Finding My Prince Charming

Chapter 10

“So this will be your first time on a train?” Xavier was surprisingly jovial when he picked me up on Saturday morning.

“On the Eurostar, not a train, period.”

“This will be my first time on the Eurostar as well.” He winked at me as we got on and took our seats.

“You’ve never been on the Eurostar before?” I looked at him in surprise.

“Oh, of course I’ve travelled on it before. This will be my first time having sex on it.”

“Sex?” My jaw dropped and I noticed an older lady giving me a disapproving look.

“Don’t advertise it to the world, Lola.” Xavier winked at me as we settled in.

“Advertise what?” I hissed at him.

“That this will be our first time.”

“I’m not having sex on the train with you.”

“Oh?” He leaned over and ran his fingers down my arm. “I thought that’s what we were talking about.”

“You are so inappropriate.” I shook my head at him. “You are my professor and my boss. You should not be making such comments.”

“What comments?”

“Comments suggesting that we’re going to have sex on the train.”

“Don’t you want to?” His fingers moved to my leg and I stilled.

“No, I don’t.” I whispered.

“I’ve always thought it would be an exhilarating experience to make love on a train.”

“Xavier!” I exclaimed loudly as his fingers ran up and down my thigh.

“Relax,” he laughed and pulled his fingers back. “We shall not break our train-ride cherries today.”

“You’re disgusting.” I shook my head at him. “And wildly inappropriate.”

“I’m just a man who likes to have fun.” He smiled at me. “And we’re not in the classroom now.” He winked at me and leaned back in his seat. “I think I’ll have a light nap. Wake me up if you change your mind.”

“The hotel looks ...” Xavier paused and looked around the lobby of the hotel we’d just entered, “... nice.”

I cringed at his sentence. The hotel looked like a dump and I knew it. The wallpaper was peeling and the floors were dirty and old. This wasn’t the place for a prince, and I wasn’t sure that I would have stayed here either.

“It’s fine, you can say it’s a dump. I can look for somewhere else if you want.” I asked hopefully.

“It’s fine.” He shook his head. “We won’t die from a little shabbiness.” He walked up to the front desk. “I’m here to check into the Presidential Suite.”

“The what, monsieur?” The man behind the desk frowned slightly as he spoke in a heavily accented voice.

“My assistant here booked a suite?”

I bit my lower lip as Xavier spoke to the front desk clerk. To be honest, I hadn’t paid much attention to what I’d been clicking when I’d made the reservation. It had been in French and I hadn’t had time to look at a translator to make sense of what the website had said.

“You made a reservation, right, Lola?” Xavier questioned me and I nodded indignantly.

“Yes, for two rooms.” I handed him the paper I had printed out. He then read it and handed it to the front desk clerk, who nodded. They then spoke rapidly in French, and I didn’t understand the conversation until Xavier said ‘merci.’ I knew that meant ‘thank you.’

“Merci beaucoup.” I beamed at the front desk clerk as Xavier and I left the lobby. I felt proud of my accent, even though that was one of only a couple of phrases I knew in the language.

“Did we get a suite then?” I frowned as I followed Xavier to the elevator.

“No.”

“Why do we have one key for two bedrooms?” I stared at the card in his hands.

“Because we have one bedroom.”

“Oh no, did I get one room with two beds instead of two bedrooms?”

“No.” He stopped outside of the door and looked at me.

“What do you mean no?” I frowned at him as he opened the bedroom door and my jaw dropped as I looked in the room and saw the single bed. And it wasn’t even a king. “You need to go and tell them that we need another room.” I gasped.

“They’re booked for the weekend.”

“They don’t have one extra room?” I looked at him and frowned.

“No.”

“What about another hotel?”

“The whole town is booked this weekend. There is some event.”

“Oh.” I bit my lower lip and looked at the bed again. “What are we going to do?”

“We’ve shared a bed before, Lola. Tell me you’re not scared of me?”

“Well, it’s not like you’re innocent.”

“I’m the big bad wolf?” He grinned, his teeth showing and making me shiver.

“You could be.”

“Are you a piggy or a girl in a red hood?”

“Which one would be safer with you?” I whispered.

“Neither.” His eyes laughed at me and he put his bag down. “Come now, Lola. We’re here to work. I shall not touch you, if you do not wish me to.”

“I don’t wish or want you to touch me.”

“That’s fine then.” He bowed his head. “Shall we go and look for some food? I’m feeling quite hungry.”

“Sounds good to me.” I replied as my stomach growled. “I’m really hungry.”

“What would you like? Escargot? Frog legs? Caviar?”

