The Ambassador's Daughter

Tea and Sympathy

Crown Prince Namjoon POV

Damn. Flora had yet again reminded me why I fell in love with her. Her words in her second letter stung. She was right. I was being a hypocrite. My frustration from Father denying my request to marry her should not have been directed at either her or Jimin.

Did I really expect her not to move on? Had I selfishly hoped she would never find another man to love? And did I truly want my Flora to be forced into a loveless marriage just as I had been? No. Absolutely not. I wished nothing but happiness for her. As she said, it was time for me to live up to my claims. And it was time for me to write Jimin to give him my answer.

First, I had to meet with Father. I headed to his chambers and I noticed all of his attendants were standing outside of the building.

"The king is not currently receiving any visitors," one of the guards stated.

"This is urgent, I am sure he will make an exception."

The two guards blocked my path.

"His Majesty said no exceptions," the other guard insisted.

"You do realize I am the crown prince, correct? Let me by!"

My intimidating tone and stare made them back down. I rushed into the building and opened the doors to his room.

"Oh, Yes! Yes! YES!" Flora's mother cried out, her head thrown back and eyes closed as she straddled Father, bouncing naked on his cock, his hands firmly gripping her ample breasts and pinching her nipples. Her shapely body trembled as she cried out again loudly with glee, a huge smile on her face. After several seconds she lowered her head and opened her eyes to look at Father, both of them gasping for air and smiling wide.

My jaw dropped. In complete shock, I froze. They were so enthralled with each other that they had not yet realized my presence. Flora's mother, finally sensing something in her periphery, turned her head and screamed once she realized I was in the room. She quickly covered her body with a blanket, got off of Father, and turned her back to me. Father, enraged at being interrupted, quickly put on his baji.

"How dare you interrupt me when I said no visitors?!"

"I-I am so sorry. I will wait outside."

Several minutes passed and Flora's mother eventually emerged, fully dressed. She bowed to me, her face red with embarrassment, and left.

"You may come in now," Father instructed.

I walked in and closed the door behind me. I was angry and appalled. "Father! Flora's mother?! How could you?!"

"She is a beautiful woman. It is not my fault you did not have the guts to take her daughter as your lover."

"What if the ambassador finds out? Did you even think of that?!"

"Do not worry. He will not find out. If he does, I will compensate him handsomely."

"Father, things do not work that way in America. Compensation is taken as an insult. Plus there is her honor to think about. She will lose her standing in society if word gets out."

"That is her problem, not mine. It was her choice to become my lover."

"And what, exactly, is she getting in return?" I asked suspiciously. I loved Father, but I knew very well he was not the most handsome man. He was powerful and could be charming and kind, but he could also be cold--even brutal--if you angered him. Flora's mother had to have some sort of ulterior motive.

"What makes you think she is getting anything other than love? Well, love and great sex," he bragged.

"Father," I shook my head, giving him a serious look.