The car came to a stop in front of an exquisite mansion, and I gasped in awe.

He was so incredibly rich I couldn't even find the words to describe the unique exterior. It looked like a paradise on Earth.

Caroline stepped out of the car, and I followed, immediately savoring the fresh air as it hit my body. The breeze blew my long hair, and I let out a satisfied moan.

"You sound cute when you moan," she said, eyeing me for a moment. I blushed, feeling awkward.

Almost instantly, five guards marched out of the mansion.

They pressed a button, and the trunk of the Bugatti automatically opened.

I tried not to gasp. I had been embarrassing myself lately, and it wasn't good for my personality.

I just managed an awkward smile as they took our bags.

After closing the trunk, they went inside. Caroline came to stand beside me and flashed a smile.

"Shall we?" she asked, and I nodded. She started walking with a confident catwalk, and I smirked, following her. I knew I could do it better, but that wasn't why I was here.

We were almost at the golden entrance door when she suddenly turned to me.

"Calista, I hope you know how to greet a royal member," she asked, panic evident in her eyes. I tried hard not to roll my eyes.

"Yes, I do, Caro," I replied. She looked shocked.

"Caro?" she asked with wide eyes.

"Yeah, I can call you that, right?" I asked with a smirk, and she nodded.

We finally entered the mansion. The strong scent of perfume and air freshener hit me the moment I stepped inside.

Two guards closed the door behind us, and I took a moment to admire the interior.

A golden rocking chair sat near the large television.

The couches were all white with golden throw pillows, and even the gold tile had an intricate flower design, there was also a mini bar in an area.

The room also had a golden piano. I guessed the royal family had a thing for the color gold.

I was still admiring the beauty when someone nudged me. I turned to see Caroline scoffing at me. I immediately closed my mouth, realizing I'd been staring with it wide open.

"The prince is coming. Please don't drool; he hates it," she whispered, and I nodded.

Soon, we heard soft footsteps on the golden staircase, and my head immediately turned toward the sound.

First, I saw black designer half-shoes, then straight palazzo pants, and a black sleeveless vest that revealed his refined arms.

Finally, his face came into view. He was even wearing a black beanie, black from head to toe.

My gosh, he looked so hot. I knew I had seen him face-to-face once, but I still had to admire his features. His red lips were pierced with a golden ring, and he had a pointed nose with a stud on the left side.

His sharp, straight jawline, thick dark eyebrows, and long, babyish eyelashes were perfect.

All his fingers had golden rings, and his nails were painted in a nude color. He also had six ear piercings on each ear.

And here I thought I was good at piercings. He had only a star tattoo on his left arm, but I was sure the rest were hidden. This is the real definition of a bad boy or maybe a Badass Prince

He finally reached the last step. Caroline and I immediately went down on one knee, bowing with one hand on our chests.

"Rise," his cold voice commanded. I felt a chill run down my spine. It was my first time hearing his voice, and my goodness, it had a strong, warm effect on me.

We both stood up at the same time, and I looked straight at him, staring into his oceanic blue eyes.

I was so glad I had time to admire him while he was coming down the stairs, or I would have embarrassed myself.

He took a moment to stare at me, and I gasped as his eyes ran over my curves. He smirked.

I hope he didn't think I had dressed up for him or anything. But the only prince of this city was checking me out, and I blushed at the thought.

I just hoped he wouldn't confront me about our last encounter.

Damien’s POV

I examined her from head to toe, and a smirk curved on my lips. She had a moderate chest, thin pink lips, a pointed nose, and a wide curve to her hips.

Her long black hair was down. I also noticed her many piercings.

This girl never ceased to amaze me. She was perfect for a prince's personal assistant, I wouldn't want a shapeless and ugly person as my P.A.

"Your Highness," Caroline said, cutting into my thoughts. I glared at her, and she immediately shivered.

"You can go, Caroline. I'll take over from here," I said coldly. I saw the girl's (Calista's) eyes widen.

"Alright, Your Highness," Caroline said with a slight bow, walking toward the door. But my eyes narrowed, and I called her back.

She turned immediately, fidgeting with her fingers.

"The next time you wear these kinds of clothes in my presence, consider yourself fired,"

I ordered with a frown. She bowed again. I heard the girl mutter something, but I couldn't hear her because of our distance.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness," Caroline bowed again and quickly rushed out.

I might be cold and distant, but I knew a lot about my employees. Caroline loved to wear short dresses everywhere. I knew she didn't do it to seduce me, but it was annoying.

I would have fired her on the spot if she weren't a loyal employee.

It was now just her and me. I returned my gaze to see her biting her fingers as if waiting for me to speak first.

Where was the bold girl who was glaring at Xavier yesterday?

I thought she finally found her voice, because she looked straight into my eyes and cleared her throat.

"Thank you so much for choosing someone like me from hundreds of more worthy contestants, My Prince,"

She said without stuttering.

I smirked again. There she goes, calling me "My Prince" instead of "Your Highness."

I had been smirking a lot since I saw her, and it was quite amusing.

She had a bold aura around her, which was what prompted me to hire her.

"Follow me," I muttered instead. She bowed and followed me.

We were still climbing the stairs when she suddenly spoke.

"My Prince, we seem to have a lot of things in common," she said.

I immediately stopped and turned to face her. She instantly put a hand over her mouth in shock and bowed as if realizing she shouldn't speak to me anyhow she likes.

"I'm so sorry, My Prince."

"Things like?" I asked with an amused expression.