I don't even know him," Willow said in a dry tone.

"Then we will get to know each other sweetheart." He said smiling slyly at her.

"That's enough." Queen pleaded with her eyes to Richard for help.

And Richard pulled Damarion away.

But as the royal family walked away leaving a stunned Willow, Richard whispered to her, "He might seek you out again."

***

A week after the ball Prince was standing outside Chelsea's Diner. It was a popular local hangout in the town which he heard about from his college friends but never had a chance to visit. It was as tacky as he thought. The place was congested with too much crowd. There were glass windows, cheap red and yellow chairs, the walls were painted an unpleasant shade of grey with few band posters glued here and there.

The place was flooding with young people who had limited money on their hands and some kids with their families. 

Damarion noticed that the food they served was greasy, unhealthy and kind of mouth watering. As he walked in he turned few heads and he pulled his hood lower. Even though he was not the popular Prince, he kept away from cameras because that was King's job but he could be easily found with few clicks on Google.

With Richard's help, he found out that Willow Gibson was drummer's name and she worked as a part-time waitress at this diner. 

After the ball, his mother was furious and he felt kind of guilty for doing this. He had never done this, never broken rules. But that day he broke a few of them.

And now he was here to find the girl because he said that he had been dating her for few months and he was heartbroken when his mother finally decided to find a bride for him. And as expected Queen gave him a month long ultimatum to break up with the girl.

He could have said the truth but that meant he will be punished, he could have said she was a random hook up but that will tarnish his good boy image. This was Richard's not so brilliant plan and now he had to make a deal with the girl he had no clue about.

And he noticed her walking out from behind the counter in a black trouser and red blouse which happened to be diner's uniform. Her hair was tied in a ponytail and her scary accessories were intact. She placed the order on some table and was coming in his direction with other order which she placed on the table next to him.

"Hi." He muttered gathering courage.

And she turned to look at him. And then she lifted the glass of water in front of him and threw it on his face. The people around seemed stunned for a second and then few of them laughed at this.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He asked angrily at her behaviour.

"Really Prince?" She asked with a slightly tilted head gesturing him to remember something important.

And then he realised this was a get back for the sudden kiss and he sat down feeling apologetic.

"What do you want?" She asked and pulled out a notepad to write down his order.

"I want to make a deal." He said in a business like tone.

"No." She started walking away and he followed cursing himself for behaving this way.

"You didn't even hear the deal."

"I don't want to."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to get on the bad side of royals."

According to Richard Willow Gibson lived with her mother and her father left them to marry another woman. Her mother ran a small bakery while Willow was working two part time jobs to pay back the study loan they had to take for her college.

"I can pay." He used the money card.

"Of course you can." She said and kept walking.

"Stop right there Willow Gibson or do I need to remind you what I can do." He threatened her at the last resort.

But she came closer and looked straight into his eyes. Willow felt her heart stutter for a moment as his blue-green eyes stared back at her. 

"What? Kiss me again? Try that again Prince and I will make sure you regret it." She said with a brave face but her heart betrayed her.

That kiss was seared in her mind and she couldn't allow herself to agree that she liked it.

"Fine, but don't you want to know how I came to know your name and your place of work."

"I am not stupid. You are a Prince, you have resources." And she was walking away again.

"Willow please I need your help." He said earnestly.

"And why me?" She asked walking behind the counter.

"Is the guy giving you trouble Willow?" A middle aged lady asked from behind the counter.

"No, it's fine."

"Because you fit the list." He said.

"What list?" That got Willow curious.

"I will show you if you agree to the deal. I will pay as much as you ask." Damarion knew he was stupid for doing this.

He knew that rebelling was not in his nature but then again he has seen his mother and father married under such stupid conditions, a marriage without love and there was no chance he is going to let a list decide his life.

And he did not want a poised princess on his arm when he was bored to death with all this. So he needed that one month to find himself a girl his parents will approve off and will suit the stature of his family and yet will not be boring, someone who could flutter his heart.

Willow needed money obviously but not for herself, she needed money for her band for them to earn sponsors, for them to replace equipment that was from ancient times, for them to have a recording studio.

And there was no harm in listening to the Prince.

"What if I don't like the deal?"

"You can walk away but at least hear me out." He said in a desperate tone.

"Fine, Prince meet me after my shift."

"When does that end?" He asked.

"In fifteen minutes."

He nodded and sat down on the empty seat in the farthest corner as watched her work.

And being a guy that he was, he could help but admire her curves that were well emphasised through her red blouse.

Definitely not model-perfect figure, he chuckled at the thought. She was not bone thin or even moderately thin kind of models were. She was meat on all the right places. Damarion had to remind himself not to ogle or he might actually end up kissing her the second time and he was sure this time she will slap him in front of the audience.

He pulled out the list and wrote next to the second point, not scary size 2 and smiled at whatever he was doing.

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He is asking for a deal? 

I think Willow should give him a hard time no matter how gorgeous he is? What if Damarion offered you a deal? xD

Let me know and don't forget to vote.