The Princess' Royal Pregnancy (Book One - "The Royal Friendships" Series) [DONE]

Prologue ~~~ A Day I Will Never Forget! (EDITED)

Prologue

A Day I Will Never Forget!

I was celebrating my good friend's 21st birthday at a club with the gorgeous birthday girl, myself and two other friends. We had fun at her dress-up party, and we went out as what we were dressed up as. The theme of the dress-up party was SEXY.

I was dressed up as a dominatrix. All that my costume was comprised of was a leather and lace micro-mini-skirt that barely covered my rear, a bikini-like halter top that barely covered my breasts properly, a cropped jacket, knee-high 4-inch stiletto-heel boots, and a very cheeky pair if panties, all of which were leather and lace! Oh! I forgot to mention, black mini-fish-nets stockings and, lets not forget my matching leather cap, to cap of my outrageous outfit.

Trisha, she dressed up as a pirate. She wore a skirt as short as mine, but in red silk and black lace, a black corset with two red lace panels in the front of it, a cropped brown leather jacket, knee-high 4-inch chunky-heeled brown leather boots and she wore a black G-string with two red-laced panels at the front, she didn't wear stockings, which was to bring attention to her long, lean legs, and she wore a pirates hat as well.

Jenny, she was dressed as a fairy, all pink satin and mesh. A micro-mini-skirt, a halter top that belted just a few inches below her breasts with the front of her top dipping invitingly over her breasts, strappy 4-inch stiletto-heels, she even had herself a pair of fairy wings, a fairy wand and a tiara.

And Ellayna, the birthday girl, she dressed up as an angel. All white silk and lace, a micro-mini-skirt, a silk bra-bikini-like top that had a lace skirt attached that wafted over her ribs, stopping just above her navel, she was also the only one two where shorts, or, to put it more correctly, a pair of hot-pants that shoed half her ass, she also had white leather thigh-high 4-inch thick-heel boots with flesh-coloured bra and G-string, she even had angel wings and a halo.

A one point in the night, we had the small stage-like dancefloor to ourselves when our requested song came on over the speakers, Rude Boy by Rihanna and all four of us girl did something that we were planning for ages, a mini-peformance in the club.

After it, we were flooded with guys that were wanting to dance with us. But we settled for four absolutely hot guys, with complexions that spanned from Caramel to Milk-Chocolate.

My friends and I exchanged numbers with the guys and ended up having a late-night roust with them and leaving to go to my place after the guys all fell asleep.

But it was a few weeks later that I had a massive shock, after a few weeks, I didn't feel well, at all, and mum talked me into taking a pregnancy test. Thank God that it was negative.

But the next week, when my I didn't improve, mum took me to the doctors, who took blood samples among a few other samples.

A few days later, I got a call from the doctor's office receptionist to make an appointment immediately. I asked her if she could make it for tomorrow at the earliest time possible. After that I was put on hold for about three minutes and as soon as she took me off hold, she told me that everything was done and that the doctor would be expecting me at the doctor's surgery at 9am the next morning.

The next day I went into the doctor's office, and was not expecting to be bowled-over by the doctor's prognosis. Apparently my one-night-lover, Mahamed Abdul, and I had a contraceptive catastrophe, I was well and truly, 100% prgenant, and for twins no less.

I made a call to Mahamed by way of international call, only to get his personal assistance, also known as, secretary. "You have reached the office of Prince Mahamed Abdul Jr., my name is Serena, how may I help you today?"

"Hello, my name is Bella, I was just wondering if I would be able to speak with Mahamed. It's Urgent." I said politely.

"Prince Mahamed is in a conference at the moment, would you like to leave a message?" Selena said in a clipped tone.

"It's kind of personal." I said honestly, keeping my tone of voice level.

"Well, would you like to leave your name, number and a refence of what is so very urgent." She said sarcastically.

"Umm, my name is Bella Jacobson, my number is ..." I rattled off my personal mobile-phone number, "It's in reference of the night at the club in Perth, say its from the 'dominatrix', he would know who it is then." I said, although my words were innocent, they hinted at the sex-fest that happened between myself and Mahamed. (In case you were wondering, I only use my full name when I am in my grandparents court, their ... kingdom. Or when I wanted others to know my birth-right, which isn't needed after it was announced all over my mother's country, Australia, that I was the next heir to the throne to my grand-parents kingdon, so to speak.)

"Will do." She hung up on me, but with those two words, I could tell that she was in love with Mahamed, and was jealous that I had him and she didn't.

"Bitch!" I muttered to myself when she hung up on me. I called mum to tell her that she was going to be a grandmother, then I called my grandmother, and told her the news, but half way through the call, just before I was about to tell her the news, when I had a call coming through on line two, I told her that I would ring her back because I had a call to take. "Hello?" I said as I answered.

"Bella." Came the voice of my babies' daddy.

"Mahamed." I said to him curtly, when all I wanted to do was swear and curse and act like a bitch to him because he got me pregnant, when, I knew deep down, that the fault don't lay on his shoulders or my own, but on both of ours.

"Prince Mahamed, if you would be so kind." He replied, growling slightly.

"PRINCE." I said, laying on the sarcasm thickly, "Mahamed I just have something to tell you that you need to know."

"Can we hurry this along? I have a few hundred things to do and I have a deadline to do it by!" He growled, losing patience.

"Don't worry about it, it ain't that much of importance to you, of course that's compared to your precious work!" I said to him venomously, then hung up on him as he took a breath to say something. He rang me back, but I just ignored it and let it ring through. He rang me again, then he sent a text message to me, 'wat d fuk dd u do d@ 4?' I ignored it and all the times I tried to get in contact with me, I just ignored him like he did to me. I rang Grandma back up and told her, I was honestly in a foul mood after all that Mahamed and his hussy of a personal assistant had said to me. But I did try on more than one occasion to tell him that I was pregnant, but I hit the same walls as my first attempt, or he would push me.

"Elizabella!" David said.

"Yeah?" I said, snapping out of my daze, and looked at David, my boss.