Royal Bastard: A Bad Boy Royal Romance

by Emilia Beaumont

  “I think you need a bigger shower,” I remarked, the room between us mere inches.

  “There’s plenty of room for what I have in mind,” he laughed, his hands drifting lower. I closed my eyes as his fingers found my already aching nub; I surrendered myself to his touch. It wasn’t long before he was inside me again, two fingers pressed in deep. His arm was working, biceps flexing, as he pumped his fingers into me. Before I knew it I was quaking from my own orgasm again, my hand stroking him furiously. With my legs already shaking, I lowered myself to my knees and took him in my mouth.

  He gasped and leaned back, his weight resting upon the glass wall. Water crashed down on my back, trickling down my spine as I felt him swell, his head touching the back of my throat. His fingers laced through my hair, and I let him take over, ravaging my mouth as he continue to groan. It was the hottest thing I’d ever done, giving up control like that, trusting him. And I slipped two fingers inside myself and rode what seemed to be the unending wave of pleasure, another orgasm claiming me while he came hard.

  “I like this shower,” he said, as he helped me to my feet. “But I think we actually got dirtier.” He handed me the sponge and my shower gel. I hadn’t even realised it was hanging on the rack, along with a few other belongings of mine. My heart lurched at his thoughtfulness and foresight. But I fought back tears, knowing that after tonight, they weren’t going to be there anymore, and neither was I.

  “Hey, hey,” Edward said, tipping up my chin with his thumb. “What’s wrong?”

  I gave him a watery smile and desperately hoped he would believe my lies. “Soap in my eyes.”

  The concern didn’t clear, but he left it at that, turning around to spray the front of his body. I swallowed hard and quickly washed myself, pushing those thoughts out of my mind. I should just try and enjoy this last day before he hated me completely. “What’s on the agenda this morning?” I asked.

  He turned around and looked at me, a grin on his handsome face. “You… and a gown.”

  “Oh no, not again,” I said shaking my head then. “I am wearing something I have.”

  “It’s my fundraiser,” he replied, coming close to me. “And I want to get you a dress that complements your stunning beauty. No negotiations.”

  I sighed and leaned my forehead against his wet chest, knowing full well I wouldn’t be able to change his mind. And there was no way I was going to let him pick it out himself… he might actually have me going topless then. “Fine, but I get to choose lunch.”

  I swept my hand down the dress, checking to make sure that I had put it on correctly at least. It was a gorgeous dress, my favourite one yet. The colour was a deep teal, one that Edward said made my skin glow, though I was pretty sure that had to do with him and all the morning sex. I was a woman in love, after all.

  The halter-style empire dress left my back bare and my shoulders exposed, and with the help of the women at the store, we decided that wearing my hair up this time would do both the dress and myself justice. The leg slit was nearly up to my mid-thigh, but instead of feeling weird, I felt like a damn million pounds, perhaps even good enough to stand beside a prince. I was so proud of him and wanted everything to be perfect, right down to the tender lovemaking we were going to have as my parting gift for him. The heartache I was experiencing at the thought of walking away was taking my breath away. I hated it. I despised his family and everything they were standing for right now.

  With a deep breath, I walked down the stairs, nearly stumbling as Edward came into view, dressed in his tux, his handsome face breaking out into a grin as he watched me come down the staircase. “Damn.”

  “Don’t you be getting any ideas,” I warned him as he reached for me.

  “Aww, but…surely that’s what this slit is made for?” he asked as his hand slipped between the material and up my thigh. I moaned, wanting to give in… but knew if I let him continue we were never getting out this flat. I jerked away and giggled, shaking a scolding finger at him.

  “Spoilsport. Just you wait till after the party,” he warned, his hands grabbing my waist and pulling me right back to him. His lips kissed up my jawline, and I sank my hands into his hair, that pain coming back to stab me in the chest. “Yes, Edward, you can have anything you want tonight.”

  “Then it’s my lucky night,” he grinned, grabbing my hand. “Come on, as much as I want to ravish you right now, we’d best go.”

  I let him pull me to the lift, his hand never letting go of mine as we descended downward and then out the door, bombarded by the media as we entered the limo waiting outside. “Wouldn’t you think they would get tired of asking us the same questions?” I remarked as the limo pulled away from the curb. “I mean there has to be something else more exciting going on, right?”

  “We are popular, babe,” he responded, stretching out his legs. “I don’t mind it so much tonight. The fundraiser will at least get good press.”

  I nodded, unable to disagree with that. This was Edward’s shining moment, the start of something big. I reached over and patted him on the knee, looking up into his eyes. “You have done so well with this. These kids are really going to benefit from all of this hard work.”

  “I know,” he replied, “and I would do it all over again. I think I’ve found something I am good at, Rose, a purpose. And I don’t plan to stop with just this one, either.”

  “Good,” I said, leaning back on the leather seat.

  In no time we were pulling up to the venue, the red carpet laid out before us as we stepped out of the limo. This time Edward stopped and answered a few questions, avoiding any about our engagement and turning the conversation around to the charity. I hung back, ignoring my own name being called and keeping a demure smile on my face as I watched him work his magic. This wasn’t about us tonight. This was about the kids.

