Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 42883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
“Oh, Kitty! I’m so happy for you! Is it someone I know?” It is, but I can’t tell her that.
“No, you don’t know him,” I fib lightly. I wish I didn’t have to lie, but it’s for the best. She’d faint if I told her that the man I’m with is Prince Eric.
“Well, I hope he treats you right,” she smiles. “You deserve the best.”
“He treats me like a queen,” I say proudly.
“Good,” she says as she takes my hand into hers. “Now, I’m just about finished in this room. I just need to get over into that corner to dust off the china cabinet.”
“I’ll do it,” I say.
“Are you sure?” she asks.
“Yeah, it’s no problem. I know the cabinet is tall, so it’s better me than you.”
“Thank you, dear,” she says in a grateful tone.
“Of course, Aunt Nellie. You’re welcome.”
I hum to myself again as I dust the cabinet. It’s a boring job, and yet I don’t care because of the magic flowing through my veins. It’s like something out of a fairytale! Eric gives me something to look forward to and a reason to smile. This is only the beginning, but the handsome prince already has my heart in the palm of his hands.
CHAPTER 11
Eric
I seize Kitty’s waist, holding her one last time before she goes, as I stare into those warm, brown eyes. God, they get me every time.
“I have to go,” she murmurs with a smile while caressing my cheek. “You know that, Eric.” Of course, I know she does, but I always have the hardest time letting her leave. Being away from her makes me feel like a part of me is missing.
“Just one more second, please,” I plead in a low, rough voice. Kitty gives in, allowing me to cradle her in my arms for a little bit longer, as I press my lips to hers one last time.
Then, I release the curvy woman. Her delicate hand gently caresses my bare chest as she stares into my eyes. Kitty smiles again, and then sways toward the door of my quarters. I can’t stand it when she leaves, but damn, I sure do love to watch her walk away. Her wide hips rock with each step she takes, and I bite my lip as I fight the urge to run up behind her and carry her back into my bedroom.
“Goodbye,” she murmurs with one last wave.
“Bye honey,” I respond, wishing she could stay longer. Then, Kitty’s gone, leaving me alone in my solitude. I sink down onto the couch and lick my lips; I can still taste her.
God, our time together was beyond wonderful, and I can’t seem to get enough of the curvy girl. When will I see her next? Will I last until then? To be honest, she leaves me needing more, and I have half a mind to step into the shower to jerk one out. It’s crazy. I just took her a million ways until Sunday, but she always has me so horny and hard.
Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door. It must be Kitty. Maybe she forgot something? Or maybe her body is still craving my touch. I jump to my feet and dash to the door. I fling it open without even bothering to ask who, and to my surprise, it isn’t Kitty – it’s my father. Damn. I peek around him, glancing down the hallway. Did he see Kitty leaving my suite? We’ve been dating for three weeks now, and so far, we’ve been pretty discreet, but our luck might have just run out. A knot forms in my stomach as my heart races because Wilhelm doesn’t look like he’s here on a social call – something is definitely up.
“Eric, I need to have a word with you,” my dad says as he enters my suite. I glance out into the hallway one last time. Kitty is nowhere in sight, so maybe she got away in time. I shut the door and stroll into the living room.
“About what?” I ask as I put on a shirt.
“About your role as Prince,” Wilhelm says with a scowl. Here we go again. He’s like a broken record.
“What is it this time, Dad?” I ask.
“You aren’t living up to your potential. You need to be doing so much more. Take your sister, Ella, for example-”
“I know, I get it,” I interrupt. “I need to be more like Ella and take the initiative in carrying out my princely duties.” I get this same exact speech at least twice a week; I’m tired of hearing it.
“I’m glad you agree,” Wilhelm says. “That’s why I’ve decided to send you on a tour to over twenty countries on a meet and greet with various world leaders. It’s a diplomatic trip. You’ll represent Chromia, of course.”
“You can’t be serious!” I say in a low voice.