The Proposal Problem: A Billionaire Royal Hangover Romance

by Natalie Knight

  “Really? You’re going to just dive right in, huh? Not even going to ask me in advance this time?” I tease her.

  “Would you like to join me at my table?” She ignores my joke.

  “That depends.” I lean back in my seat and smile. “Are you also alone here tonight?”

  My heart drums in my chest as I anxiously wait for her response.

  “I’m here with someone…” She pauses. “It’s my sister.”

  “You are wild, just loving keeping me in suspense,” I tell her, chuckling. “I’d love to join you.”

  “Great.” She bites her bottom lip again, and fuck, she’s the fucking sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.

  “Well, what are you waiting for?” She taunts me with her fiery gorgeous eyes.

  “I’m ready as I’ll ever be.” I grin, captivated by her sultry demeanor.

  As we make our way towards where her table is, I think, Fuck, I might be in trouble with this one.

  5

  Chloe

  When we plow our way through the people and finally reach our table, I notice right away that Ethan is already sitting beside Cassie at the table, hand in hand while Cassie brushes herself up against him.

  “Hi,” I shout through the noise of the bar.

  Cassie glances up at me with a look of perplexity. I watch with amusement as the emotion spreads across her face.

  “You have a twin?” the hot guy asks and points to Cassie.

  “Um, yes.” I nod. “Sorry, it didn’t come up in our earlier conversation.”

  I turn back to the people at the table I already know well. “This is Ethan and Cassie. Guys…” I turn back to the mysterious man and realize that I don’t even know his name myself yet.

  Oops…

  I awkwardly extend a hand to officially and formally greet him.

  Finally.

  “I’m Chloe. It’s nice to meet you.”

  He laughs and flashes one of his attractive and oh so fucking sexy smiles. “Nice to meet you, Chloe. I’m Aaron Bennett.”

  Cassie interrupts us. “Hold on a second.” She points at us and grins.

  “Chloe, did you really just bring a stranger to our table without even knowing his name yet?”

  “Well, I was gonna ask!” I exclaim.

  “When? Next week?”

  Ethan laughs at Cassie’s unfunny joke.

  “No,” I say defensively. “Actually, he bought our first round of drinks,” I say with smug satisfaction.

  So, fuck off, is what I really want to say to my sister.

  Cassie beams at Aaron. “Well, in that case, welcome to the table. You’re officially our friend now.”

  Everyone laughs lightheartedly as Aaron and I shove into the booth opposite of Cassie and Ethan.

  “Oh yeah.” I slide Cassie’s mojito across the table. “Here is your drink.”

  “Thanks again.” Cassie winks at Aaron as she holds up her glass before taking a sip through the black straw.

  “You’re welcome.” Aaron chuckles. “I’m happy to do it.”

  Cassie turns to engage her boyfriend in some mindless chatter that I couldn’t fucking care less about.

  I grin at Aaron. “You’re old news now,” I tease.

  “Not to you, I hope,” he says with a smile.

  “So far, so good.” I grin.

  He pretends to wipe the fake sweat off his eyebrow and blows out a puff of air, being playful, which makes me giggle.

  “So, what line of work is Chloe…?”

  “Colburn. Chloe Colburn.” I nod my head in response.

  “Right.” He gives me thumbs up. “So, what do you do for a living?”

  I lean against the back of the booth and take another sip of my cosmopolitan. It’s fucking delicious.

  “I’m a writer.” I stare at him.

  “Really?” His eyes widen with a recognition that I don’t understand.

  “Yep,” I giggle. “Why, does that surprise you or something?”

  “No…” He trails off and shakes his head.

  “I write for a magazine,” I add.

  “Well, you will never be able to believe this but…” he trails off and smiles. “I used to want to be a writer, too.”

  “No shit!” I slap his knee under the table, forgetting that he’s still relatively new in my life and I probably shouldn’t do outlandish things like that to spook him.

  “Sorry.” I cringe and retract my hand.

