"Don't drink too much." Em warned as I took another glass of champagne from the cute server
"You know I can't do these things sober."
"Please. My Fiancé and everyone are arriving tonight."
"I thought they were coming Saturday?"
"No his best man and family are arriving at your place Saturday but they're coming to this thing."
"Wonderful." I said downing the glass
"Please, Type. I need your moral support here."
"Yep, okay."
"Best behaviour"
"You sound like my mother."
"Such a brat."
"You love me." I teased
"I'm not ready for those jokes yet."
"You can make gay jokes."
"Thanks." She replied rolling her eyes.
"This is fun isn't it." I sighed when we sat down to eat.
"It's not so bad" Em smiled
"Wait for it," I started knowing the donations were gonna start any second.
"I would be honoured to donate some money towards the seals again this year." A woman stated to the woman next to her. They were middle aged and had that snooty posh look about them. They had a good stack of money, you could just tell.
"Oh really? I was thinking about the globe hottening." An older guy said. I'm not even gonna attempt to correct him.
"I'm donating to water aid again."
"Again?"
"I'm a loyal provider, Katherine."
"Your Highness." A man smiled walking over. "I was hoping I could talk to you about giving a small donation." Small donation my arse.
"Of course." I nodded waiting for the speech of why I should choose to give to their charity. We both know I have to say yes. Imagine people finding out that the Prince of England refused to donate towards whatever the charity was. The same thing happens every time I go to one of these.
"So when are they coming?" I asked Em after I'd promised to donate to at least 6 charities.
"Any second now."
"They've missed the actual dinner."
"I know, Ty." She groaned
"Your dad is gonna hate that." I chuckled
"Yep I know that too."
"How well do you know him?"
"Who?"
"Your Fiancé." I grinned
"I've spoken to him twice."
"Pretty close then." I joked
"We'll still be friends right?"
"Yeah course." I replied
"I'm scared."
"It's gonna be great." I promised
"Thanks Type."
"No problem. But there will be a problem if they don't get here soon."
"Any second now." She mumbled again.
Spoiler alert they didn't come within any of those seconds. They came 2 hours later. Was I sober enough to interact? Hell no. I had one hour left at that stupid charity dinner thing and I gave up taking it sober.
"Prince Type," I heard my name being called and a few seconds later Emily appeared. "This is Arthur, my Fiancé."
"How old are you?" I asked slurring my words quite a bit and he laughed uncomfortably.
"25."
"You look very old."
"Type!" Emily scolded "how drunk are you?"
"Just a little."
"I'm so sorry." She apologised
"No no it's quite alright."
"You're only saying that cause I'm a prince."
"Type!" She repeated
"Calm down Ems. So where's the best man?"
"Harrold Tussaint, nice to meet you Prince." A man smiled coming forward
"Hahahahha" I laughed suddenly unable to breath "fucking Harrold"
"Type." Emily warned again hitting me hard in the head "watch yourself"
"This is my brother Léo and my-"
"That's a hot name," I said cutting him off "French?"
"They're French Korean." Emily explained
"Type, I'm guessing." A man said stepping forward
"Prince Type to you" I glared
"Sorry your Highness." He replied glaring back equally "I'm Léo"
"Isn't that lovely" He was my height maybe an inch shorter, he had these hard brown eyes and messy dark hair. His bone structure was to kill for, I could use his cheek bones and jaw line as a new set of kitchen tools.
"And this is our sister, Madeline"
"Lovely to meet you, Prince Type. Please call me Maddi" She smiled. She had such a pretty smile. Maybe I'm not gay. Then I looked back to Léo. Nope definitely gay.
"Type Alexander Charles Windsor" my mother said sternly walking over towards me before spotting Harrold, Léo and Maddi. "Caroline Windsor" she smiled shaking each of their hands in turn. "Type and I have some errands to run so I hope you don't mind but we need to get going." She smiled at them all
"Bye guys." I grinned "goodbye Leo" I don't know why but something about him makes me want to attack a hungry shark and then climb inside it's mouth and hide forever.
"Goodbye Prince Type." He said keeping eye contact with me.
"Bye, Ty." Em said hugging me "You're such a prick." She whispered
"Language, Miss Emily." I chuckled back
"Type." My mother warned
"Okay, okay I'm coming."
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The Good Or Bad Type
RomanceAs a Prince he has options. He knows the right one but the wrong one is so much hotter. Him or Her? Her or Him? What if he can't choose?
