Trouble (TRS #2)

Linnea Lindberg:

I got up because I heard someone knocking on my apartment like a crazy person. I quickly put on my robe and walked from my room to open the apartment door.

Who the hell dares to interrupt my beautiful morning?

I opened my door and guess who? It's none other than Raphael. He brought his security team and gestured them to go inside. He looked at me coldly and I walked towards my living room, crossing my legs as I looked at people trying to inspect my apartment.

One of them brought the man that I slept with tonight out of my room completely naked.

"Baby...who are they?" Greg asked me as he looked at all of them confused. Raphael gestured to the guards to get rid of him and I rolled my eyes. I leaned my body back on the sofa and Raphael looked at me angrily.

"What?" I asked.

"Are you seriously going to behave like this?" he asked me and I got up from my seat.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in London?" I asked as I walked towards the fridge to get my green juice.

"Linnea, this isn't funny! You're behaving like a brat!" Raphael stopped me by holding on to my wrist.

"Why are you here? You're supposed to be having fun in London," I said as I pulled my wrist from him. I opened the fridge and took my green juice bottle.

"You're a princess for god sakes! You have to go back to Sweden!"

"I am a princess in Sweden but not here. I'm Leila Morretz here so...you don't need to worry," I said as I opened my juice bottle.

"Your parents are very upset seeing you not wanting to go back to Sweden. I don't know why you're acting like this, Linnea..." I laughed when he said that and I ended up closing the juice bottle. I closed the fridge and turned to Raphael fully.

"Raphael, you're the one who opened my eyes. I mean you told me to have fun, be free and be happy so...I'm here living my life, having fun and happiness. Why are you making a fuss about it?" I asked as I poked his chest.

"You have to go back to Sweden. You have to rule!" he said coldly and I shook my head.

"I'll rule later... I'm 23 and I don't see any connection between you and my duty to rule together. I don't even understand why you are here?" I said as I walked pass him and drank my green juice.

"Our parents want us to get married," he said and I stopped in my tracks. I turned my body to him, laughing.

"You and me? Get married? What? You're agreeing to this?" I asked and he looked at me angrily.

"Do you think I want to?"

"Then why are you here? All you need to do is tell them that you don't want to marry me. Easy peasy," I said and I walked to my room with Raphael tailing behind me.

"Can you just go back to Sweden first?" he asked and I sat down on my bed, facing him.

"My parents know where I am and what I'm doing. They never make a fuss about me being here. You can go back to London and continue whatever you're doing," I said as I gestured him to leave.

"Then tell them to not arrange marriage us!" I looked at him, sighing.

"I've been living in New York for almost 3 years, Raph. I told my parents that I will go back to Sweden when I turn 25. I want to have fun and—”

"People were wondering where their princess went?! That's why you need to go back!"

"Fine...fine..." I raised my hands as I got up from the bed.

"One question...you want to marry me?" I smirked.

"Or maybe you're the one who wants to marry me so bad..." he hissed and I laughed.

"Raphael...do you hear yourself?" I asked.

"You're the one who confessed your undying love for me."

"You're just someone I loved...it's past tense. I don't love you love. I regretted that day...that moment..." I said smirking and he looked at me shaking his head.

"I know why you rejected me, Raphael," I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest.

"Easy...because I don't like you," he said and I shook my index finger.

"You like me...you're in love with me...but your ambition made you deny your feelings." I said and his eyes turned dark.

"If you knew my feelings...then why do all of this?"

"Raphael...I just told you...you're just someone I used to love. I don't love you anymore and besides...I'm marrying Logan soon so...you don't need to come to me and be angry because you and I have to get married," I said smiling sweetly at him and I walked towards my closet.

"Do you think this is funny?" Raphael asked.

"It's not."

"Then you need to cooperate with me and go back to Sweden together," he said in an angry tone and I turned to him as I took my black dress out from the closet.

"I'm not going back to Sweden."

"If you're not going back to Sweden, at least you need to behave! Being a model means selling your body for the whole world to know! You're on the billboards, magazines, social media with nothing but your hands to cover your body! You're the future Queen of Sweden and you should behave like one!" That made me so mad and I looked at him like I was ready to kill.

"Just go back to London, Raphael. You're wasting your time coming here..."

"I can't go back to Sweden without taking you so...I'll stay here until you're willingly to go back to Sweden with me."

"Good luck...then..."

Linnea Lindberg:

"Honey...what do you think?" I asked Logan, the Prince of Denmark, who might be my future husband.

"It's beautiful; it suits you," he said as he sat down on the sofa.

"Really?" I asked again as I looked at the mirror. I turned to the door to see my mother walking into the room and she smiled widely.

"It's beautiful, darling. Do you like it?"

"Well…I want it to be more simple. This is too much..." I said as I walked to see other wedding gowns.

