I'm Raising Royal Babies {ORIGINAL VERSION; BOOK 3}

Chapter 10: Fifi's Talk Show

I want to clear something up...Shadé and Darrell are dating. They've been together for nearly a year (11 months). Shadé even told Vincent this in Chapter 8.

*Sigh* I hope I didn't sound upset, I just wanted to let you guys know how long they've been together just in case you missed it.

Okay, dearies, you can read now

Chapter 10: Fifi's Talk Show

Vincent

I never really found myself to be quite an attractive man, although many women would tell me otherwise. Brown hair, it seemed all too bland. A sharp nose, not quite flattering. Pale skin, I felt like a vampire at times. The only good thing I found interesting about myself were my blue eyes. I liked the way they'd change different colours depending on my mood or the light reflecting off of them. It seemed intriguing to me.

However, at this very moment, I swore I was the most handsome man to ever walk this earth. Reason being, I was dressed fairly casual. A long-sleeved grey shirt hugged my torso while dark jeans complimented my lower body. Yes, it may sound boring or basic, but I felt very comfortable. I liked dressing casual and laid back. It made me feel like a normal man; as if I wasn't a part of England's Royal Family.

"Vincent, will you get out of the mirror," I heard Rodney complain from behind me.

Hesitantly, I turned away from my reflection to face my younger brother. He was seated on a gold coloured settee, momentarily scrolling through his phone. His natural hair color was beginning to show against the blonde dye.

Unlike myself, Rodney wore a sleek navy suit. Why he decided to wear that, I will never know. We were going an interview. If I were going to be asked uncomfortable questions, I had to at least dress comfortably to balance everything out.

"Do I look decent," I asked, outstretching my arms.

"You look acceptable...to go grocery shopping," Rodney replied, briefly sizing my stature.

"That's good enough for me," I said, adjusting the hem of my shirt. "Where's Mel and Eli," I asked curiously.

Rodney looked back up at me. "She said she went to go shopping for him."

"In New York? Rod, if she gets lost with your son don't-"

"She has a bodyguard with her, Vince," Rodney said assuring.

"I suppose so. Are you ready," I questioned, spraying a bit of cologne on myself.

"I've been waiting for you for the past half-hour," Rodney said, making his way to the door. "Our limo's been waiting for us for forever," he commented.

I would ask him why he was telling me this, because, honestly, I didn't care. But, I decided against giving him a slick remark, only because I didn't want to seem cold.

We took the elevator down to the hotel's lobby. Women; single, married, or just taken, were eyeing us both. I smirked in a blonde's direction and briefly watched as a crimson blush crept upon her cheeks.

"That was cute," I commented quietly, so only Rodney could hear me.

"The blonde? She is cute," Rodney said, checking the woman out for himself.

'She isn't better than Folashadé, though' I thought as we got into the backseat of the limousine. Maybe I was more interested in short women. Short is cute...even if the woman was a sassy ball of what the hell.

Thinking of her, I knew she was bound to come up in the interview. It's not like people forgot I had twins. England knows...it's just...the media would rather not discuss it. It wasn't even the fact that my family was a touchy subject for me, it was only because no one had any information to give them, besides a name and the fact that she's black. It's a good thing that no one has ever gotten even a glimpse of what Shadé or the twins look like, otherwise, those three wouldn't have such a normal life.