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Authors: Nicole Snow
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arms. Love at first sight. Those fucking jackals in the press will be so busy dogging their new Cinderella, they won't look at me when I'm balls deep in my next mistress, doing what I do best.”
I'm not going to call him insane for the hundredth time. Doesn't change the fact that he is.
“Can I go? I need time to think about this.”
“Of course. Take the whole day. My valet, Victor, will help you find your room and unwind. It's not quite as nice as mine up here, but it's still a damned good view.”
I stand up, making sure I'm able to walk without having a relapse into unconsciousness. Thankfully, I can. Once I'm steady on my legs, I beat it, running back inside his castle penthouse and heading for the gold trim door as fast as my heels will carry me.
I'm supposed to be rushing home to comfort dad.
Instead, I might be taking the biggest risk ever, one I couldn't have imagined just a few hours ago. Whatever it takes to save him.
There's a sickly feeling in the pit of my stomach as the tall, older man in the neat suit takes me several rooms down the long hallway.
I can't avoid what's coming next. I'm going to have to sit down and think.
Think hard and serious about staying in this crazy place, with Prince Asshole, a lot longer than I'd ever imagined.
* * *
I 'm dialing the number I've been given to reach my dad. The long table in my ridiculously oversized dining room looks like something from a mafia film.
Sitting at the edge, I rest my hands on the tabloids I've asked for. Reams upon reams of them, every issue about Prince Silas Bearington and his disgusting, unbelievable, sexist antics.
Prince Scandal. Prince Hung. The Prince I'm about to marry, if I stomach going through with this.
“It's me. How're you feeling?” I say over the line, as soon as I hear him grunt a hello.
“Better. Whatever they've got here to take the edge off the pain, it's better than the crap on that damned island.” Dad pauses. “Always wanted to vacation Mexico, you know. Just didn't think it'd happen like this.”
“You're in good hands,” I tell him, unsure if I really believe it.
“Yeah, I am. They've got a lot of high tech stuff here. It's a classy place. The doctors talk like they know exactly what they're doing. Remember that story I did a few years back about the rich and powerful going abroad for special treatments? Really hits home now.”
I smile. It's the first time I've heard him talk about work since the nightmare started.
“I remember, dad. Maybe you'll do a follow-up when all this is over.”
“Maybe.” He doesn't say it very enthusiastically.
Still, it's more than enough to make me beam, the very idea that he's thinking about something besides death and early retirement.
“Turns out I got more than the scoop I came to Saint Moore for,” he says quietly. “The Prince is pretty decent after all. I regret hammering him before I had my fit.”
Ugh. This isn't what I'd expected to hear.
He doesn't have a clue how wrong he is. If he knew anything about the crude, calculating proposal Prince Asshole just dropped in my lap, he'd know decent ought to be last on the list of words to describe him.
I don't have the heart to say anything about it. Besides dad thinking I'd gone crazy myself, I'd risk ruining his brightening spirits, and that could easily be deadly.
“So, you're happy with your care so far? I know it was all kind of sudden.”
“Right. You'll see for yourself when you show up here. Or are you still planning on jetting back to LA? It'd be nice to have somebody checking in on the condo besides Wilson across the hall.”
Shit. I haven't begun to think about how I'm going to tell him I'm not coming back to North America anytime soon if I sign onto this ludicrous proposal.
“I think I'm going to be staying here on the island just a little while longer,” I say cautiously, wracking my brain.
“Huh? Whoa, honey, wait a minute...I see what's going on here.”
Does he? I hold my breath,
I'm not going to call him insane for the hundredth time. Doesn't change the fact that he is.
“Can I go? I need time to think about this.”
“Of course. Take the whole day. My valet, Victor, will help you find your room and unwind. It's not quite as nice as mine up here, but it's still a damned good view.”
I stand up, making sure I'm able to walk without having a relapse into unconsciousness. Thankfully, I can. Once I'm steady on my legs, I beat it, running back inside his castle penthouse and heading for the gold trim door as fast as my heels will carry me.
I'm supposed to be rushing home to comfort dad.
Instead, I might be taking the biggest risk ever, one I couldn't have imagined just a few hours ago. Whatever it takes to save him.
There's a sickly feeling in the pit of my stomach as the tall, older man in the neat suit takes me several rooms down the long hallway.
I can't avoid what's coming next. I'm going to have to sit down and think.
Think hard and serious about staying in this crazy place, with Prince Asshole, a lot longer than I'd ever imagined.
* * *
I 'm dialing the number I've been given to reach my dad. The long table in my ridiculously oversized dining room looks like something from a mafia film.
Sitting at the edge, I rest my hands on the tabloids I've asked for. Reams upon reams of them, every issue about Prince Silas Bearington and his disgusting, unbelievable, sexist antics.
Prince Scandal. Prince Hung. The Prince I'm about to marry, if I stomach going through with this.
“It's me. How're you feeling?” I say over the line, as soon as I hear him grunt a hello.
“Better. Whatever they've got here to take the edge off the pain, it's better than the crap on that damned island.” Dad pauses. “Always wanted to vacation Mexico, you know. Just didn't think it'd happen like this.”
“You're in good hands,” I tell him, unsure if I really believe it.
“Yeah, I am. They've got a lot of high tech stuff here. It's a classy place. The doctors talk like they know exactly what they're doing. Remember that story I did a few years back about the rich and powerful going abroad for special treatments? Really hits home now.”
I smile. It's the first time I've heard him talk about work since the nightmare started.
“I remember, dad. Maybe you'll do a follow-up when all this is over.”
“Maybe.” He doesn't say it very enthusiastically.
Still, it's more than enough to make me beam, the very idea that he's thinking about something besides death and early retirement.
“Turns out I got more than the scoop I came to Saint Moore for,” he says quietly. “The Prince is pretty decent after all. I regret hammering him before I had my fit.”
Ugh. This isn't what I'd expected to hear.
He doesn't have a clue how wrong he is. If he knew anything about the crude, calculating proposal Prince Asshole just dropped in my lap, he'd know decent ought to be last on the list of words to describe him.
I don't have the heart to say anything about it. Besides dad thinking I'd gone crazy myself, I'd risk ruining his brightening spirits, and that could easily be deadly.
“So, you're happy with your care so far? I know it was all kind of sudden.”
“Right. You'll see for yourself when you show up here. Or are you still planning on jetting back to LA? It'd be nice to have somebody checking in on the condo besides Wilson across the hall.”
Shit. I haven't begun to think about how I'm going to tell him I'm not coming back to North America anytime soon if I sign onto this ludicrous proposal.
“I think I'm going to be staying here on the island just a little while longer,” I say cautiously, wracking my brain.
“Huh? Whoa, honey, wait a minute...I see what's going on here.”
Does he? I hold my breath,
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