Royally Bounded

Chapter 115

Warning: This chapter contains 18+ scenes.

Hayden

I had a fucking cold shower every damn day because my mother forced me to stay away from Clara. I didn't want to hurt Clara either after she just gave birth, but I had to deal with my hard cock without any release.

Clara joined in with royal meetings, and we would be meeting with my father as well as Ivor. Other times, some other parliament member joined, and their fucking eyes were raking down her figure. Her clothes clung so tight on her body. It was causing all the attention, and I had to resist every fucking urge to not kick them out of the room.

"Hi, Damien," Clara lifted him in her arms and kissed his cheeks. "Did you miss Mummy?"

"You literally see him every day, Clara," I muttered, rolling my eyes.

"Yeah, but mother and father keeps taking him. When I spend time with him, they will come and interrupt."

My parents were so fucking crazy about heirs, especially my mother. She took Damien everywhere unless she was busy. I didn't understand why the fuck my mother cared so much about it, only if she knew that they would annoy the shit out of her soon.

"He's starting to look so much like you," Clara smiled, coming over to sit on the bed. She placed Damien down, holding his arms and starting to play with him.

"Not true," I fired back.

I felt her eyes on me, and she quirked her brows, sharing that same look as me when I detected her lies.

"What?" I questioned.

She carried Damien and held him up beside me, next to my face. "He's a duplicate of you, babe. Even Xander doesn't look exactly like me. Damien has everything of you. Little Hayden."

I looked at Damien, and he turned his head to look at me. He blinked before he started whining again. Clara took him back in her arms, and he stopped as soon as I disappeared in his eyes. I scoffed at his attitude. He's only several months, and he knew how to give me shit.

"Did you have chubby cheeks when you were little?" Clara asked me as she kept kissing Damien on the face. It was as if she was obsessed with his cheeks.

"Xander didn't even have such cute cheeks when he was born. I bet Damien got this from you."

"Hell no," I declined immediately.

"I'm sure mother has albums full of your pictures. I want to see them."

"No."

"Why? You think I will laugh when I see your chubby cheeks?" She challenged.

I quickly reached in to tickle her and caused her to shriek. She started laughing when I did it again. I glanced over at her with a small smile twitching to my lips. She kissed my cheek, and I was about to press my lips to hers, but Damien reacted immediately, shoving his small hand to my face.

Clara gasped, widening her eyes. She laughed and covered her hand over her mouth. I glared at Damien. He kept stealing Clara away from me for the past few months, and each time I wanted to be near her with him around, he would start doing shit for her attention.

"Damien," Clara put his hand down, brushing her nose to his face. "It's not nice to hurt Daddy."

"What else does he know aside from punching my face?" I grumbled, displeased with how he already had different attitudes between Clara and me.

Clara let out a small titter then glanced at me. "Like father like son..."

"What?" I snapped.

She always took my attitude as her happiness. She knew how to pick my nerves, and one thing she was certain about was that I fucking love her to death. I knew her enough to differentiate when she was teasing or being serious.