Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Matilda merely throws me an amused look.
“Oh Prince Haakon, so possessive and you don’t even know it.”
But I’m serious and stare into her chocolate gaze.
“Say you’ll do it,” I rasp. “No sex with other men. And the right to check too.”
Matilda merely laughs again, looking at ease even during this mind-blowing conversation. Why is she so relaxed? She should be nodding and jumping up to do whatever I say. But instead, she merely giggles again.
“Oh Prince Haakon. You don’t even know.”
Her words make me desperate in a way that I’ve never been before, and I tighten my hands on her waist.
“Fuck baby, what do they have that I don’t? Would it help if I booked all your available time going forwards? Is that what you want?”
But the curvaceous brunette merely laughs again while patting my cheek fondly. Then, she gets up, my cocks withdrawing from her body, as gushes of semen stream down her thighs.
“A little messy hmm? Well, no worries, I’m sure there’s a towel around here somewhere. But no, that’s not what I want, Haakon. You don’t need to reserve all my time. We’ll just play it by ear, okay? No promises, from either you or me.”
Then, Matilda shimmies back into her clothes, primping in a nearby mirror to make sure she looks presentable. Those curves bounce, once again covered by fabric, and she looks fresh, beautiful, and innocent, as if we didn’t just have the most rancid sex in the world. Patting her curls one last time, she spins on her heel to leave while waggling her fingers at me.
“Bye, Haakon,” she coos. “Keep in touch!”
Then, the gorgeous brunette’s gone and I’m left sitting on the couch like a stunned loser. What the hell just happened? Usually, I’m the one in charge, but this time, I feel lost, disoriented, and completely confused. Did the curvy girl just prank me? Somehow, I know she has … although the results are yet to be seen.
7
Matilda
It’s so crazy, and I can’t believe this is happening. After all, I’m boring, normal Matilda Seacrest. Nobody’s ever paid attention to me before, but now, I’ve been invited on a second date with Albert Ray.
I could hardly believe it because during our first date, Prince Haakon stormed in like a bat out of hell and basically dragged me off by the hair. Then, Haakon and I had dirty sex in his private quarters before I showed up to hit some balls with Albert once more. The young man looked miffed, his handsome face scrunched up with annoyance.
“I didn’t know you were acquainted with our prince,” he said in a petulant tone while watching me tee-up. “Where did you meet Haakon?”
I lied through my teeth.
“Oh, at the palace,” I said in an airy manner. “You know I work at the royal palace as a lady in waiting.”
Albert squinted at me, his blue eyes cold.
“Well, that’s interesting,” he says. “So what did Haakon want with you?”
I’m sure Albert knew already because at that moment, a long, line of fluid seeped down my thigh, almost all the way to my knee, and I excused myself quickly to go to the ladies’ room. But not before Albert saw, realization dawning on his handsome features.
So it was with surprise when my mom called me the very next day to say that Albert wanted a second date.
“Are you serious?” I asked in a befuddled voice. “I didn’t think we really connected.”
But Maria was overjoyed.
“Well maybe you didn’t feel sparks, but Albert certainly did. You have to go, Matilda. The Rays just bought a beautiful French chateau on the Cote D’Azur, honey, and I hear that they’re shopping for private planes too. This is a great opportunity for you, Matilda. Soon, Albert might even propose!”
I wrinkled my nose because Albert knows that Haakon ravished me at the driving range that night. It must have been embarrassing to be cuckolded, especially since Haakon strode by later with a knowing wink in my direction. But maybe my date’s fucked-up in the head. Or maybe Albert thinks that I’m worth even more because I’ve slept with the Crown Prince. Some people are messed-up like that.
So it’s with a feeling of dread that I get ready for my rendezvous. I slip into a blue skirt with a matching tank top before coming downstairs, and my mom coos with delight.
“You look beautiful, Matilda,” she purrs in an approving tone. “Albert won’t be able to keep his hands off of you.”
“Mom, is that something a mother should be saying to her daughter?” I ask in a wry tone. “It sounds kind of wrong.”
But my dad merely harrumphs.
“Your mother is just looking out for your best interests,” Gerald rumbles. “Now go and have a good time. Knock that boy’s socks off, Matilda.”
I roll my eyes before picking up my purse and slinging it over one shoulder. Seriously, my parents need to see a therapist because it’s crazy how they keep pushing me towards Albert. I get it: his family’s rich. But still, money isn’t everything and they should know that.