NOT ROYALE ENOUGH [18+]

03

❥CHRIS ❥

"What the fuck do you mean my bride is here?!" I lashed out at Alex, sitting up from the bed. I knew she wouldn't like that but I don't give two shits.

Bride? We didn't discuss this.

I stared down at the woman who was consumed with lust, bobbing her head up and down my cock, her mouth suddenly sucking my balls. Her whole focus was on it and honestly it became boring after two minutes.

She was a good fuck but with the whole fake breasts that couldn't bounce even after three hours of her screams, I didn't feel horny anymore.

"Get off," I commanded, forcefully pushing her away from my dick. I rose from the bed and headed towards the bathroom, needing a quick shower to wash away the remnants of the night.

"Don't tell me you have someone in there," Alex taunted, already sensing her frustration building up.

"What if I do?" I retorted, a smirk plastered on my face. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, taking in the sight of a hickey and scratches adorning my muscles, particularly around my waist.

"Are you stupid? You have no idea what I went through to find your bride," she voiced out.

"First of all, stop using that word," I exclaimed as I stepped outside, observing the woman from last night still lying naked on my bed, engrossed in my other phone.

I let out a groan. "Looks like I ended up with a wild one," I muttered to myself, realizing the unexpected predicament I found myself in.

"And secondly, I never asked you to find a woman for me. I said I would handle it," I asserted, leaning against the bathroom door, contemplating how to delicately remove her from my room.

"You? Handle it?" she scoffed. "So you can have someone to satisfy your insatiable horny hormones."

"Come on, you wound me, big sis," I replied, feigning hurt.

"I don't care. You better be ready to meet her and get that woman out of there before I lay eyes on her," she declared before abruptly ending the call, leaving me cursing under my breath.

I dropped my phone and stepped into the shower, allowing the hot water to cascade over my body. "Fuck," I hissed, feeling the searing heat against my skin. I turned around, inspecting my reflection to assess the damage.

"Psycho bitch!" I exclaimed, my eyes widening as I took in the multitude of scratch marks she had left on my back. It looked as if a deranged cat had clawed at me relentlessly, leaving behind a series of angry red marks.

Ignoring the pain, I quickly dismissed the thought and focused on getting ready for the "surprise" Alex had mentioned.

I never wanted to be in this position—arranging a fake marriage—but what choice did I have? Elliot, my so-called elder brother, had decided to abdicate his inheritance as the first heir to the throne simply because he fell in love with someone of the same gender, which apparently went against the royal rules.