I Bought the exiled king (by Natalie Winter) novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Valencia

That had not been the first thing I planned to say to him.

A part of me mentally scolded myself for being so bold. Old habits die hard.

Mom would have fainted upon hearing such a crass word leave my mouth.

But I held his gaze.

And then he started to laugh!

A deep, rumbling sound that made my stomach do a weird flip.

I hated the way he laughed so easily, so carefree. It felt like a light caress against my skin.

Warm. Inviting.

Damn it.

“Why are you laughing? I mean, if you can serve all the women in the kingdom, surely you can serve me, right?” I raised an eyebrow.

The corner of his eyes crinkled with amusement as I drank up the sight in front of me.

His laughter gradually died down, and he shrugged. “Yeah, I did. And I’m experienced.”

I did not let him see the way my cheeks flushed by quickly looking at my glass to take a sip.

My heart was hammering loudly.

He did not just say that.

How many women had he been with? And why did it make me feel a slight pang of jealousy?

I barely finished taking a sip when he added in a whisper.

You want to try? I can do more than that.”

I wasn’t sure if my eyebrows could go any higher.

Was he teasing me?

“More? Like what? Changing light bulbs or doing my laundry?” I asked in a humorless voice, trying to imply that I was

serious.

But it didn’t have the effect I was hoping for.

He burst into laughter again, even coughing a bit. “Are you looking for a boyfriend or a maid?”

Something about that lazy confidence made me want to slap him and kiss him both.

He had not walked away yet, so he was interested in what I had to offer.

So, I placed my glass on the table, my forefinger lazily brushing over the rim.

“I’m looking for someone who wouldn’t mind being owned for a while.”

I was so done with the whole ‘mate,’ ‘dating,’ ‘claiming’ routine.

Honestly, I was tired of all that crap.

And why only alphas got to choose the perfect girl for themselves?

What if we flipped the table?

Why not just make it simpler?

I wanted a boy toy. Something like when I was a kid and wanted a Barbie doll-simple, easy, no fuss over all the mate drama.

My body language must have conveyed how serious I was because then his laughter stopped.

“You are serious about it, aren’t you?” He asked and looked at me like he was trying to figure out if I was bluffing. But I held his gaze and replied,

“Yes or no?”

“When you put it that way…”

I wasn’t wasting any time. I was already sitting on the edge of my seat, calculating how much cash was sitting in my salary account untouched.

He flashed me a grin, and, oh my Goddess, I swear my heart skipped a beat.

This was probably the most expensive doll I’d ever bought.

“I’ll take good care of you,” I added, “How does ten grand sound? But you’ll need to show me your health certificate, you know, just in case we’re gonna…”

He cut me off before I could finish, “Sure, I’m in.” He finished his drink without missing a beat.

He said it like it was a done deal. Like he’d just agreed to dinner instead of becoming mine.

He agreed?

Just like that?

I blinked and opened my mouth to say something.

But then someone came running towards my boy toy. And whispered something in his ear.

The change in him was instant.

Gone was the twinkle of amusement in his eyes or the relaxed posture. He went rigid, eyes sharp and alert.

His hands landed on the table with a thud, startling me.

He only gave the man a brief nod, and the man left immediately. My boy toy rose up from his seat.

No, we were not done. He had just agreed to be mine.

2/4

Pesme

Chapter 3

How could he just get up and leave?

My hand reached for his, but he had already taken a step forward.

I hated the way he was all amused and filled with laughter and the next second so detached and emotionless.

I hated that I was already feeling like he belonged to me.

Mine.

“Where are you going?” I asked, not liking the way I sounded flustered.

His gaze landed back on me. And softened.

Just a little.

“Give me your number,” He said flatly.

I nodded, grabbed a tissue, and hastily scribbled my number. He didn’t bother reading through it but pocketed it, nonetheless.

The ink had not even gotten time to dry. What if my writing got smudged?

How would I get in touch with him again?

I looked up at him, but he didn’t even bother sparing me a glance.

Only muttered, “See you later” and then disappeared into the crowd.

Gone. In an instant.

My shoulders slumped and I let my back hit the chair.

He didn’t linger. Didn’t ask me my name. Or give me his. I only watched him walk towards the exit and leave without a backward glance.

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