Hottie Next Door (Royal Romance)

PROLOGUE:

My phone beeps, alerting me of a message. I pick it up, absentmindedly unlocking my IPhone while saving up my application on my Laptop.

Mr Fitz: I'll arrive at your place in a few minutes.

Mr Fitzgerald, a man I met at the restaurant I worked at, sent me a message. He's coming to speak to my parents about my education.

I hurriedly shut my laptop close, jump out of bed and put on my sweatshirt and high waisted dark blue jeans. Running down the stairs to my parents room, to let them know he's coming over soon. I almost fell down the stairs, why did my mom seriously want a house with so much stairs. Mentally rolling my eyes, I straighten up and bring my run to a brisk walk.

Mr Fitzgerald, or Fitz, which he oh so prefers to be called but I couldn't bring myself to call him just 'Fitz', offered to help me work out my admission in the UK, at the University of Sunderland. We spoke for a while when we first met and he said I was an intelligent girl and deserved to go places. He wanted to meet with my parents to tell them about the whole process and ask their permission to let me go, I know if I do it alone, they'd refuse.

Finally at my parents door, I consider barging in, my mom hates that and also the last time I did that, I was so scarred for life, like I literally wished I could gouge out my eyes or probably brainwash myself so I'd have to forget seeing my parents, who are old but clearly won't accept that, doing the unnameable.

Someone might ask how old they are, they're both in their thirties. Had me at an early age. My mom keeps relaying to me the detailed story of how my Father was so in awe of her the first time they met, like she wasn't too.

I lightly knock on the door. Since that day, I knock and wait for either of them to answer and sometimes, especially at nights, open the door for me before I go in.

"Come in, Cryssie." she calls out, sounding exasperated and slightly out of breath.

I open the door and peek my head in first, "Mom, where's Dad?" she points to the bathroom, raising her brows at me and giving me the mom look, signaling me to continue talking. "you remember Mr Fitzgerald, a professor at a University in the UK that I told you about a while ago," she acts like she doesn't know what I'm talking about. I give her a look while she smiles at before slowly nodding, I subtly roll my eyes and continue, knowing she'd send me one of her looks, "we'll he's coming over now to meet you and Dad!" I shout the last part so my dad can hear.

He comes out laughing, "how soon would he be here?"

"In less than a_" the door bell rings before I finish my sentence. "he's here, mom, dad, please get ready?" I turn around to leave before glancing back at them, "please?" I softly beg before heading downstairs to the front door, trying to calm my racing heart I pull the door open.

Sure enough, it's Mr Fitzgerald at the door, with a huge smile on his face, his twinkling blue eyes, matching his light blue shirt.

"You should check who's at the door first Crystal." he says, sounding amused.

Laughing nervously, I lean on the door frame.and take a deep breath. All this running has really exhausted me, I bet I've lost a pound or two, which I'd love cause I'd want to get rid of some of it though, except my essentials, if you know what I mean. I'm not exactly fat, just really thick. Hips and breast that belongs to a much taller woman on my tiny five foot four self.