NOT ROYALE ENOUGH [18+]

10

❥CHRIS ❥

I had only intended to tease her, maybe test her resolve and see if she would back away.

But I was mistaken.

The moment my lips touched hers, I felt her body freeze. I couldn't help but love how soft and inviting they felt against mine. It was a sensation that sent a jolt of desire coursing through my veins.

The taste of her, the warmth of her breath mingling with mine, only intensified my longing for more.

The instant my hand glided along her back, caressing her skin, I sensed her make a sound that almost got my cock hard. 

Well almost.

I knew that having a sexual connection with her wasn't part of our contract, but as I had decided the moment I read those terms: Fuck that.

I didn't delve deeper into the kiss than I wanted to. I merely wanted to tease her a bit, considering how stubborn she had been since she entered my room. I was genuinely glad that I hadn't answered that call, as it had given me the chance to see her in that dress.

It was a shame that I couldn't take it off.

But as the saying goes, slow and steady wins the race, and I was damn sure that I would have her screaming my name before this contract was over.

Parting our lips, I spared her a chance to catch her breath, ignoring the stern glare she shot my way. I leaned back in the chair, grinning as I relished in the discomfort my antics brought upon my parents.

I needed to prove that I was fit to be king, even if it meant showcasing that I would be absolutely terrible at it.

There was so much work that lay ahead.

My dad cleared his throat, dabbing at his mouth with a napkin. "I see you're serious about this," he remarked.

"Of course I am," I replied, taking Sarah's hand, the hand adorned with the ring I had placed on her finger. Our fingers intertwined, a visual display of how committed I was to this charade.

Sarah might think I could fake it since we were pretending, but I had to make every aspect of this feel real, even if it meant losing a few million from my bank account to acquire a diamond ring.

"Oh, woah," Mum's eyes widened in shock, her gaze darting from the ring to Alex and back again.

Now I was confused. Wasn't she the one who had suggested I find a fake bride? Why did she appear so astonished?

"See, Dad," Alex interjected, her tone laced with humor, "Chris is serious about this whole thing. He should have just shown us the ring instead of pulling that stunt back there." Her words held a touch of jest, but the death glares I received from both sides could have been lethal.