"Well...you two choose and let us know when we get home. We have to go to Italy," my mother said and I turned to her smiling.

"Will do, Mother," I said as I waved my hand.

"I want to have a private time with my fiancé; can you all leave for 30 minutes?" I asked all the people inside the room to go out.

"Yes, Your Majesty," they all said in unison and they walked out one by one. I turned to Logan and smirked.

"Help me to zip this off will you?" I said and Logan quickly got up from the sofa and helped me. I walked into the fitting room and put on my black jeans, white tee and a black hat.

"You ready?" I asked Logan.

"Yeah...are you sure about this?" he asked again, a thousand of times since yesterday.

"Yes!" I said as I tied my hair up into a ponytail. I walked to the window and saw that my parents' car had already left. They're going to take a plane to Italy and then we will take 2 other planes to go out from Sweden.

"They're gone? What now?" Logan stood beside me.

"We need to make sounds like we're having sex," I said and Logan looked at me disbelief.

"Are you out of your mind?"

"What? You never had sex before?" I asked and he didn't even blink once. I looked at him laughing.

"What? Really? Dude!!" I smacked his chest playfully and gave him a teasing look.

"Amanda is such a lucky girl..." I squealed sarcastically and Logan glared at me hard.

"Trust me...they will never leave us alone if we don't show them that we're damn busy," I said and Logan sighed nodding. I took his hand and walked towards the wall near the door.

"I'll start and you support okay? You have to smack this wall and make a sexy sound too," I said and Logan facepalmed himself.

"Why am I hanging out with you again?" Logan asked, but I ignored him.

I started to smack the walls and made sound like, "Yes, yes, ahhhhhh yessss, Logan...yesss." I turned to Logan and he was laughing.

"Babee...you're tempting me..." Logan said, but he's half laughing.

"Yes...right there...ahhhhhh yes, yes...baby..." I said louder and I made a groaning and moaning sound.

"You're beautiful...ahhhh yess," Logan said and I looked at him disbelief.

"I thought you only think Amanda is beautiful!" I whispered as I kept making the wall moving trying to make like we're having hot sex.

"I'm trying here!" he hissed.

"Yess...that's the spot...okay...yess! Logan...ahhh faster...fasterrrrrr," I moaned and groaned, but Logan was laughing at me all the time.

"You look stupid," he commented and I glared at him.

"You won't complain if Amanda is the one who's moaning and groaning!" I smacked his head and he looked at me disbelief.

"Your boobs are so...nice..." Logan shouted and I looked at him ready to kill him.

"Logan...yes...ohh that's the spot, baby...ahhh oh yes...ohhhh."

"Baby....ahhhhhh ohhhhhh uhhhhhhhh." He's acting like I'm going to murder him or something.

"Yes...kiss me...touch me...yes baby...ahhh yes yes...Logan...yess...slap that ass...." I pretended that it's the climax and I started to make kissing sounds by kissing my own hands. Logan was busy laughing at the side; he's not cooperating. I kicked his ass so he can support my idiotic fake sex sounds.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh yes...ohhhhhhhhh." He's completely not experienced in this field. I stopped and looked at him disbelief.

"You do that when you're with Amanda, she will smack the shit out of you," I said and he rolled his eyes. I slowly walked to the door and peeked through the keyhole. I smirked seeing all the maids walking away talking shit about us.

"They're gone," I said and Logan clapped his hands.

"Now what?"

"We'll go out from the window," I said as I quickly took my bag.

"Technically...we don't need to do that," Logan said as he pointed at the walls and the door.

"We have to do it. They will hear us opening the window. It's damn loud...and we're on the first floor," I said as I opened the window. It's not a small window; it's a big ass window so...if we didn't send them away, they might hear us and we're busted before we even start.

I jumped out from the window and Logan followed me. I took his hand and led him towards the car that I prepared the night before. I texted my trusted guard, Thomas, and he ran into the car. We got into the car and quickly jumped to the back. Thomas drove away quickly.

I covered myself and Logan with a black blanket and laid down so they won't find out that there was Logan and me in the trunk.

"Your Majesty, we're out of the palace," he said and I know we're just a few meters away from my parents, so this car is basically a fake bodyguard car that will follow my parents’ car to the airport.

When we arrived at the airport, Thomas quickly made a turn to hide from all of the guards that guarded my parents. I sat up and so did Logan. I looked around and we were currently waiting for my parents to take off.

I checked the time and they will take off in 15 minutes, and after that I'll go to action.

"You're going to New York alone."

"Where are you going?" Logan asked and I smirked.

"Norway...to see my next future husband." I pinched his cheek.

"Oh no...please don't get in trouble again." Logan looked at me disbelief.

"I will always be in trouble, don't worry."