“Um, a steak would do fine.” I paused as I tried to think of my French. “Le beouf?”

“Boeuf?” He smiled at me and I rolled my eyes.

“You know what I mean. A big fat juicy steak.” I grabbed the door handle and opened it. “With pomme frites.”

“Yes, Lola. I’ll find you a nice piece of meat to chew on.” His voice was light as he followed me and I looked at him to see if he was teasing me. I tried to ignore the excitement roaring in my stomach at the thought of sleeping in the same bed as him. It would be delicious and it would be hard to keep my hands off of him. I really hoped that he didn’t sleep naked. Oh my God! What would I do if he slept in the nude? What if I felt him next to me? Would I be able to say no? I could still remember that it had felt like the first time we’d made love. It had been so passionate and intense. I could still remember what he felt like inside if me if I closed my eyes and concentrated hard. I let out a small sigh as I realized that I was in trouble.

“What’s wrong?” Xavier’s hands caressed my back and I froze.

“Nothing. Why?”

“You look troubled.”

“I’m fine.”

“Good, good.” He grabbed my hand and escorted me through the lobby of the hotel. “Tonight we shall eat and drink, and then tomorrow we shall go to Monet’s gardens.”

“Then what?”

“Then we can go to Mont St. Michel.”

“What’s that?”

“An old abbey.” He grinned. “I think you would like it.”

“Why is that?”

“Because you seem to be a girl that appreciates history and things of beauty.”

“Oh, thanks.” I answered slightly breathlessly, touched by his seemingly kind comments.

“Now let’s eat.”

“Mange.” I grinned at him and he laughed.

“Dinner was so delicious.” I grinned at him as we made our way back to the hotel.

“You seemed to enjoy the wine as well.” He held onto my arm tightly.

“It was superb.” I giggled, feeling slightly drunk in the night air.

“You should not have drunk so much.” He frowned as he escorted me to the hotel.

“Why?” I hiccupped. “I feel good.”

“I just don’t think—” His words were cut off by a crowd of photographers who started screaming as soon as we made our way to the entrance of the hotel. I looked up in a daze as lights started flashing in my face.

“Crown Prince Van Romerius, who is your companion?”

“Xavier, are you now engaged?”

“Prince, does your mother know you are dating a commoner?”

“Xavier, what are your intentions with this lady?”

The men kept shouting and flashing bright lights at us and I clung into Xavier’s arm as tightly as I could.

“What’s going on?” I whispered into his ear.

He looked back at me and frowned as I stumbled alongside him. Before I knew what was happening he’d grabbed me up into his arms and hurried into the hotel, muttering something under his breath.

“What’s going on?” I giggled as he carried me into the bedroom and placed me down on the ground.

“Did you not see the photographers, Lola?” He stood there staring at me with narrowed eyes.

“I see you in front of me.” I reached out to grab his shirt. “But I only see you.” I touched his chest and ran my fingers all the way to his waist. “I see a very hot you, but no photographers.”

“Lola, I think it’s time for you to go to bed.”

“You want to take me to bed?” I wiggled an eyebrow at him and then sighed as he took a step away from me.

“Don’t try and seduce me,” I giggled as I attempted to pull my shirt off.

“Dios mio, Lola.” Xavier sighed as he sat on the bed and stared at me. “You’re really drunk.”

“That’s not French,” I stumbled as I pointed at him.

“Do you need help?” His face was serious as he walked over to me.

“Help with what?”

“Undressing.”

“You just want me to take my clothes off.”

“I don’t seduce drunk women.” He frowned and grabbed my hands. “Come, let me help you.”

“I don’t need your help.” I pouted childishly and pushed him away. “Who were all those people taking my photo?”

“Your photo?” He cocked his head and smiled.

“Yes, there was like a hundred different men calling at me.” My hands flew to my forehead. “All those lights.”

“They were paparazzi,” Xavier frowned. “I have no idea how they know we are here.”

“I have no idea why the paparazzi are interested in me.” I shook my head and sat on the bed. “I’m not famous or anything.”

“They were there for me, Lola.” Xavier made a face and I frowned.

“Oh?”

“I’m a prince, remember? I’m one of the most eligible bachelor princes in Europe.”

“Oh, yeah.” I made a face. “I almost forgot.” I lay back on the bed. “I just remembered that you were an inappropriate professor. I forgot you were an inappropriate prince as well.” I started laughing then. “I can’t believe you’re a prince.” I looked up at him and laughed.

“Why’s that?” He had a half smile on his face.

“You’re such as ass.” I laughed. “You have no people skills.”

“And you have so many, don’t you Lola?” He gave me a pointed look.