  “I would say this has turned into a success.”

  I turned as I took in Andrew standing next to me, a champagne glass in his hand. “What are you doing here?”

  “Edward invited me,” he said, pointing toward his brother. “This is his thing. I think he’s finally found himself.”

  My heart softened as I watched Edward work the room, winning over everyone with whom he came into contact. So far he had garnered some massive benefactors for the orphanage, soliciting more than enough money for them to renovate and support the charity without having to do another fundraiser for a long while. We had danced one or two dances, as well, but I was content to see him in his element. “He has. You do realise your brother is amazing, right?”

  “Oh, I know,” Andrew said, taking a sip of his champagne. “Listen Rose, I want to apologise. I do believe I misjudged you, and I want to say that I truly do not think you are after my brother for anything other than perhaps his heart.”

  “You are correct,” I replied, keeping my tone even and taking a breath, “and I don’t want your money, Andrew. I’m walking away in the morning, like we agreed, but I won’t be paid to do so.”

  “I figured as much,” he sighed, handing me a slip of paper. “This is the file that holds the photos you and Edward were anxious about. Don’t worry, I didn’t peek. But just know they won’t ever see the light of day.”

  “How…?” I started, looking at him. In the whirlwind that had been the last few days, I’d almost managed to forget about the threat that kick-started this whole thing. I’d been too consumed with Edward and my love for him, and then the agony of knowing I would have to leave him to protect him. A few boob shots didn’t seem to matter much anymore. But my past, that was something else… That could never be allowed to sully Edward’s progress or the royal family’s reputation.

  He pointed to Edward again, a grin on his face. “It was him, of course. He put the fear of God into your ex. I just provided the details.” He then gave me an apologetic smile.

  “When? He never said.”

  “Just before he gave you that ring, I believe.”

  “Oh, god,” I mumbled, the wave of
realisation crashing down. Without the threat of the photos, Edward hadn’t needed to get engaged to me. “It was real? The engagement and him asking me was real?” I asked, almost terrified at the answer.

  “I could lie and tell you it wasn’t, but I think you know the truth anyway.”

  “Thank you,” I replied, stunned. “Are you trying to get me to like you or something?”

  “It would help,” he laughed. “But I know you are smart, Rose, and you will make the right decision. And just in case Edward has failed to mention it, I thought it would be best that you knew—my family has refused to grant you both a marriage license in this country or any other we preside over.”

  “I thought as much,” I said softly, looking at him, “don’t worry, I’ll do the right thing.” In the morning, alongside my heart, I would be leaving his mother’s engagement ring on the table, too. There was no way I could keep something so precious to him. He needed to save it for a true princess, one that his family would approve of.

  Andrew frowned, he certainly did not seem pleased that this was how it was to be. “I wish you luck, Rose. I hope you know I was only looking out for Edward the entire time—”

  “And the crown.”

  “Well, yes. It’s my duty.”

  “I don’t hold it against you,” I replied, partially understanding that he’d had no choice. Andrew nodded, and I watched as he walked away.

  A hand snaked around my waist and I leaned back, the smell of Edward’s cologne causing a lump to form in the back of my throat. “One last dance?”

  “I’d love to,” I said, letting him spin me around into his arms and lead me to the dance floor. He was so dashing tonight, looking every inch the handsome prince. Other dancers gave us room, parting into a circle around us as if they were being repelled by an unseen force. I knew they were watching us, scrutinising us, but I only had eyes for Edward. I took the time to memorise his face and the way his hands felt against my spine as he gracefully led me around the room. But most of all I tried hard to bottle up the overflowing emotions that he was making me feel while I was with him.

  “So,” he asked as he moved us about the dance floor, “how’d I do, Ms. Mathis?”

  “You did so well, Edward. I’m so proud of you.” He pulled me close, and I laid my head on his shoulder. I breathed in his scent and whispered, “And I love you so much.”

  23

  Edward

  Turning over, my eyes lazily taking their time to open, I noticed that Rose’s side of the bed was empty. We’d stumbled in sometime after two that morning, then spent another solid hour or two making sweet tender love until I knew every inch of her body, and she knew mine. Never in all my life had I felt such a connection like I did when I was with her, and the thoughts before I went to sleep that night were only of her. I would secure us some plane tickets to that warm and tropical location and attempt to sort out this whole mess of marriage licenses. I had no intention of letting Rose go.

  Pulling myself out of the bed, I checked the bathroom, rubbing my chest idly. She wasn’t there. My stomach flipped. Neither was any of her stuff that had been strewn around the sink last night. In fact, all of her belongings that I’d put in the shower were gone, as well.

  A strange feeling of desperation shot through my body as I hurried down the stairs, looking in every corner of the flat before realising that Rose and all of her stuff were missing.

  She was gone. Had she left me? Maybe Andrew had been right after all… that she and her ex had planned this. But even that didn’t make any sense. Neither of them stood to gain anything.