  “It’s okay.” He chuckles and a glimmer sparks in his eyes. “It seems as if the universe wants us to meet tonight.”

  “You mean because we’re both into writing?” I ask him teasingly.

  “Maybe.” He shrugs. Fuck, he’s adorable.

  He has dark hair and is cleanly shaven, which I love to see on a man. I’m not a fan of the way facial scruff or fur tickles me, especially, well…you know what I’m talking about, don’t you?

  Ok, I’m really going off the beaten path here…

  Anyway, back to our first chance, universal meeting or whatever the fuck you want to call it (or he wants to call it).

  I decide to ask him again why he’s here at the bar alone. I just can’t comprehend it because he’s so fucking attractive it makes me want to cry.

  “Are you sure you aren’t meeting a girl here tonight?” I quiz him with a raise of my eyebrow.

  “I promise.” He crosses his arm over his chest and smiles at me.

  “So, do you always drink alone then?” I am only teasing him, and I hope he doesn’t mind my third-degree round of questioning.

  “I just came in to hang out with Theo and keep him company. You know, he has nobody to talk to at the bar.” Aaron winks at me with a sarcastic humor that I love and appreciate.

  “Oh yes, you know I think I see him over there twiddling his thumbs and yawning?” I joke and crane my neck, pointing to the bar.

  It’s only funny because Theo is up to his neck with demanding, shrewd drunk people sloshing their half-empty bottles at him while they beg for more booze to forget their shitty ass lives.

  Aaron laughs, a delicious and warm sound that tinkles in my ears and makes my uterus do a fucking flip.

  “All kidding aside, perhaps subconsciously I was just waiting for the hot girl to approach me.” He stares at me, implying that I’m the hot girl he’s referring to.

  I fleetingly blush, forgetting all about Cassie and Ethan at the table. Aaron is doing a damn good job at holding my attention.

  I still have to put him in his place, though. He’s not going to snag me up that easily or quickly.

  “You know,” I twirl my hair around on my index finger, “pick-up lines don’t work on me.”

  “Says every girl ever.” Aaron laughs and takes a sip of his beer.

  “You think you have us all figured out, right?” I eye him.

  In the back of my mind, there’s something about Aaron. I can’t place my finger on it, but his sexy banter and the way he confidently smiles at me makes my heart skip a beat.

  Yes, I’m getting that tingly and warm sensation between my legs too, if you must know.

  “You are interesting,” I confess.

  “Why, thank you.” He grins and casts a half bow, only because the edge of the table restricts his access to large movements.

  “This drink is amazing.” I eye him as he meets my sexy gaze. “It's nice and cool…sliding down my throat.”

  My voice gets heavy and silky at the same time as I spray him with sexual double entendres.

  He visibly swallows hard. I’m so thankful that I’m working off on impulse tonight, or this hot hunk might not be sitting here beside me, undressing me with his eyes.

  “You look like you’re enjoying it,” he says in a croaky voice full to the brim with arousal.

  “Only because a sexy man bought it for me.” I wink at him.

  “I can get you another after you’re finished,” he offers.

  “Are you trying to get me drunk, Mr. Bennett?” I feign alarm.


  “A little lowering of inhibitions never hurt anybody,” he says slyly.

  “I could drink you up,” I admit with a wink, gaining more and more liquid courage by the second.

  “Your mouth is doing a fantastic job on that drink.” He stares at my red, full lips. I know he’s probably imagining my mouth wrapped around his hard cock right about now.

  “I’m going to swallow every drop,” I whisper in his ear, relishing in the chill bumps that form on his skin.

  I honestly did want to thank him for the drinks. He didn’t have to buy them for us. I’m just thankful that Ethan didn’t get a huge territorial ego and pounce on Aaron for getting a drink for his girlfriend.

  Not that Aaron has a crystal ball or could know beforehand who I was here with, he just is a nice (and fucking hot) guy who wants to do something nice for someone else.

  Yes, I’m confident that he’s one of the good apples out there.