“Yes, I do.” I rolled over on my side and closed my eyes. “I’m a people person.”

“Hold on, sleepy. Let’s get you in your PJs.”

“You just want to touch me.” I mumbled sleepily as he pulled my top off.

“If that makes you feel better.” He reached for my pants and unzipped them.

“You just want to make love to me.” I mumbled as he pulled my pants down.

“Then you’re lucky you’re drunk.” His voice was serious.

“Hmm, your fingers feel soft.” I sighed as I felt his fingertips on my legs.

“Lola.” He groaned.

“Kiss me.” I moaned, my eyes closed. I was imagining myself entwined in his arms. “I want to feel you.”

“Where are your PJs, Lola?” He pulled away from me and I sighed.

“I’m cold. Touch me.”

“Lola, you’re sleeping. I guess they must be in your suitcase.”

“No, don’t go in.” I groaned thinking of the thongs.

“You can’t sleep in your underwear.” His voice was silky. “I’m not sure I can keep my hands off of you if you just have your underwear on.”

“It’s fine.” I mumbled, feeling myself start to drift off.

“I’ll let you sleep in my shirt.”

“Hmm.” I opened my eyes and saw him taking his shirt off, but I wasn’t able to keep them open for more than a few seconds.

“Put this on.” He pulled me up and put my arms into his shirt. I sighed contentedly and snuggled back into the bed and fell asleep.

I felt snug as a bug as I awoke. I was warm and fuzzy and I stretched languorously until I hit my hands hit something warm. I froze as I opened my eyes slowly. Oh God, Lola, what did you do? I tried to recall the previous evening, but all I could remember were the five courses we’d eaten and the copious amounts of wine.

I stared at Xavier’s sleeping face and his naked chest for a few seconds before checking to see what I was wearing. I looked down and saw that I was in his shirt, but I only sighed in relief when I felt my bra and panties on underneath. Phew.

“I could have taken them off if you’d wanted me to.” Xavier’s voice made me jump and I looked over at him with a flush.

“I didn’t want,” I snapped.

“I’m guessing drunk, happy Lola is gone?” He smiled at me as he stretched, and I tried not to stare at his pecs.

“I wasn’t drunk.” I pulled the sheet up to my waist and he laughed.

“Whatever you say.” His fingers reached over to me and ran down my cheek. “You look very beautiful in the morning.”

“Thank you,” I swallowed hard at stared at his face. His morning stubble was sexy as hell and his hair was unruly. I wanted to reach over and pat it down, but I didn’t.

“I could really kiss those juicy lips of yours right now.” He moved closer to me, and I found myself staring straight into his bright green irises.

“Please don’t,” I whispered as his lips crushed down on mine. He tasted warm and sweet and I melted against him. His fingers ran through my hair and I wrapped my arms around his waist. His tongue entered my mouth and I sucked it eagerly. All thoughts of him being an ass and this being an inappropriate moment fled my mind. When Xavier kissed me I felt like I was soaring in the air. There was no dislike or care about his superior attitude. All I felt was warmth and lust burning through to my soul. I needed to consume and be consumed by this man. I wanted to taste every inch of him. I wanted to feel every particle of skin. I wanted him to touch me all over until the shivering of my body erupted in a sea of emotion and pleasure.

I ran my fingers down his back and he groaned and pushed me back and rolled over on top of me. “You taste so sweet in the morning,” he growled against my lips.

“I didn’t brush my teeth yet.” I tried to pull back, but he was having none of it.

“Your skin is so sweet and silky. I want to taste you.” His lips fled to my neck.

I lay back and ran my fingers through his silky locks, enjoying the way he groaned against my neck as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

“What are you doing to me?” He kissed further down my neck and undid the first few buttons on his shirt before kissing the valley between my breasts. “You taste like warm sunshine and sex.” He grunted as his fingers ripped apart more buttons until the shirt was gaping open.

“I’ve never tasted something so sweet.”

“What about chocolate?” I smiled at him and he looked at me with a bright light in his eyes.

“Chocolate pales in comparison,” he licked my belly button and then kissed back up my stomach. I sat forward as his fingers reached behind my back and undid my bra. He pulled off the shirt and then threw my bra to the floor. His lips immediately fell to my breast and he took my nipple in his mouth gingerly and sucked hard. I cried out as a dart of pure pleasure ran through me.

“Oh,” I cried out as his fingers pinched my other nipple.

His mouth swapped places with his fingers and he started to gently suck on my other nipple. My brain felt hazy and all I could think about was the pleasure swelling in my stomach. I ran my fingers down his back and he bit down on my nipple and tugged.

