TAINTED LOVE

Amelia’s POV:

I have an event to attend soon, and I need to get a new dress. I booked an appointment with my designer for the day, but she hasn’t called me to come. I decided to go because I couldn’t keep waiting for her call. I went there and met a lot of people there. As soon as I got in, I was ushered into her office by one of her , Amelia, I had a lot of clients trooping in," she said. I understand I need a pink flowery dress for a ball happening tomorrow. I said, A model like you needs something breath-taking. "Is it time to welcome the new prince back to Kansas City?" She asked, Yes, that is the ball, and I was invited by a friend who is also a model like me. A short pink dress was brought into her office, but I didn’t like the design and slit at the end, so I requested another one. A long pink dress embedded with white designs was brought in. I entered the changing room to put it on when my phone beeped. It was a text from Kiara, my friend. I replied as fast as I could and wore the dress. I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn’t believe how it fitted me perfectly. I came out and she adjusted the edges, and I bought that one. I drove straight to the hair salon and fixed my hair, after which I went home.

Karan’s POV:

"Karan, hurry up; people are waiting down already," a voice yelled behind the door. It's my ball’s day finally! I never wanted all this, but mom insisted. I freshened up, picked a white suit from my closet, and came out. I saw Thiana, the girl who claims to have loved me right from my childhood, but I don’t. She must have been waiting here for a long time; she is one of the reasons I didn’t want to come back here; she must be here to disturb me again. I walked as fast as I could, but she still caught up with me. "Hi Karan, you look nice," she said. You don’t look bad yourself. I shot back at her without looking at her. "You haven’t even studied my looks," she said. I don’t care, I said, walking away into the crowd. I went straight to sit where my mom sat; it was time for the models to parade, and Thalia was the first. I turned my face away from her, and after a few seconds I heard a loud scream. I turned to look at what was happening on stage, and behold, a lady in a pretty pink dress was on stage. She looks so beautiful with her long, wavy brown hair, and she wore a dress different from the other models on stage. She looks so decent. "Can the prince come on stage?" the MC asked. I stood up to make my speech, admiring it. I saw Charlie and my other friends walking in, and immediately after I ended my speech, I went to where they were seated. "Welcome home, Karan," Tiago said. We shook hands and talked about all we had been through. "Do you have a girl now?" Charlie asked me. I don’t. "You haven’t changed one Karan, and I know you haven’t dated anyone since you left. Just give Thalia a chance. We all know how she has been yearning for your love since our school days," he added. I looked in her direction and found out she was even staring at me, so I removed my eyes. "I dare you to get a girl to dance with Karan," Charlie said, and the others agreed. I just smiled and stared at them. The music started, and Tiago tapped my back and whispered "Good luck" as they left. I saw Thalia walking in my direction; I bet she wanted to ask me to dance with her. I stood up to go meet the other models. But I found only the lady in pink seated; can you do me the honor of dancing with me? I asked, stretching my hands out to her. "Yes, I would," she said, placing her hand on mine. We walked to the center of the hall and danced in a bridal style, following the rhythm of the slow music. "We were asked to give you one, sir," a guy said, holding two glasses of wine. He must be from the bar stand. I collected them and gave the girl one. Then we walked to our seats. I started feeling dizzy, and that was all I remembered as I lay back panting.

Amelia’s POV: I woke up beside a stranger in a strange room. I looked at his face and recognized him immediately; it was the prince. What could I be doing with the prince on the bed? , I tried getting up, but I couldn’t. I removed the duvet and found out I was stained all over. We had sexxx, and the thought of it brought me back to my senses. The last thing I could remember was sitting down after the dance. How could this be happening to me? I pulled all my strength together and got up. I ran into the bathroom to freshen up. I came out and found my dress torn on the floor. I went into the closet and found only male wear in there. I picked out baggy trousers and a top and came out, but I found him sitting on the bed speaking to someone over the phone. "Why did you do this, Charlie?" He asked, I tried opening the door but found out it was locked from outside. Who could have done all this?. "Where did you think you were going to?" he said. I couldn’t even find a word to say, I'm heading home, I said. "Don’t you need an explanation for all that happened?" he asked. I couldn’t even look at him. "We were drugged last night by one of my friends, and I am sorry about that," he said. "I would pay you for all that happened," he added. Don’t bother paying me; it wasn’t your fault, he said. I sat down on a chair close to the bathroom, knowing I couldn’t leave without the door being opened from outside. "I am Karan, and I loved your parade on stage yesterday," he said. Was he trying to start a conversation or what? I asked inwardly. I felt an ache on my head; that was all I remembered before fainting.