  After a few seconds, the music changes to an upbeat tune with lots of bass that vibrates through my chest.

  The strobe lights flicker and bounce to keep up with the beat, and everyone in the room screams and holds their hands up in the air as they move with the music.

  Aaron raises an eyebrow and glances at me with a roguish smile.

  “What?” I giggle and give him a flirty glance.

  “I want to dance with you,” he says firmly.

  “You do?”

  “Yes.” He nods with confirmation. “Dance with me.” It's more like an order or command than a request.

  He stands up and holds up a hand for me to take. “Come on.”

  “Okay, I’m coming.” I grin at him playfully to tease him as I inflect the sexy word as it drips out of my mouth like sweet honey.

  I am over the top, outrageously and sexually charged for this guy. I don’t know what it is, but I want him to fuck me hard and I have absolutely no filter right now.

  I’m not usually like this, so don’t get the wrong idea. It’s just…been a while for me in the sex department.

  I am overdue for a romp in the sheets.

  I’m making excuses, yes, and I realize that. I’m allowed to be horny as a confident and healthy woman.

  I set my drink down on the table and Cassie looks up at me from where she was moments ago furiously making out with Ethan.

  “Where are you going?” she questions me and gazes at Aaron and me.

  “To dance.” I wink at her.

  “Oh, have fun!” she calls out, and I wave my hand behind my shoulder because Aaron is already dragging me out to the dance floor.

  6

  Aaron

  Imagine the sexiest, steamiest, most glamorous moment you could ever experience. Now double that, and you’ll be standing next to me.

  The music flows through my ears, into my veins and pulses through me with electrical currents of passion, arousal and desire. The dim lights illuminate the place and my eyes register an assortment of walls, skin, clothes, drinks. This gives the moment a hazy but intoxicating sensation that floods my brain.

  I stare at Chloe, absorbing her beautiful face as she giggles and presses her body to mine, clinging on as we move to the vibe of the music together.

  The strobe lights bounce on her face and illuminate her skin, flashing vibrant colors like red, purple, yellow and white.

  The music is hella turnt and we’re both jamming to it, moving our bodies with enthusiasm.

  This is it.

  What, you ask?

  Allow me to enlighten you. (You really need to be keeping up, though. Can’t be too slow for me).

  In this moment, the chemistry derails my mind and I’m empowered with the quest to achieve pure bliss with Chloe tonight. I’m invincible tonight, and I could have anything I want and everyone I want. Even Chloe.

  She’s endearing, tantalizing, and sexier than any girl I’ve ever seen. Even if she has a twin, everyone knows twins aren’t exactly alike in their qualities. I don’t really know, or fucking care, because I only have eyes for Chloe right now.

  The perfect opportunity creeps in and parks itself in my mind, and I know I’m going to seduce Chloe tonight. She’s already mine before I even set my mind fully to it.

  The body heat radiates between us and I want to devour her.

  I know this girl’s into me—she wants me just as much as I want her. I can tell by the way her eyes reflect seduction and lust as she bites her lip and sways to the house trance music pumping through the air.

  She’s charismatic and makes effortless advances towards me. I know she wants me and she’s reeling me in. Honestly, she doesn’t have to try too hard. I’m already there. She moves her body with desire and I’m getting sucked in like a magnet, more and more with every passing second.

  Like a real go-getter, she knows how gorgeous she is and she’s using that to her advantage as she subtly shows off her body by twerking on me. Fuck. This girl definitely knows how to tease; she shows promise, but not so much that I lose interest quickly. Not like with all the other women.

  This one is different than the rest, somehow.

  She flips her hair and I get a whiff. Her hair smells like fresh coconuts and I can’t believe I’m out here on this dance floor with her, moving to the beat with hundreds of other people as we revel in the exhilarating thrill of alcohol and pure sexual fucking chemistry. She transports me to an island paradise and I can’t wait to explore her deep…

  Chloe works her magic on me and she teases me with her body, slowly pushing herself against me. Just when I think I’m gonna go crazy, she releases herself and pulls away.