“Oh,” I cried out and my nails dug into his skin deeper.

“There’s nothing like morning sex,” he whispered against my skin, and I knew I should pull away from him, but I couldn’t resist his touch. His lips left my skin tingling and my whole body was on fire. I was scorching inside and out and only he could put out the flames. “I wanted to take your panties off so badly last night,” he groaned as he kissed down to the tops of my panties.

“Then why didn’t you?”

“I didn’t want you to think I was taking advantage of you. I wanted our love making to be one-hundred percent consensual.” His teeth bit into my panties and he tugged. “And I wanted to make sure you remembered every second of it.”

“Is it only going to last seconds?” I looked down at him and then held my breath.

“What do you think?”

“I think that it might last minutes.” I stared at him and grinned.

“I’ll give you minutes.” He growled and pulled my panties all the way down.

“What are you doing?” I moaned as I felt his lips kissing up my thighs.

“I’m going to make you wish you never played with me.”

“I didn’t play with you.” I gasped as his lips moved to my core. I felt his tongue run down the length of me and then he sucked down on my clit. “Ooh!” I cried out as his tongued licked the folds of my pussy. “Xavier,” I groaned as his tongue dipped inside of me and licked my clit again.

“I told you that I’m not going to stop until I’m sure you’re going to remember every second of being with me.”

“Please,” I groaned as he sucked on my clit again. I ran my fingers to his back and closed my eyes. I spread my legs wider hoping his tongue would enter me again.

Knock, knock.

“Room service,” a man called out.

“Argh,” Xavier looked up with an annoyed expression, and I sighed. His tongue had felt marvelous against me.

“Room service.” The man knocked on the door again.

“I’m coming.” Xavier called out and then grinned at me. He once again buried his face in my pussy and sucked on my clit. My fingers grabbed the sheets and I closed my eyes. The feeling was so heady and wonderful.

Then we heard the door open; it happened so fast that neither one of us was able to react quickly enough.

“Where would sir like the tray?” The man walked into the room with a tray and gaped at us. I blushed as I realized the sight we made. Me naked on the bed with Xavier’s head between my legs.

“What are you doing?” Xavier jumped up angrily and I grabbed the sheet over my body.

“You said come in.” The man stared at us with wide eyes.

“I said I’m coming.” Xavier’s voice rose and he glared at the man. “Get out.”

“Yes, sir.” The room service attendant stuttered and gave me one last glance before retreating.

“I’m sorry about that.” Xavier walked back to the bed. “I’m sorry we were interrupted.”

“That’s okay.” I stared at him with a bright red face. “Maybe we should just get ready.”

“What?” He frowned.

“This was a mistake. Let’s just shower and head out.” I avoided his stare. I wasn’t sure why I had changed my mind. Maybe it was seeing he look of shock on the attendant’s face. Maybe it was because I knew I was starting to fall for Xavier and I knew casual sex wasn’t something I could do without starting to grow attached.

“I want to make love to you, Lola.” His arms pulled me towards him and I swallowed hard and the look of unbridled lust in his eyes.

“Not now.” I shook my head and rushed into the shower. I could feel his eyes on my back and I knew that he was frustrated. Part of me wanted to run back to him because I was frustrated as well, but I knew that I couldn’t just give in to him.

“That was my brother on the phone.” Xavier stared at me with an angry expression as I walked out of the bathroom in a pair of shorts and t-shirt.

“Sebastian?” I ignored his anger as I wasn’t sure if he was still upset I’d changed my mind. I knew all it would take was one kiss and touch and I’d be back in his bed.

“Who else?” he snapped.

“I don’t know if you have another brother.” I turned away from him.

“We’re in the papers.”

“Huh?” I turned back around and frowned. “What papers?”

“We’re front page news in all the tabloids.” He sighed. “Remember all the paparazzi last night?”

“I guess.” I shrugged. “What did they say?”

“They said the playboy prince has found a new love,” he spat out.

“Oh, my.” I made a face at him.

“One says, ‘weekend tryst for the playboy Prince of Europe.’”

“But this isn’t a tryst,” I cried out, ignoring the fact that we had nearly made love again. “We came for a class project.”

“They don’t know that.” He frowned.

“We should tell them.”

“How do we explain the fact that we’re staying in the same room? How do we explain that the room service came in as I was pleasuring you?”

“Oh,” I bit my lower lip. “We’re screwed.”

“I can’t have another scandal like this,” he sighed. “My parents are not happy. They think I’m shining a bad light on Romerius.”

“I guess that’s what happens when you’re a man whore.” I shrugged.

