The Good Or Bad Type

Chapter 32

"Do you have to sit there and watch me?" I groaned
"I'm bored, you're pretty."
"Léo you are the simplest person I've ever met."
"Is that a compliment?"
"I don't know." I replied putting on my suit jacket.
"I'm hungry."
"Theres food in the mini fridge over there or some snacks in the bottom draw." I told him while
"Strawberry, apple, watermelon, you have a whole fruit salad in here."
"Huh?" I turned around to see him looking through the first draw.
"Why do you have a draw filled with condoms, Type?" He asked with a grin
"What are condoms usually for?"
"I thought the royals weren't allowed to use them, everytime you fuck a heir appears."
"Yeah, no."
"Half of these are flavoured."
"Yep."
"Wanna try one out?" He winked
"With who?"
"Me, obviously."
"Not particularly, no." I laughed.

"Is that cause its me or you just don't want to?"
"I just don't want to." I said honestly
"Okay," he smiled
"Why are you wearing rings?"
"I always wear rings?" He said scrunching his eyebrows
"Yeah but its a formal event."
"So? Can I wear one of yours?"
"Theres a few in the draw across the room." I told him
"You'll let me wear one?"
"I never wear rings." I shrugged.
"Gimme your hand" he demanded after he put on one of my rings lacing his fingers with mine.
"What are you doing?"
"Gonna post a pic on insta."
"No, definitely not."
"They won't know its you, just our hands."
"Léo,"
"Please."
"No."
"Please."
"No"
"Please,"
"Fine." I agreed as he took a photo.
"Done."
"What did you caption it?"
"Go look."

"Dude what the fuck."
"What?" He said innocently
"You just captioned it with 'bae' and a load of hearts."
"Cute right." He chuckled
"Everyone thinks I'm a girl."
"Thats pretty funny."
"Do I have girly hands?" I asked inspecting my hands.
"Yeah."
"Thanks." I said rolling my eyes.
"I think you have very pretty hands." He told me before kissing me on the hand.
"Is this where you tell me you have a hand fetish?"
"No do you?"
"Not particularly."
"I love the way you talk." He smiled
"What why?"
"'Not particularly'" he mocked
"Bonjour je m'appelle Léo et I am a fancy French guy."
"I do not sound like that."
"You kinda do though."
"No I don't." He said pulling me towards him
"Oui oui." I laughed
"Kiss me."
"No."
"S'il te plaît."
"Aw cute, you know manners." I teased gently pulling him in by the back of his neck.

"You're such a tease." He said pushing me away
"What was it you said? You like to beg?" I grinned
"You want me to beg?" He replied clearly shocked
"I'm not saying that, but you could try it." I shrugged
"Type, please."
"Nah."
"I'll do anything."
"Anything?" That was a good deal.
"Yes, please I want you to kiss me."
"Okay, no need to beg." I said kissing him. Everytime I kissed him I felt like I was being electrocuted and every inch of my body wanted to be touched by him. Sometimes I wondered if he felt the same. To me he always tasted like dark chocolate but what was I like to him?

When we were travelling to the ceremony me and my mother were driven and Léo drove him and his family there in his car. I hated these reward ceremonies. They went on for hours. This one was knighting someone who was a footballer for 50 years or something. I wasn't sure why I had to be there but good for him.
"Type." Nana greeted
"Hey nana."
"How many times do I have to tell you," she started
"I know, I know." I laughed
"It makes me feel old."
"I always thought its cause your the Queen."
"You are my Grandson not one of the public, Type."
"Do you hate being Queen sometimes?"
"Yes but it is my job, it is like a giant family business."

"Nana,"
"Yes?"
"Forget it."
"Is it about your girlfriend, Eleanor?"
"Maybe." I shrugged
"Do not shrug, it makes you look common."
"Wonderful." I sighed
"Do not sleep with her if that's what you wondering about. You cannot have a child without marriage here."
"That's not what I was worrying about."
"There isn't someone else is there?"
"I don't know, maybe."
"Type, may I give you some advice?"
"Yes please."

"If you truly love someone you wouldn't want to be with someone else so always pick you're second love. But here you have limited choices. People are speculating about you and Eleanor so I suggest you pick quickly and wisely."
"So I need to think about England."
"Yes. You do. This country will soon be yours and it comes first."
"Can't I resign?"
"I don't suggest it." She smiled sadly
"Thanks nana."
"Type, choose what you want but don't think with just you're heart or your head,"
"Or dick." I interrupted
"Type!" She said outraged
"Sorry." We laughed
"Anyway don't think with any of those things separately but pick the person who makes every part of you happy whether that be your head, heart or sexual organ."
"Thank you."
"I'll be looking forward to meeting the lucky girl." She smiled