A ROYAL SURPRISE

🎀Chapter 44🎀

"I think of you, I miss you, I need you, I love you"

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Alexandre Antoine Constantine (IV) POV

Love is such a complex thing. It's such a complicated feeling. Everything is too strong, too intense. The feeling is too strong. The depth of the emotion is too deep. And the heart ache when it all ends, too intense.

I've never been one for commitment, and if I'm being brutally honest, I've never been one for relationships either. I wanted to enjoy my youth, not taking advantage of women that is, no. Being a prince never gave me a chance to live such care-free life, because the young women I knew growing up came from such wealthy royal families, and even though they did too much to get my attention, I would never dare hurt them that way, it was outside my principles, and I guess it's one of the things I'm glad being a prince taught me. But to get tied down to one person alone, to wake up thinking of one person and to sleep thinking of one person, was something I felt was so silly.

But I only understood all that when I met her. Eufy. She made me feel alive, without even trying. Her laugh was one of the things that made me truly happy, because it made me so glad to see her happy, and when that smile or that grin was plastered on her face because of me, you just don't know the feeling that swells up within me.

We fit so perfectly together, like a perfect piece. A perfect puzzle. They say a soulmate is the person that completes you, your other half. So yes, Eufy is my other half, and the other half left, she is that as well. Because she makes me feel whole, complete. When I'm with her, I feel like I lack nothing, which I truly don't.

Going to sleep at night with her in my arms, was my prayer, and waking up with that beautiful smile on her face, was my song. The day just couldn't get any better, when she was around, at least that's how it felt, but by the time the moon would rise in the sky and night would come, it would have been added to the list of "The best days I've ever had".

Making love to her is my favourite hobby, at least while it lasted. It was something I took so seriously. There was not a day that passed by that I didn't crave her, that I didn't long for her skin to touch mine. Before I even had the chance to make love to her, I had fantasies. Hot, passionate and wild fantasies. It was the only way I could survive, because each day with her, but not being able to touch her was killing me slowly and softly, a knife to the heart without notice.

But that day in the kitchen, I just couldn't take it anyway. The way she looked in that baby blue skirt that barely covered anything, the way her thighs jiggled and her hips swayed when she walked without even noticing, the way her braless boobs bounced when she moved from one foot to the other. The way she licked her deep pink almost red lips when she was in thought or concentrated on what she was doing. The way she exposed her flawless neck by pushing her hair to one side. The way she looked at me, damn, the way she looked at me. That's what pulled at my heart. The longing in her eyes, the way she stared at me, as though she wanted to devour me but didn't know how to ask. As though she wanted to ask but felt not asking would be better. The way she would stare at me beneath those incredibly long eye lashes of hers, with an amusing smile on her face. The way her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth when she was trying to understand something. I could stand it, there was only so far a man could go. I was made of pulsing red blood and flesh, and not wood. Her littlest action would cause me to become rock hard, most times I just had to excuse myself just to hide my situation from her, just to hide how much I was suffering and how much of an effect she has on me. An effect no one has.