“We’ll have to pretend we’re dating.”

“What?” I exclaimed. “No way.”

“It’s the only way we both come out unscathed!” He stood up and walked to the window and pulled the curtain to the side. “There must be at least thirty paparazzi out there waiting for us.”

“Oh my gosh.” I sat on the edge of the bed. “I don’t believe this.”

“We’ll go to Romerius tomorrow.”

“What?” My jaw dropped. “We have to go back to London! We have class on Monday.”

“My mother is insistent. This is an international incident. We have to go to show my parents and the country that we are in a relationship.”

“But we are not in a relationship.”

“I need you to give me a week.” He looked at me. “One week and then we can break up. Doesn’t that sound fair to you?”

“No, it doesn’t!” I jumped up. “Are you out of your mind?”

“Would you rather be known as the American floozie who went to Paris with her professor for a weekend of hot sex?” He paused and then smiled, a small evil smile. “Or would you rather be known as the American that went on a romantic trip with her boyfriend and went to meet his family?”

“I’d rather not be known at all.” I made a face and then groaned. “How did this happen?”

“You got drunk and held onto my arm last night. Then this morning we started kissing because we could no longer resist our passion and ...”

“I don’t need an explanation as to what happened.” I jumped up and pointed at him. “This is all your fault.” I groaned. “And what does Sebastian think?” I buried my face in my hands. “He must think I’m a tart.”

“Why do you care what he thinks?” He stepped towards me and frowned. “Do you wish you were with him?”

“Of course not.” I looked away from him. “Though he is preferable to you.”

“Really?” He grabbed my arms and pulled me towards him. “Shall I show you how much pleasure I can give you?” His lips pressed against mine as his hands circled my waist. “Do I need to have you screaming my name for you to know what I can do to you?”

“Xavier.” I breathed out slowly. “Don’t.” I groaned as his fingers ran along my ass. “This isn’t the time.”

“Then when is the time?”

“I just want to ...” He cut me off by pushing his tongue into my mouth. I sucked on his tongue instinctively. I couldn’t get enough of his taste. I wanted to feel him inside of me, but he was such an ass that part of me felt like I’d be letting him win if I made love to him again. I pulled away then and started laughing.

“What’s so funny?” He looked down at me with narrowed eyes.

“You.” I pointed at him. “Most women dream of meeting their Prince Charming and you’re an actual prince, but there isn’t a charming bone in your body.”

“You don’t think I’m charming?” He cocked his head and ran his finger down my cheek.

“You heard me correctly.” I stared back at him, not backing down. “No one could ever call you charming.”

“I’ll have to fix that then.” He raised an eyebrow at me. “I can’t have you coming to Romerius thinking and acting like you think I’m an ass.”

“Uh huh.” I laughed. “Maybe it’s not such a good idea for us to go, is it?”

“We’re going.” The smile left his face. “You have no choice.”

“But class!”

“I’ll assign a museum assignment for next week.” He shrugged. “The students will be happy to step away from the theoretical.”

“But Anna will ...”

“What about her? I’m sure she will be excited for you. She seems the sort that would be happy to join me for a week.” He shrugged. “I’m sure she’d be packed already.”

“Whatever.” I tried not to grin. He knew Anna well. She wouldn’t hesitate twice, if she was in my shoes.

“She can come over next weekend with Sebastian, if you want.”

“I don’t want to go myself.” I frowned.

“Well, the offer is on the table if you want her to come.”

“I thought this was for one week?”

“It will be.” He nodded. “You can leave at the end of the weekend with Anna, in a heat of rage. I’ll have to leave the class, of course, but that’s a small price to pay to save your reputation.”

“Save my reputation? What about your reputation?” I gasped indignantly.

“I’ll get over it.” He laughed. “Trust me.”

“I’m sure you will.”

“Just like I’ll get over you.” His words were soft, and I looked up at him with a frown.

“Excuse me?”

“For what?”

“What did you just say?”

“I said, are you ready to visit Monet’s gardens?” He turned away from me. “I’ll think you’ll like seeing the lily ponds in person. It adds a whole new dimension to the paintings.”

“That’s not what you said.” I sighed. Why did he need to get over me? What was going on here? What was his problem?

“Don’t be difficult, Lola.”

“What?” My voice rose. “I know you’re not calling me difficult.”

“Would you rather me call you easy?” His voice dropped and we had a stare off.

“Let’s go.” I grabbed a cardigan from my bag.

“Want to get breakfast first?”

