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)
“I’ve fallen in love,” I say.
“How sweet,” she responds with a phony grin. “Come on, big boy. You know that people like you and me don’t fall in love. It’s not in our genetic make-up. Now let’s fuck, okay? I’m tired and don’t want to beat around the bush anymore.”
Then, Jane gets up from her seat and literally begins to strip right there. “Your servants won’t care if we do it here, will they?” she asks, baring her breasts. “I mean, this is your palace, so we can do whatever we want.”
I hold one hand up.
“Stop,” I say in a rough voice. “This is ludicrous. You’re overreaching, and I don’t want to see your body.”
Jane ignores me, now peeling off her panties so that her pussy is exposed. This woman is bone thin, and if I’m not mistaken, her pussy’s dry and shriveled. It’s a stark contrast to Kitty’s sweet snatch, which always seems warm, willing, and dripping wet.
“Oh Eric,” Jane says, fluffing out her hair now. “Always overthinking things. But let that go, okay? Come on and take what’s yours, big boy,” she coos before jiggling her breasts at me. “I’m ready.”
But this has gone way too far. Clearly, whatever I say isn’t going to dissuade Jane. The woman is insane, and I don’t appreciate her actions. Moreover, I’m furious at my dad too because how can he think this is a woman who’d make me happy, much less sit beside me on the throne? Jane is worse than a prostitute! Clearly, noble birth has no relation to dignity and manners whatsoever.
I stalk from the dining area, letting the door slam behind me. God, I need to get away from that woman because she’s a shameless whore dressed up in fancy clothes and jewelry. Besides, it’s obvious that I need to find Kitty right now. It may be risky to meet out in the open during the day, but I don't care because I can't leave things the way that they are. That look in her eyes was far too painful, and I have to apologize for what happened this afternoon. Kitty’s a million times better than Jane, and I only hope she can forgive me.
CHAPTER 18
Kitty
Maybe Aunt Nellie was right – maybe I'm out of my mind for thinking a maid belongs in a prince’s world. I wipe away my tears as I sob in the garden alone. I thought Eric loved me, but today, things went bad real fast. Who was that woman he was with at lunch? Even worse, she was rude and he barely acknowledged me. I could have been a piece of the furniture for all he cares.
Another sob rips from my throat and my heart hurts so badly that it feels like it's about to explode. This is the pain Aunt Nellie warned me about, but I didn't want to listen to her because at the time, I thought my relationship with Eric was different. Clearly, I was wrong.
A knot forms in my stomach as I glance down at my uniform. The redhead sitting across from Eric was wearing designer clothes and practically dripping with diamond jewelry. Her hair was styled in elaborate waves that were clearly the work of a professional hairdresser, and she had the manicured nails and unblemished hands of someone who’s never worked a single day in her life. I bet she has the type of family wealth that exceeds the Chromian family’s own impressive holdings because let’s be honest: that’s the kind of woman King Wilhelm wants Eric to marry – someone who’s been groomed for royal life since birth, and who’s fabulously rich to boot. Definitely not a maid who from a working class background.
I sniffle piteously again. Maybe I should just end things with Eric now. He says he wants to get married, but how is that even possible? He keeps saying he wants to introduce me to the world, but instead, he’s hiding me in the shadows like I’m some dirty little secret. Is he ashamed to be seen with me? Has this all been a farce, and I’ve been the fool who’s been taken?
Tears spring to my eyes again. I just want to be with the man I love. The passion we share is enough to move mountains. It's the kind of adoration that people wait their whole lives to find. What Eric and I share can’t possibly be fake, can it?
Yet seeing him with that other woman today broke my heart. She was clearly playing footsie with him under the table, and I had to just stand there and watch as another woman made a move on my man. This isn't the life I signed up for. I know we agreed to be discreet, but I can't do nothing as other women throw themselves at him. I'm usually not the jealous type, but seeing Eric and that woman together made my blood boil and my heart ache.