  Questions with unknown answers raced through my mind. Why the hell had she left after last night? I had done everything in my power to turn over a new leaf to show her I was a good man. The fundraiser had been a success, and I’d schmoozed until I had countless donations for the orphanage. I’d danced with her, surprisingly never putting a foot wrong—so at least it wasn’t my terrible ballroom dancing skills that had put her off. Did she not believe me the countless times I told her how fucking gorgeous she looked and then later proved it, when I’d worshipped her body in the bedroom until she couldn’t feel her toes?

  Raking a hand through my hair, I slumped against the sofa, my mind unable to process what happened. It was then that I noticed the ring on the table, in the original box. Oh, fuck. Any hope that perhaps this was all a misunderstanding and she’d just popped to the corner store were gone. She had given the ring back, as well. Was she that unhappy with me? What the hell had I done? Whatever it was, I was determined to find out. I knew she cared for me, she’d even said she loved me—though she said it so quietly that perhaps it hadn’t been her intention for me to hear it.

  Stalking over to the ring, I closed the box and gripped it tightly in my hand, moving up the stairs to get dressed. Something wasn’t right. Someone had spooked her, and I had a feeling I knew who it was.

  I paced the floor waiting for my brother to arrive, unable to stop moving. I was literally sick to my stomach with worry about Rose and what had possessed her to leave me.

  “Edward?”

  I stopped pacing and looked at Andrew, who looked damn near impeccable, right down to his straight tie. I, on the other hand, had grabbed whatever I could find and no doubt looked like I’d slept in my clothes. But I didn’t care. I wanted my girl back. “Where is she?” I’d already tried her flat and her parents’, but no one was answering, and her phone was going to voicemail.

  “Where is who?” Andrew asked, stepping into the room. “Are you okay?”

  I looked at him, my eyes narrowing. “Don’t you fucking bullshit me. What did you do, Andrew? Why did Rose leave me?”

  Andrew’s shoulders slumped and he motioned for me to sit. I refused, so he stayed by the door. “It was for your own good.”

  I launched for him, grabbing him by his lapels and shoving him against the wall. I wanted to smash my fists into his face, but I wanted an answer to my questions first.

  He pushed me back but didn’t take hold of me. “Let me go, Edward. Don’t do something you will regret.”

  Rage boiled within me, and it took me a couple of breaths to ease my grip and let him free. “Fine. Start talking before I commit royal bloody murder.”

  “As I said, it was for your own good. I found out some unpleasant things about her past, truths that would effectively ruin the family if you actually married her. I offered her money to leave you.”

  The blood drained from my face as I thought of Rose taking money over me, the knife that was already dug deep into my back twisting ever so slightly. Andrew must have seen the change, for he quickly started to shake his head. “She refused the money, Edward.”

  The fog started to clear, and I sagged against the chair I’d stumbled into. “What did you find out? What could be so damaging that you would do this to us, to me?”

  “Does it matter? She’s gone,” Andrew said.

  “Are you fucking kidding me? Of course it matters! Actually, you’re right… it doesn’t. I don’t care what it is that’s got you and no doubt my father and the rest of the fucking family so scared, but you are going to tell me anyway. What did you find out, Andrew?” I said in a low voice, my hands itching again to hit my brother.

  He sighed. “Have it your own way. You always do. She’s adopted.”

  “That’s it?” I exploded into laughter. I would have never guessed, given how close she was to her mum and dad and even her sister.

  “No, that’s not all,” Andrew said. “Her biological mother was a drug addict and a prostitute. Rose is damaged goods, a product of a one-night stand. Not even her mother knew who her father was; that part of her birth certificate is blank.”

  I moved so fast that he never saw it coming, my fist connected with his jaw as he cried out. “You asshole! You held her mother’s past against her and drove her away from me?”

  “I’m sorry, but it’s for the best, can’t you see that? You need to marry someone with a title at least,�
� Andrew replied, holding a hand up to his face, testing his jaw. “I told her I was sorry, but even she agreed with me. She didn’t want to ruin what you had accomplished… she thinks she’s not good enough for you.”

  I let Andrew go and stepped back. She’s not good enough for me? Hell it was the complete opposite. I wasn’t good enough for her! There was a long list of reasons that she should run far away from me, but for some reason she’d persisted with helping me, pushing me to be better. I didn’t give a damn about her past. I wanted to be her future.

  “I know you won’t forgive me any time soon for this,” my brother continued, straightening his jacket, “but I was only looking out for you, Edward, and your future.”

  “So you drive away the woman I love? I have no future if I’m not with her!” I shot back, seeing him flinch at my words. “Thanks, brother. Who needs enemies when you have family?”

  Stalking toward the door, I looked back at him, ignoring the look on his face. He had plenty of time to think about what he had done. Before I went to grovel at Rose’s feet, I needed to clarify something first. “Where’s Father?”

  I found him in his study, looking over a stack of newspapers as he sat behind his desk. He looked up in surprise when I entered, waving off his personal assistant and getting her to shut the door. “Congratulations on your success last night,” he said, pushing the paper toward me. “I would say you have turned over a new leaf, Edward. I am proud of you, son.”

  I looked down at the paper, and my stomach clenched as I took in the picture of Rose and me dancing, taking in the way we were both looking at each other in that one special moment. Fake engagement or not, any blind fool could see that we were in love.