“I am human.” I rolled my eyes. “I need food to survive,” I paused and held my hand up, “but wait, don’t tell me. Your supermodel girlfriends eat air for breakfast.” My face grew red as I continued talking. I could see the smirk on his face, but I couldn’t stop myself. “Wait, don’t tell me. Air for breakfast and a side helping of a celery if they get hungry.”

“They don’t get hungry,” he answered with a wide smile.

“Of course they don’t,” I rolled my eyes. “Unfortunately for you, I’m not a supermodel. I’d like bacon, eggs, tomatoes, mushrooms and a baguette please.”

“And some pastries, no?” He grinned at me.

“Yup, chocolate croissants and coffee. And I have milk and three sugars in my coffee.”

“Only three?” He tilted his head and I glared at him.

“Fine, more like five.” I responded and he burst out laughing.

“Come, Lola. I think we’ll have a great day.”

“Even with the paparazzi following us?” I made a face.

“You’ll soon forget them in the beauty of the day.” He smiled gently and took my arm. “Wait until you see the gardens, you’ll feel like you’ve been transported back in time. You’ll feel like you’re standing next to Monet himself.”

“It sounds magical.” I couldn’t keep the excitement out if my voice.

“It will be.” He held my hands and his face turned serious. “Thank you for being so good about this. I want to apologize for turning your world upside down like this. Most people would not have been able to handle it.”

“It’s okay, you can’t help being a prince,” I shrugged. He laughed so hard that I could see tears in his eyes.

“You’re so refreshing, Lola. Most women love that the most about me.”

“Are you full?” Xavier gave me a small smile as I finished eating my chocolate croissant.

“Yes, or should I say, oui.” I licked my lips and then took a sip of my coffee.

“I’m excited to show you the gardens.”

“I’m excited to see them. I had no idea we were going to come on a class trip here.”

“Okay, I think I need to let you in on a little something.”

“Oh?”

“There will be no class trip to Giverny.”

“What?” I frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I told you a little porky pie.” He placed some money on the table and stood up. “After I saw how excited you were about Monet’s water lily painting, I knew I had to bring you here.”

“You lied to me.” I could hear the shock in my voice.

“I wanted you to see the pond and bridge in person.” He looked at me intently. “I thought you’d appreciate seeing exactly what Claude saw when he painted.”

“I don’t know what to say.” My heart thudded at his words. “That was so thoughtful of you, yet I don’t know why you lied.”

“Would you have come if I had told you I wanted to take you somewhere personally?”

“Maybe not.” I made a face.

“Exactly,” he shrugged. “I know that it has been slightly awkward between us, so I wanted to show you that I can be a thoughtful man.”

“Or you just wanted to seduce me.”

“You booked the rooms, Lola. Did you want to seduce me?”

“No.” I blushed. “That was a mistake.”

“I like mistakes.” He smiled gently. “But now let us go look in the gardens.” He pointed ahead of us and I saw a man waiting with an expensive looking car.

“You got a car?”

“Normally Max drives me around, but ...” He stopped talking and shrugged. “Now I have a chauffeur.”

“You didn’t need to do that.”

“Oh, but I did.” He nodded to the right and I followed his movement. “The paparazzi will be waiting for us all day and night. This will make it easier for us.”

“It’s crazy how they hound you.”

“It comes with my position.”

“It must be nice, being the playboy prince of Europe.”

“It has its advantages and disadvantages.” He shrugged. “It is what it is.”

“It is what it is,” I mumbled under my breath and made a face behind him. He was always so blasé about everything.

“Where is everyone else?” I looked around as we got to the gardens.

“It will just be us today.” He walked ahead of me. “I wanted you to enjoy and explore and feel like you can be one with nature.”

“That was very thoughtful of you.” I looked around me, and my breath caught in my throat as I saw how beautiful our surroundings were. I’d never seen so many different shades of green in one place before. The grass and the trees all seemed to be positively thriving in the setting and the flowers were all so bright and beautiful. I half expected to see some animals dancing on the grass and having a picnic. As soon as I saw the pond, I started running. It looked just as I remembered it from Monet’s paintings. It was magnificent. I ran hard and fast, and I felt my hair flapping against my back. The sun warmed my face and I gazed at the pond and green bridge in awe. There were purple flowers hanging overhead, and I just stared at the picture in front of me, my eyes taking in every color and flower.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Xavier’s voice whispered into my ear as he stood next to me.

“It’s just like the paintings. He captured the essence so brilliantly.” I nodded, not looking away. “Look at the lily pads.” I pointed into the pond. “It feels almost magical being here after seeing the photos so many times.”

“Being with you feels magical.” His arm slid around my waist and we just stood there taking it all in.

