One Night With The Prince 57 The Arrival

Meanwhile, at Ronald Reagan Was.h.i.+ngton International Airport, Prince Alexander arrives looking all das.h.i.+ng like a model just walked out from a GQ magazine page. Everyone that he came across couldn't help wonder who he is, A Celebrity, CEO of some big Empire, or just some second generation heir. However, no one thought of him as a Royalty, even though he's still at a tender age of twenty-two, the way he holds himself clearly shows that his a Royalty to the bone.

Prince Alexander walked out of the airport tarmac without a care in the world. People all around were curious and started talking among each other as he pa.s.sed them by on the way out of the Airport. While onlookers were speculating who he is, he just continued walking while his bodyguards were paving the road like he's some celebrity.

"Wow, he's too good looking for his good, you think he's a celebrity?" One lady asked her companion as they gawked at him while salivating when he pa.s.sed them by.

"I don't think so, and I would know if he is, you know how I am when it comes to Celebrity gossip, I'm always up to date." The other person replies full of curiosity as he also gawked at Prince Alexander.

Another couple who was busy with discussion heard the conversation and looked up to check and see who and what they were talking about. One person has an idea who he might be, but not so sure until... A voice rang out from out of nowhere, and everyone turned to see where it came from.

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Pierre had been waiting for Prince Alexander for a while already. He arrived after a long flight from the Philippines, he's too tired and now very hungry. He couldn't think straight any longer; therefore, as soon as he saw Prince Alexander comes out of the tarmac. He hurriedly rushes to his side while shouting. "Welcome! Your Highness Prince Alexander!" For everyone to hear, ident.i.ty divulged for everyone around to hear.

Mystery solves, everyone that was wondering who he is, now knows his a Prince from some European country. Which one, no one cares. The only thing matters to them are the ident.i.ty of the person itself, and they all started pointing their cellphone camera to take a picture while speaking among each other.

Prince Alexander bodyguards were all trying to cover him as he walks so the people could not get a good shot of his face. The man himself could careless, he loves being in the limelight and so used to it that he just continued walking like a supermodel.

"Oh! He's a prince. I wonder from which country? No wonder he's so..." One onlooker couldn't find the word for whatever it is that she wanted to say about Prince Alexander.

"Hahaha! Now I know who he is, he's the notorious playboy Prince of Stonasia. He never dated any girls twice, and always around Celebrities and beauty queens. I wonder what is he doing here? To create havoc to all the women of Was.h.i.+ngton DC?" The other one informs his companion.

Prince Alexander and Pierre were pa.s.sing by as the person spoke, and they both heard it all. "What did she just called me? A notorious playboy Prince of Stonasia? Where did that person hears or read that? Grrrr!" Prince Alexander suddenly stopped, turned around, and walked back to where the person that was speaking about him.

There are two things he couldn't stand when people call him, one a playboy, and two notorious. And when someone has guts to combine them in one sentence, that's when he gets p.i.s.sed off, and that person has to die!

Pierre was warning Prince Alexander not to say anything that would create hypes in social media. Ma.s.ses were hard to control once they start gossiping, the person mentioned would be history in a matter of second. Prince Alexander a.s.sures Pierre that he would not say anything that they could use against him in the future and continued towards the people that commented about him with determination emitting on his face.

Prince Alexander was walking toward the expectation looking like the terminator. Once he was right in front of them, he spoke sternly: "Excuse me, do you have a problem with me? Did I offend you or something? If none of it applies to you, then I would suggest for you to restrain yourself from stating a fact that is not verified." He then turned around and left the two with their mouth still wide opened from shock.

"OMG!!! Did he speak to us? Oh!!! My heart, I'm going to have a heart attack. Ahhh!" One person screamed all excited that the Prince spoke with them, even if only to scold them.

"Whoa! No wonder he was called the notorious playboy, he's a bada.s.s. I wish we were able to have a picture taken with him, and we could sell it to tabloids." The other person jokingly told his friend as they continued heading towards the gate to check-in with their flight.

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Prince Alexander wasn't happy to be called 'notorious and playboy Prince' at all. "Yes, he's considered a playboy for the way he keeps on changing girlfriends. That's because he has not found the one for him then, but now that he found the woman for him, he doesn't like being branded a notorious and playboy Prince' at all.

"But It wasn't my fault that they always fall for me, not like I'm the one chasing them... Hmpt!" He was mumbling as he walks out of the Airport to a limousine waiting to take him to the White House...

Prince Alexander would be in for a shock when he 'do or not!' meet the only woman his been chasing al this time...