Royally Screwed

Chapter 3

LOUIS

I wake up with some tits on my face.

"That's new", I find myself mumbling, trying hard to get up. Didn't happen at the first time thanks to the drumming in my head. I allow myself one look down, and I already notice one thing. I'm naked. A look around the room has me coming to the second discovery of the morning. I'm not in my room. But in something that seems to be moving.

Cursing once, I snatch the first bath robe I find and cover myself up. Then, I go with my fingers through my hair a few times, and make my exit up the stairs.

The drumming in my head doesn't get any lower, only louder at the sight of sunlight.

I'm having a hangover.

Images of last night flash through my mind. Shots of tequila, mini skirts, glitter all around. Oh fuck. I really outdid myself last night. Usually I know my limits. I can go through six glasses of whiskey and don't feel a thing. Two bottles of tequila was a bit too much.

I blame my best friend.

My best friend, who is sleeping with two naked girls on the couch on the deck of the yacht.

Hence why I felt like we were moving.

Snickering, I take the glass of green detox smoothie one of the staff already had ready for me, thank her with a nod, and decide to make my entrance. Blasting Winter by Vivaldi from my phone, I take my time watching Edmund wake up so abruptly as if the house were on fire. His blonde hair is still wet, from God knows what, and his blue eyes are just lazily opened as he naked makes his way to me, punches me in the guts, then helps himself to a smoothie.

"Fuck you, West", he mutters.

My mouth twitches. "Good morning to you too. How was your good night's sleep?"

"I doubt much sleeping was involved", he answers, showing me he has as much of a clue as I have about last night's events. Then, proving me right, he mutters: "I'm never letting Xander teach me into his bullshit again."

Xander is the son of a billionaire in Monaco. He shares some courses with Edmund and me at Harvard. And he is the one who convinced us to spend the weekend in Monaco with him.

"Good morning party people", talking of the devil. Tanned skin, a towel wrapped around his lower area, hair shaved in a buzz cut. He is grinning, showing us last night was better for him than for us.

"Remind me to never ever come to Monaco with you again", Edmund hisses at him.

Xander only lifts an eyebrow chuckling. "Oh, but you should. And next time, bring your sister with you."

Edmund goes red only at the mention of his sister. The two of them are closer than close, and my best friend gets pissed whenever someone tries to hit on her just for the thrill.

"Leave my sister out of this", he warns. All playfulness from before has disappeared, leaving nothing but pure danger.

"How is Sylvie anyway?", Xander overlooks said danger.

The thought of him touching her. Fisting her red strands of hair, pulling her closer to meet her mouth with his. Stroking her soft lips with his tongue...

"That's enough, Xander", the words come out on instinct.

"Brotherly love", Xander lets out amused. "How touching."

I'm so close to tell him that none of my thoughts towards Sylvie are brotherly. But then again, no one knows about my thoughts towards Sylvie. Not even my best friend. That would only cause a bunch of drama. Edmund and I might have different opinions at times, but there is one point we're both agreeing on. Sylvie and I could never be together. Him because he is afraid I'll break her. Me because I know that if Sylvie would let me be with her and we would ever break up, it won't be just my fortune she would be walking away with. But my whole heart would leave my body.