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Castle

Ship: Jolinsky

Summary: Prince Jack Gilinsky is going to become king of Bed Stuy and is arranged to marry a girl. The problem is, Jack Gilinsky doesn't like girls.

Jack G's POV

I'm being forced to spend the day with the woman that I'm set to marry. Lady Madison Beer. I wrote it down on a card in my pocket because I often forget her name.

She and I sat in the lounge of the castle.

My father had ordered that, Jack Johnson, the dishwasher boy, should not leave the kitchen today. My father knew that I had a thing for Jack and now has forbade me from seeing him.

I ordered a full kettle of orange pekoe be brought up immediately.

I was just hoping, since I'm friends with basically everyone that works in the kitchen, they'd send up Jack Johnson since they know we're so close.

Soon the doors of the elevator, that goes down to the kitchen, open. Jack Johnson pushes a tray out with a kettle and cups on saucers.

He pours the tea.

"One sugar." Madison orders. He nods and adds a sugar cube to her cup while stirring it.

"The usual." I tell him.

"Ummm." JJ starts.

"You don't know my usual? Isn't it your job to know? What the fuck." I say.

"I'm sorry, you never—"

"Excuse me Madigan, I've got to talk to this incompetent staff member." I say while standing up.

"Take your time." She replies biting her bottom lip. For some reason she loved watching people, especially me, mistreating their staff.

I head over to the elevator. Once the doors close I pin Jack Johnson up against the wall and kiss him passionately.

"For a second I thought you were actually mad at me." He says breathlessly.

"Never. I'm mad because I have to spend the day with Magazine." I groan while backing away.

"Has she made any moves on you?" He asks.

"Not yet, but she will. She always does." I say frustratedly.

"Don't let her. You're mine. But other than that, you'll survive."

"I will survive because you and I are going to have a little slumber party tonight and I can't wait." I tell him.

"Me neither. I can't wait for you to do whatever you please to me." He bites his bottom lip.

"Not only that, I want to talk to you, see what's up and what's on your mind. We're going to cuddle, eat some bomb ass food, watch a movie, then fuck our brains out. Not specifically in that order." I laugh.

"God stop talking about it. I don't want to go back to the kitchen all hot and bothered." He said.

"We can take care of that right here in this elevator, just bend over." I tell him.