All Because of an Accident|

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WITH MY BODY finally dried, I made my way to my closet. I decided to choose a new outfit, wondering if Alice's call meant she was going to stop by. I settled on a matching top and bottom.

As the waistband of my pants snugly sat on my waist, the sound of my door slamming open and shut echoed through my room.

I walked out the closet to see a panting Prince standing there, his shirt unbuttoned and his hair disheveled.

"What'cha doin buddy?" I asked playfully. He stared at me, his eyes going from shock to admiration.

"You finished shower?" He asked sadly, walking up to me with a pout, one that resembled the one Junior had given me an hour earlier.

Like father, like son.

"I took a thirty minute shower." I laughed. "What did your mom talk about?"

"She just continued to remind me that the ball is in two weeks and to make sure to take you along with me." He answered honestly, placing his hands on my waist and pulling me closer.

"You couldn't stop me even if you tried." I said, placing a hand on his chest. He smirked at my comment.

"Of course not." He mused, kissing my forehead. One of his hands traveled towards the front of my top, softly tugging at the material. "May we continue what we started?"

His lips pressed a soft kiss to my mine before I could answer. I kissed him back for a split second before pulling away, our lips only inches away from each other.

"Mm, I still need to watch Junior. Plus, I already took a shower. I'm not getting dirty again." I answered, pecking his lips one more time before completely pulling away.

He sighed again before allowing me to walk out of his grasp, the sexual frustration he was feeling evident on his face.

"Why are you dressed like this?" He asked as I walked towards my vanity, applying a thin coat of lip gloss to my lips.

"Well I initially put it on because I thought maybe Alice was coming. Is she?" I asked as I turned to look at him. He shook his head.

"Not today, but next week. Her husband has some business to take care of here so she said she'll stop by on the way back to Italy." He replied. I nodded as I placed down the lip gloss and stood in the mirror, fixing my appearance. "So why are you still wearing it?"

I looked at him through the mirror as I saw him slowly walk behind me, his hands landing on my hip while the other ran through my hair.

"I'm going.. out tonight." I mumbled, the feeling of his hands playing with my hair soothing. "Zion said he needed some help with a case."

I watched as his movements froze, his hand still tangled in my hair as his hand went from my hip to my stomach, pulling my flush against his body.

"Is that so?" He asked, his hand resuming to run through my hair.

"Is there a problem?" I asked dumbly, a small smirk playing on my lips. He looked at my eyes through the mirror, scowling at me before burying his head in my neck.

Leaving gentle kisses from my jaw to my collarbone, his hand on my stomach pushed us closer together. When something large and hard poked my backside, my eyes shot up from his hands to the mirror, seeing him already watching me.

"No problem." He replied clearly. He tilted my head back after he placed his thumb and index finger on my chin, making eye contact before he kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear. "Sai già a chi appartieni." (Translation: You already know who you belong to.)

I squinted my eyes in confusion before he let go of me.

"A case you said? As in lawyer?" He questioned and I nodded, coming out of a daze. "Hmm."

"'Hmm'? 'Hmm' what? There is nothing that needs to be 'hmm'ed." I roll my eyes. "I thought you said there wasn't a problem."

"No, there isn't." He reassured, sitting on my bed and giving me a look, his eyes clearly raking over my body. "Don't you find it suspicious?"

"What?"

"How that once you're involved with a mafia man, a lawyer befriends you and is now asking you to help him on a 'case'?" He clarified.

"Mm- no. Zion wouldn't do that. Also, he doesn't know that we're involved, or who you really even are besides my boss." I remind. I freeze once the words leave my mouth, hoping that it'll just fly over his head.

As if.

"What did you say?" He asked, one brow raised and his scowl returning.

"...hey, how about we continue after all! Then afterwards, we can take a shower together!" I say as I bounded towards him, trying to distract him.

"Royal, this man doesn't know about us? And he's been texting and calling you?" He asked. I could feel the faint sense of sadness behind his voice as he spoke.

"It's not a big deal, honestly." He narrows his green eyes at me, and I sigh. "The first night I met him was on our first date, and it wasn't even really a date. At that time I didn't feel for you what I do now, so I told him you were my boss, which you are. I just haven't told him that we... expanded our relationship."

My careful wording makes him stand up, staring down at me.

"You mean slept together." He corrected. "You haven't told him that we've slept together. Various times."

He took another step closer to me, closing the small gap between us as my body was almost touching his.

"You haven't told him about how I've bent you in every position imaginable, made you scream my name loud enough to wake up the whole house? How I've taken your virginity and how I've brought you to ecstasy so many times?"

I gulped as his glare intensified.

"How I've satisfied your every need to their full extent, how I know exactly what spot to hit to make you beg, to make you scream, and to make you cum? How I know your body better than you or anyone else ever will?"

He reached his hand up, placing it on my cheek as his other hand wrapped around my body.

"How I can fuck you all night and know that it won't be enough?" He whispered, lowering his head beside my ear. My stomach did backflips at his words and a shiver ran down my spine.

"I guess there is a problem then." I quietly spoke up. He pulled away and looked down at me with a smirk.

"I suppose so."