“Thank you for bringing me here, even if it was due to a lie.” I smiled up at him. “This is really wonderful. And I’m sorry about the paparazzi. I’m sorry they got the wrong impression of us.”

“Don’t be sorry.” He grabbed my face and tilted it up to look at him. “Everything happens for a reason.” He leaned down and kissed me hard and I kissed him back. I lifted my arms up as he pulled my t-shirt off and then we fell to the ground. He undid my bra and I grabbed the front of his shirt.

“I’m going to make love to you in the fields.” He groaned as he kissed down my neck. “Are you okay with that?”

“I don’t have any ...” I gasped as his teeth bit down on my nipple.

“I have protection.” He grinned at me as he looked up and switched over to the other nipple. He bit down again and I cried out. His lips moved quickly to my shorts and he pulled them down swiftly. I felt the cool breeze against my naked skin and shivered. “I’ll keep you warm, Lola.” Xavier sat up and pulled his shirt off and then his pants. I stared at his manhood, hard and bulging and then reached out and grabbed him.

“I’m looking forward to you keeping me warm.” I laughed as he groaned and pushed me back down on the grass. His face immediately fell between my legs and his tongue explored my folds while he lips sucked on my clit. I felt my wetness against his face and I squirmed beneath him.

“What are you doing?” I moaned as he lifted my legs up and his tongue slid from my clit down to my other hole.

“Relax.” He groaned as he licked my anus. I felt the tip of his tongue enter me slightly and I bucked against his face in shock. “Close your eyes and relax.” He chuckled, still holding my legs up as he tongue moved back to my clit. I groaned as his tongue entered me and moved back and forth inside of me. I felt my orgasm come hard and fast and he licked me up eagerly as I came.

“Get on your knees,” he groaned and pulled me up. He then pushed my arms forward so that my ass was up in the air. I felt him up against me and the tip of his cock was at my entry. “Have you ever done anal?” He moved his cock up and my body stilled.

“No.” My voice was shocked and I reached behind me to push him away.

“Don’t worry,” he laughed. “All my lessons don’t come in one day.” He moved his cock back down and slowly entered me. “Oh fuck, you feel good.” He groaned as he entered me. I fell forward slightly as he started moving faster and faster. “You’re so wet, Lola. You’ve been dying for me to fill you up since this morning, haven’t you?”

I moaned as I felt his cock inside of me, hard and deep. This time wasn’t for my pleasure. This time was for him. I could feel it with every thrust and the way his hands gripped my hips. Xavier was ready to come, and even though he was rougher than before, I loved it. I closed my eyes and gripped the grass beneath me as he fucked me senseless.

“Oh shit,” he groaned. “I’m going to come.” He pulled my butt back into him hard and I felt his whole body trembling against me as he erupted inside of me. He pulled out after a few seconds and I watched as he flung the semen-filled condom on the ground.

We lay back in the grass, naked and hot under the midday sun. My body was still trembling from our passionate lovemaking, and I stared at him as he played with the grass.

“That was fun, wasn’t it?” he asked softly, his expression impenetrable.

“It was definitely an experience.” I nodded, unsure of what to say.

“I want to give you more experiences like this. I want to take you on journeys that you’ve never been on before. I want to learn the landscape of your body inch by inch, so that I could paint you from memory.” He leaned down and kissed my breasts softly.

“Do you think that Monet ever made love out here?” I wrapped my arms around his neck and closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of being wanted.

“I don’t know, but if he didn’t, he sure missed out.” Xavier’s voice was hoarse and I opened my eyes and looked down at him. He was staring at me with such a strange expression that I didn’t know what to think. “Let’s get our clothes on,” he pulled me up off of the ground. “We should leave now.”

“I was having fun.” I sighed, sad that we were leaving already.

“We shouldn’t allow this to become more than it is.” He spoke to me, but I felt like he was really talking to himself.

“I thought Paris was the other way?” I frowned as I stared out of the window and looked at the green fields as we drove past them in the back of the Bentley Xavier had conjured up out of thin air.

“We’re going to the airport.”

“Why?”

“We’re flying to Romerius.” He shrugged.

“Oh. I didn’t know. I could have booked the flights.”

“The royal plane will take us.”

“You have your own plane?”

“Doesn’t every royal family?” His eyes were light with mischief. “Try not to be overwhelmed.”

“That’s not going to be easy.”

“Try not to look too eager, either. That will turn my parents off.”

“Look too eager?” I repeated confused.

“Don’t look too impressed,” he said slowly. “Don’t look like you want to go and pawn the silver and the gold.”

“Pawn the silver!” My jaw dropped and my eyes narrowed. “How dare you?”

