NOT ROYALE ENOUGH [18+]

20💋

Mature content ahead.

❥ SARAH ❥

I nearly choked on the steak.

Not figuratively—literally. I managed to swallow it down but immediately reached for my wine, gulping as much as I could without spilling, desperate for the burning in my throat to subside.

What the hell did he just say?

“Are you alright? Would you like a glass of water?” Christopher’s voice dripped with false concern, a mockery that made my blood boil.

“You’re nuts,” was all I could manage, my voice shaky as I cut into the steak with unnecessary aggression.

His eyes gleamed, lighting up with amusement at how flustered I was. “What? Did I say something wrong, love?”

Oh, he was enjoying this way too much.

“You know what—” I bit down hard on my lip, slicing the steak violently. “Fuck you.”

Christopher laughed, loud enough to turn heads in the restaurant, drawing more unwanted attention. His laughter was deep, unapologetic, and it only made my face flush harder.

“Oh love,” he said through his chuckles, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye, “this might be the best date I’ve ever been on.”

“Date?” I scoffed, glaring at him. “People on dates don’t say shit like that.”

He feigned innocence, cutting into his own steak with maddening calmness. “Like what, hmm? I’m just being straightforward.”

“Straightforward?” My voice faltered as I bit back the retort I really wanted to throw at him. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. “Fuck you,” I spat again, hoping the venom in my voice would shut him up this time.

But no, he leaned in closer, his voice dropping an octave. “Oh honey, every time you say that, it just makes me harder.”

I swallowed the groan that threatened to escape. He was impossible. It wasn’t enough that his gaze undressed me with every glance, like he could devour me right there. No, I had to take it further by teasing him earlier—my foot grazing his cock under the table, feeling how hard he got with every touch. A dangerous game I shouldn’t have played because now, I couldn’t stop thinking about how he looked at me like I was the prize he was waiting to claim.

And the worst part? It wasn't just the lust. I could handle lust. Like I just told him that I would touch him so it wasn't a problem for me.

It was his eyes.

Those green eyes told a different story. There was something deeper there, and it made me nervous because I didn’t know how to how to handle it.

“Okay,” Christopher interrupted my spiraling thoughts, wiping his mouth with a napkin like the gentleman he pretended to be. “Let’s have a real conversation.”