My Prince Of Edinburgh's

Chapters 1. First Meeting.

Dara screamed loudly as the tip of her bike hit the back bumper of a luxury car. He did not escape because suddenly the car came out of nowhere. Or maybe he who did not pay too much attention to the car turned. Clearly, he felt he was on the right track.

Fortunately, one foot of Dara quickly stepped on the floor so that he and his bike did not fall. However, the iron front of his London Taxi bike is a little dented.

Dara is very upset with the driver and intends to hold him accountable. He prepared words to curse anyone who would soon get out of the car.

"You can't drive or what (You can't drive or how)?!" he shouted at the driver who was now in front of him, checking the condition of the rear bumper that was scuffed against the end of the Dara bike.

The driver of the car, a well-combed blonde-haired young man, wearing sunglasses and a long coat, turned his eyes to Dara.

"You see this? My car was scuffed," said the young man annoyed.

"Hey! Didn't you see my bike was dented, too?" Dara doesn't want to lose. He pointed to the front of his bike. But, what makes it even more arrogant is, the young man actually complained about his car being scratched, instead of apologizing to him for breaking into the bike path.

From behind his black glasses, the young man noticed the virgin. Then his lips sizzled. "Home alone I ask for compensation to you," he said, shaking his hand.

Dara was stunned to hear the young man's words. His feet hurriedly lowered the standard of his bike and chased after the young man who was about to get back into the car.

"You're supposed to compensate for my bike!" dara exclaimed, making the young man stop opening the door of his car.

"You're dreaming, huh? Hello?" The young man moved his palm in front of Dara's face. He pointed towards the turn towards the campus gate in front of his car.

"But this is a bike path! You suddenly turn without sign!" dara argued without caring who she was talking to.

Dara doesn't know him. And for five months she became a student at Edinburgh University, she had never seen the figure of the blonde young man. Or maybe he who does not pay too much attention to the faces of campus residents who of course number in the thousands.

"You want to get some compensation? I can also ask for compensation. But, I can already guess that you won't be able to," the young man sneered.

Dara growled in annoyance. He hates people who are clearly wrong, but do not want to admit, let alone apologize. So upset, his legs moved to kick the side body of the car. He did not care about himself being a migrant in this country, and his opponent was a local; heard from his thick Scottish accent.

Wrong is still wrong.

"Hey!" exclaimed the young man while pushing Dara's shoulder. "Stupid girl! What are you doing?"

"Feel that, you arrogant bastard!" aspir Dara is satisfied. He realized, a arrogant person like that young man could not be spoken to properly.

"Based on a crazy girl!" maki the young man was upset. He clicked. If he was not in a hurry, maybe he would teach a lesson to the girl who had dared to deal with him.

"You still have to pay for my bike!" Dara stared cynically at the young man who was now moving into the car.

The young man chuckled. "In your dreams" he said. "It's lucky I didn't ask you to compensate for my scuffed car." He closes the door and drives his car without caring about Dara.

With a rumbling chest he looked at the moving car entering the campus gate.

"Great nyebelin!" dara Ompat. It still felt like he was cursing at the young man. Unfortunately, many swear words that he had prepared, evaporated just like that.

Dara led her bike into the campus. Although it only dents in the front iron and does not affect the performance of his bike, still, his favorite bike does not look beautiful anymore.

"Why, why your bike?"

Dara turned to the direction where the voice came from. He pointed to the front of his bike, telling Gwen; a fellow New York scholarship recipient, who was also his best friend and roomate.

"Ow, what happened?" ask Gwen. The brown-haired girl and the owner of the hazel eyes checked Dara's bike. "You hit something?"

"Yes. I hit the car. But it wasn't my fault. The stupid driver suddenly turned without giving a sign" Dara said, still sounding annoyed. He parked his bike with another bike.

"I'm fine. But, look at my bike being like this."

Dara was singing her lips. His favorite bike he bought with the results of his efforts to work part time at a restaurant near the apartment where he lived. Because the distance of the apartment and campus is quite far, then, the bike is the best transportation option to save on the cost of riding public transportation.

"Why don't you ask for compensation for that stupid driver?"

"He didn't even feel guilty. It's so annoying," grumbled Dara. If he remembered the young man's face, his sense of regret re-emerged.

The corner of his eye caught the movement of the blond figure passing not far from the bicycle parking lot where he was.

"That's the stupid driver!" show Dara to the young man who is walking towards the campus administration building.

Gwen spontaneously turned her head to follow Dara's index finger. Hazel's eyes are round.

"God! It's Nicholas Johanssen!" peeking Gwen made Dara frown in wonder.

"Who is he?"

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"Aah! Slow down, Nic!" moaning Sophie, while pushing a firm chest on it.

Nicholas was so wild, raved at him mercilessly. Under the influence of alcohol, his libido is high. The blonde-haired young man tends to be rude in bed matters. He thought he had no special feelings for the women he slept with. Just sheer lust.

"Shut up, Sophie! I'll explode in a minute!" snarled Nicholas annoyed. He who was in the middle of the room was disturbed by the complaints of his bedmate.

His hand gripped the girl's neck. His body he ran brutally before finally long moaning along with the achievement of an extraordinary peak point.

"You done yet?" ask Shopie, disappointed. He also honestly wants to reach the top with Nicholas. But I don't think that's possible. The young man did not care about him.

Without replying, Nicholas settles down beside Sophie. Nonchalantly closed his eyes.

"Nlc ...." Sophie called out in a soft voice while stroking the young man's chest.

"Hmm." Just heard a murmur from Nicholas' mouth. It seems like drowsiness has attacked him.

"Don't you want to help me get to the top, Nicholas?"

"It's none of my business. You just go there! I'm going to sleep!" Nicholas pulled a blanket over his plain body. He changed his lying position to his back to Sophie.

Sophie clucked. With a grunt the girl got up from the bed, picked up her clothes and wrapped her plain slender body.

"I'm going (I'm going)." Sophie's fishing rod. I wish Nicholas would hold him back from leaving. He realized he was just the young man's bedmate, if needed. But, the deep-seated sense towards the handsome one certainly cannot lie. He likes Nicholas.

Nicholas is still Nicholas. It was cold and never looked at her like a normal woman who wanted to be loved.

"Just go (Just go)!" nicholas said as he shook his hand.

Nicholas Johanssen, son of the conglomerate who still holds the title of nobleman from Edinburgh. Play boy, happy fun-foya, bengal and and unruly.

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