Raavi - When The Crowned Princess meets The Mafia King.

Apne

Another week later, it was later part of the evening on a slow sunday.
I stir in bed, naked and turn to the source of raw heat beside me. He was missing as my eyes open slowly and the surrounding comes into focus.

He was sitting on the couch, working with a glass of whiskey kept by his laptop. "You're up?" He asks, as I moan and my head falls back on the pillow. "Should I tell Dianne to get dinner ready?" He says as I groan. I was not hungry.

"She made Dum aalo Biryani and Raita. The recipe came from your mom." He says, the hindi words said in a delightfully delicious accent. "So, here or the dining table?" He says, as I slowly sit up.

"Dining table." I say as he smiles and shuts the laptop. His eyes go to my naked breasts, when the sheets fell down as he licks his lips.

"Get dressed." He says, as I nod, throwing the sheets away and getting out of bed, buck naked.

"Okay." I said standing up and stretching as his eyes graze over my figure, unable to blink. I turn my head letting my long hair out of the bun and shake my ass a little extra walking to the closet as I hear him groan.

"She'll be the death of me." He whispers as I muffle a chuckle and find a pair of navy blue satin shorts ending a little above my ass in lace and a tiny matching top covering my huge breasts.

I put an overall long matching satin robe as I turn to look at him standing on the door of the closet. "Did you go shopping behind my back?" I ask, as he shrugs.

"I might have made a designer drop some pieces for you, just in case." he says as I nod tying the robe closed.

"Let's go eat."

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"Alexander, the third." His father's voice called out from the foyer as we were having dinner. The security doesn't have alerts for family and he should change that. Not that I can tell him to.

"Should I go into the room?" I asked panicking, looking at my robe and imagining my bed hair as he shook his head and got up.

"He doesn't care about your dressing. He cares if you are a good human that has no vile intentions for me." He says, missing the part about an influential family as I chuckle.

It's hard to talk about some of your parent's qualities, and I get it. Now more than ever.

"I have veeerry vile intentions for you." I say as he chuckles and kisses my forehead.

"Go wear whatever you'll be comfortable in, around him." He said as I nod running to change.

I put on a casual jumpsuit and settle my hair before walking out as they were mid conversation.

"This is who the third plate belongs to. Dad, meet Miss. Raavi Sandhu. And Raavi, babe. This is my father, Alexander Steele the second." he says putting a protective arm around me.

"Why didn't anybody tell me?  This must be serious if you don't have her taken out from the back gate." His father says extending an hand as I shake it.

"It's a pleasure, sir." I say as he waves his hand.

"Don't call me sir and I think you are the one who this Indian food is for." he says. as I blush and nod.

"Dammn, you must be special and I can see it in the way that you walk, talk and even shake my hand. You're not just another girl." he says, as I look up at Alexander. Should we tell the truth about who I actually am? Was he saying this because of the contract?

"She is special, dad. She is the mother of your grandkids." Alex says pulling a chair for me, as his father looked shocked for a minute and then composed himself.