NOT ROYALE ENOUGH [18+]

19.💋

Mature content ahead.

❥ CHRIS ❥

There was no need to glance at Sarah to know I was at the top of her hit list. The way she kept muttering under her breath was a dead giveaway. I could practically feel the curses she was sending my way. It took all my willpower not to chuckle, especially when I noticed a man hurrying towards us.

His eyes were wide, trying and failing to mask his surprise. I recognized him instantly. Andrew, the manager of this restaurant, and the last person my brother Elliot spoke to.

He was young for a manager if you ask me. I was so used to seeing old men in these roles–men who looked like they survived on cigarettes for breakfast and hard liquor for dinner. But Andrew was different, probably around my age, which made his position all more curious.

“Your Highness,” he greeted, loud enough to turn heads in our direction. His eyes flicked to Sarah, lingering on the way my arm wrapped possessively around her waist. “I see you brought a guest.”

“Of course…” I glanced at his name tag for effect. “Andrew, right?” He nodded and gestured for us to follow him.

As we moved through the restaurant, I could feel eyes on us, more specifically on Sarah. And who could blame them? She looked like a fucking vixen in that dress, so damn tempting that I was fighting the urge to drag her back to the car and ravish then and there.

But she was more than temptation. From the moment those stubborn eyes first glared back at me, I knew I would be hooked.

What happened outside the restaurant wasn't planned. It was instinct— an almost primal need to stake my claim. Any man or woman who dared look at her needed to understand that she was already spoken for.

She was mine.

Maybe what we have isn't fully defined yet, but it's there, simmering beneath the surface, desperately craving to know what could happen and the more she resists, the more I want her.

She's stubborn. I like stubborn.

My hand stayed firmly on her hip, even as she tried to pull away. There was no way I was letting her go–not when her body fits so perfectly against mine, not when her sweet honey scent clouded my mind, not when those plump, red lips were just begging to be kissed.

It took everything in me to remember my promise to wait until she was desperate for my touch.

“How do you like this side, Your Highness,” Andrew's voice pulled me from thoughts as he stopped in front of a specific table. The view was stunning, with the night sky spread out before us like a canvas of stars.

“I love it.” Sarah said before I could respond, her eyes locked on the view. The soft lights from the restaurant illuminated her face, and I had to take a deep breath, satisfied that I'd made the right decision bringing her here.