“I’m not saying you will,” he paused and looked over at me, “but if you do get that idea, try and hide it.”

“You’re such a jerk.” I shook my head. “I couldn’t care less about a couple pieces of silver cutlery.” I shifted my body away from him and frowned. He was such a jerk. He always knew how to get my back up, just as I thought we were getting along.

I took a couple of deep breaths to stop myself from starting an argument and looked out the window. The French countryside was lush and green, and we passed field after field of beautiful flowers. I tried to tell myself that the trip was going to be fine, though a part of me had no idea what I was doing. A part of me was scared that I was making the biggest mistake of my life. If I was honest with myself, I knew that I was falling for Xavier. How could I not? He was handsome, sexy, and he was interested in me. Plain old me. I was a nobody, yet he seemed to have some attraction to me. It felt wrong and it felt crazy, but ultimately it felt amazing. Being with Xavier set my heart on fire. He made me feel like I was a sexy hot woman, and aside from some of his comments, I loved the power that I felt inside of me when I was with him.

The sky was a gorgeous hue of orange as we landed in Romerius. I stared out of the window eagerly, wanting to see everything I could of his country as early as I could. From what I could tell, it was pretty small and it was very green.

“What’s the capital of Romerius?” I turned to look at Xavier, who was reading a newspaper.

“Atlantis.” He looked up at me.

“Oh, wow.” I was taken aback by the expression in his green eyes.

“Not that exciting, is it?” His eyes crinkled and he smiled, the serious expression gone.

“No, just unexpected.”

“We’ll likely be put up in the same room,” he started, and I interrupted him.

“That’s terribly progressive of your parents, isn’t it?” I frowned. “I don’t know that many families would allow two non-wed people to share a room.”

“We’re a couple, aren’t we?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, but still ...” I paused as I stared at the front of his paper. I grabbed it from his hands and I could feel my face turning white. “What’s this?” My voice rose as I read an article announcing our engagement. “We’re not engaged.”

“Keep your voice down, Lola.” He frowned at me, his eyes narrowed.

“What’s going on here?” I could feel my heart beating from a million miles away. “Why does the newspaper say we’re engaged?”

“For this week, we are.” He shrugged and reached down to his suitcase.

“But we’re not engaged.” I exclaimed again, unable to get over my shock.

“This week you are mine, Lola.” He reached forward and grabbed my hands. “You will do as I say and please.”

“Are you crazy?” I shook my head. “You can’t make me do anything.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, my dear.” His lips curled up and his face moved closer to mine. “I can do whatever I want. We’re in my country now.”

“What are you going to do?” I whispered against his lips, my throat dry and my heart beating fast.”

“Whatever I want.” His eyes glittered like gems before he kissed me, hard, and I melted against him, running my hands through his hair as he sucked on my tongue. The plane came to a stop, but he continued to kiss me hard and fast. My heart was racing and I was starting to feel giddy inside. A part of me was flying high inside. Maybe he really did like me? Maybe he really was my Prince Charming. I didn’t know what was going to end up happening.

“What do you want?” I pulled away from him and looked into his eyes, searching for an answer. I held my breath as I waited for him to respond. I was hoping that he was going to say something romantic, something sweet, something that would let me know it was okay that I was falling in love with him.

“I want to possess your body. I want to own you. I want every inch of you to want every inch of me.” His voice was soft and precise as he looked at me with intense eyes and ran a finger down my neck. “And then, that will be enough. I will have had my fill of you. Then you can leave, my dear Lola. I will have had enough of you then.”

His View

Her eyes showed her hurt and shock at my words. I also knew she was in awe. She knew my power now. I wasn’t somebody to be toyed with. Whether she was doing it on purpose or not, she had injected herself into my body like a virus. I knew that the only way for me to rid myself of her was to consume her, to take so much of her into me that I no longer craved her. Even now, with my fingers on her soft skin, I wanted more. I needed more. I felt feverish touching her. I needed to have my fill of her. Then everything would be fine in my world again. I’d enjoyed my life before. The power, the women, the ability to do what I wanted, when I wanted. I didn’t want to think about her. I had to have her and then leave her. I ignored the tingle inside of me as I looked down at the newspaper. Lola was my fiancée for a week. I smiled to myself at the thought. She was my fiancée to do what I wanted with. I was going to enjoy every second of making her mine. I ignored the warning bells that went off in my head. The game I was playing was starting to feel dangerously real, and I couldn’t help but wonder if this was the beginning of the end or the beginning of ever after.

The End

Lola and Xavier’s story will continue in the second and last book, Taming My Prince Charming.

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