  Fuck, I need her, and my cock is bulging in my pants, ready to come out and play.

  A faint, sexy sigh escapes her lips between songs, and I just know I’ll have her moaning in my bed later no matter what.

  I imagine my cock ramming her hard, plowing into her, while my balls hit her ass with force and vigor.

  Yep, I want to fucking tap this ass. Right the fuck now.

  She carefully teases me and grinds on me while her tits bounce near my face.

  What better way to get to know Chloe intimately than by exploring her body? Fuck yeah.

  The way she moves, the way she smells, the way her skin glistens under the club’s strobe lights, everything about her.

  All of Manhattan melts away as the alcohol in my system supercharges me with desire. I can also tell that Chloe’s making a dramatic change too as liquid courage consumes her. She smiles freely, her movements fluid.

  The song changes as the DJ gets everyone in the room as pumped as high as the brightest stars in the sky.

  “Holy shit, I love this song!” Chloe squeals and grabs me by the wrists, pulling me closer to her.

  “Oh yeah?” I grin at her, trying to hear her through the loud music and the heavy crowd surrounding us.

  “Hell yeah!” She throws her arms up in the air and twirls, jumping up and down.

  I take a moment to drink her in, every bit of her splendid slender body with curves in all the right places. Her ass bounces with glee and her tits are all but spilling out of her revealing, tight-fitting dress.

  Several people attempt to squeeze around us and the pulsing crowd throws us even closer together. Fuck, this is one of the most fun nights I’ve had in a while. I’m so fucking glad I decided to take a break from the grindstone of work and come out tonight.

  If not, I wouldn’t be dancing here with Chloe and having all this blood pumping at my veins—and my cock. It’s amazing the way fate works and the universe places us in the right place, just at the right time when we need a push or a little extra motivation.

  Hell, I need both, but I’d love to get laid, and having a great fuck session with someone as spectacularly hot as Chloe is about as good as it gets.

  “You have an awesome figure,” I tell her. I’m not shy about letting a gorgeous girl know how fucking gorgeous she is. I know how to appreciate women, and I know they love a good compliment—especially when it’s fuck
ing true.

  Chloe beams and hugs me to her body. I feel like my cock is so fucking hard right now it might actually break off and turn to dust if I don’t get inside her wet pussy soon.

  “You’re pretty hot, too,” she yells through the noise of the crowd and the music. “I’m having a great time with you tonight.”

  “I feel like I already know you,” I blurt out, although I don’t know where the hell this thought is coming from. Part of me wishes I would just shut my fucking mouth and not mention things that might scare her off.

  To my relief, her eyes light up as if she completely agrees with me and feels the same way.

  I don’t know why we have such a strong connection, but for whatever reason, I feel like I’ve known her a substantially longer amount of time than just an hour or so tonight. This is real chemistry at work. I haven’t felt anything like this in a really fucking long time.

  I grab her waist and pull her close to me once again because she’s teasing and trying to wiggle free. I can tell she’s enjoying this as much as I am. I hold her in place as her hips grind on me, driving me wild with arousal and desire that’s threatening to make me cream my pants without even touching her.

  And what the fuck is that about? It takes a real woman to make me this needy, this on edge, this desperate to fuck. I mean, this might be the first time I’ve ever been so affected by someone. I fucking need her now.

  “You’re a fucking hot dancer,” I shout in her ear, and she gives me a grin at the compliment.

  “Thanks.” She gives me a wicked smile that’s laced with sexual innuendos.

  “Where did you learn these moves?” I ask.

  “I danced in high school and was a cheerleader,” she shouts back.

  “Of course you were.” I laugh and nod my head at the irony. But it works for me since I’m enjoying seeing her dance, so I let it amuse me a bit more.

  She keeps giving me naughty, devilish glances, and I’m sure she’s implying that she wants me to push myself harder against her and take charge. Girls fucking love it when I dominate them. No matter how independent or take-charge a woman is, I can always bend her to my desires.