I can't get You out of my head! (On Hold)

9. After the after-party.

The ending of this chapter is NSFW (Or busrides, or reading aloud to your grandma or  public consumption in general) Readers consider yourselves warned!

Frederic PoV

My God!! This must officially be the longest day in recorded history! I wouldn't be surprised if I found out that this day was going into it's fiftieth hour. Or that nobody told me that the date had changed, twice.

The ceremonies in the church seems like weeks ago. And driving back to the castle in the open car, waving to the people who were out in the streets in droves, is feeling like a lost dream.

The meet and greet, with my fellow royals and foreign dignitaries, was a never ending parade of ass kissing, both giving and receiving, and empty phrases like: "Yes I will dearly miss my Fathers wisdom!" or "Of cause we must meet again soon!" and the worst one "Haha, yes maybe I should consider looking for a partner and settle down."

Who the Hell are they to judge how I choose to spend my time? If I want to fuck seven guys in one night, that is MY goddamn choice! Not theirs!

Getting rid of my parade uniform in preparation for the after-party, cut my frustration in half. I hate wearing that damn thing! And then getting the first couple of glasses of champagne under my belt, had the remaining frustrations slowly dissipating.

I had decided that the after-party should have a club feel, with a DJ and an open bar. Only the "Younger Generation" was invited, it was still princes and princesses, kids of business magnates and the general "high society" airheads. But at least they were my age.

Now, seemingly a lifetime later,  I'm standing against the wall feeling slightly tipsy and nursing another glas of champagne, while silently judging everyone in sight. The party is winding down and I'm just waiting for the right moment to get my ass out of there!

A smiling Jon and a grinning Jacob comes over. Fucking Jacob and his fucking grinning face! Jon is swaying a little, maybe he's been hitting the champagne too? 

Jacob grabs his shoulder to keep Jon steady on his feet and I kan feel the growl that tries to escape my throat. 

"So. My.. Frederic. Are you enjoying the party?" Jon beams at me. My Frederic. I think that I like the sound of that a lot more than I should.

Jon continues without waiting for my answer. "Because I'm having a Hell of a good time! I've been trying the bubbles and shaking my ass and..." He does indeed shake his ass to prove his point. And the sight makes me want to do things to him, that would be considered illegal in more than one state in America.

"Yeah yeah Jon. That's all good and well. But I think that you've had enough fun for one night!" Jacob interrupts both Jons happy chatter and my dirty thoughts. "Say goodbye Jon. I'm taking you home now!" Wait what?!?

"Noooo Jacob! I'm not ready to go home yet!" Jon whines. I almost whine too. I am also not ready for Jon to go home yet. I'm pretty sure that he has a lot more ass wiggling left in him! 

Jacob is steadfast though. "Yes Jon! Now!" He grabs Jons arm and gives it a pull. "I'm going to take you home. And I'm not taking No for an answer. Goodnight Your Majesty." Jacob shoots me a look and tries to get Jon going towards the exit.

Something snaps inside me. He is NOT going to take Jon away from me! I'm not going to let him! I take two steps forward and grab Jons arm out of Jacobs hand. 

"He's not going anywhere with you!" I spit out between clenched teeth. Jacob looks confused "...But.."

"NO!" I let the growl slip out. "Jon is MINE!" With that said, I start dragging Jon with me out of the ballroom, thanking every deity I can think of, that we aren't in the other end, so I don't have to drag him past the last dregs of inebriated socialites guzzling down the free alcohol.