by Susan Stoker
I’d felt this way for years, and even if I was only twenty-two years old and a servant, the only thing I wanted was Lennon.
But that was a fantasy, and I needed to realize that my reality was far less glamorous.
***
Lennon
She thought I didn't notice her, or see the way her bright blue eyes were constantly locked on me.
But I did notice her. I'd noticed her for a very long time but hadn't been man enough to actually tell her how I felt.
Even if I was a prince, my life was far from ideal. I had my own emotions, my own doubts. I was lonely, even if people surrounded me constantly. This wasn't the life I wanted, but had been born into. The only saving grace was the fact I wasn’t first in line for the throne. Thank God my brother Ashton had to deal with that.
The tabloids, the whispers that there was something wrong with me, that my melancholy attitude and lack of following my traditional upbringing were a disgusting show of patriotism, were always splashed across the tabloids. This was how it had always been, how it would always be.
My thoughts went back to Daisy, about how I did want her, even if my family probably wouldn't approve. She was a trusted employee, the Royal staff, but that didn't mean my mother and father would say it was okay for me to be with a “commoner.”
But I wasn't better than her. In fact, she was too good for me. She was light, bright, and always inquisitive. I, on the other hand, let my inner emotions, and the fact that I had nothing and no one despite the riches that surrounded me, bring me down.
The very idea of Daisy by my side, of having her as mine, only mine, had this feeling of life washing through me. It had this hope that I didn't have to live this routine life consuming me, making me think there was more than I had ever imagined.
I wanted to break away, to live outside of this traditional box.
I just wanted to be with Daisy. And one way or another I’d have her. I’d make her mine. And fuck anyone who stopped me.
Chapter Two
Daisy
I took off my shoes, tossed them into the corner, and made my way to the couch. My home was small, just a one-bedroom apartment that I shared with my cat. In all senses of the word I was a loner, choosing to be that way.
With my parents all but nonexistent in my life, and only a couple of friends who I would consider close, it suited me to just be alone.
Maybe that's why I felt like I knew Lennon so well, that I could relate to him. I felt like he and I were one and the same, that we shared this emptiness that could be filled by the other.
But no matter how many thoughts I had, how many times I’d envisioned just going up to him and explaining how I felt, I knew the truth. I knew I could never be with him, that I could never actually be truthful and admit my feelings.
He and I were living in two different worlds, this whole solar system apart, and as much as I wanted to be okay with that, I never would be. It was hard seeing him every day, wanting someone I knew I could never possibly have.
I made my way into the bathroom and turned the faucet on, filling the tub up with near scalding water. The steam rose up, and as I put in the lilac bubble bath, the scent of flowers invaded my senses.
Sure, I read the tabloids, knew what they said about Prince Lennon. They accused him of being the black sheep of the family, the one who didn't take royalty seriously, didn't understand that the Crown was his life.
But I knew better than anyone, maybe because I thought we were the same, on some level. There was nothing wrong with keeping to yourself, nothing wrong with wanting nothing to do with the spotlight.
I’d been that way my whole life, never needed anyone but myself to be content and happy. But I wasn't happy anymore, and hadn't been since I first saw him. Since the first time I realized I wanted him in my life.
Before I slipped into the tub, I heard my cell going off. I left the bathroom and went into my room to grab it. The number that flashed across my screen was from one of the other servants, Holly.
“Hey,” I said and held the phone between my ear and shoulder, moving back into the bathroom and staring at the water as it filled up the tub.
“Hey back to you.”
I heard the clatter of pots and pans in the background and knew she was still at the palace.
“Want to hit up The Pub tonight?”
“Really? You’re not tired after working all day?” I sure as hell was, or maybe I felt tired because I had thought about Lennon constantly.
“Sure. I know you don't have anything else to do. And neither do I. Besides, getting a couple free drinks from drunken guys hitting on us isn't that bad, is it?”
I heard the teasing in her voice. I had to admit, she had a point.
Although I should've said no, that I’d rather stay in, the truth was getting out of here and trying to lose myself in something that wasn’t thoughts of Lennon sounded like a realistic, smart move.
“Come on, Daisy, just for a couple of hours?”
Holly was the only “friend” I had at the palace, but even that was a stretch. I'd say we were more acquaintances, and tonight was probably just two co-workers wanting to let loose. But I had nothing better to do, as she'd said.
“Yeah, what's the worst that could happen?” But even after I said that, I knew I should have kept my mouth shut.
Those were famous last words, weren't they?
***
Lennon
I closed my bedroom door, my heart beating a little faster than normal, my hands curled into fists at my side. I’d overheard one of the servants speaking on the phone, asking Daisy if she wanted to go to The Pub tonight.
The very thought of Daisy being around a bunch of drunken assholes pissed me off. Them trying to touch her, hit on her… take her to their bed for the night… Yeah, it pissed me off, made me see red.
Maybe I shouldn't have cared, shouldn't have been as upset as I was. She was free to do what she wanted.
But the truth of the matter was I wanted her so much that I knew I couldn't stay back. I knew I wouldn't, couldn't stay away.
So, even though it was smarter for me to keep my distance from Daisy, I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. She was my reality. I knew that without a doubt. I’d been a coward for not saying anything sooner.
Forget anyone and anything that could stop me from being with her, from finally admitting how I felt.
I didn't care if it was frowned upon that she was a commoner and I was royalty. I didn't care what my parents would think, what the media would say, or how it would all be perceived. I knew what I wanted, and I wouldn’t stop until I had it.
Daisy would be mine, whether she knew it or not.
It was just a matter of making her see that we belonged together, that rumors or accusations, or the spotlight of a relationship with me wouldn't ruin her. I’d protect her, make sure she was always safe. And anyone who thought that they could come after her would have to go through me.
I walked over, grabbed my jacket and shoes and put them on. It would be tricky getting out of the palace, especially if I didn't want an escort, which I didn't. But I had my ways of getting around all that.
At the end of the day there was nothing that would stop me from going to Daisy tonight.
Chapter Three
Lennon
I walked into The Pub and pulled my ball cap down a little lower. At least I had been smart enough to grab it before I left my room, and I wondered if it was even necessary. Would anybody even recognize me here, knowing they were drunk as fuck?
The music was blaring, the voices loud. It was obvious that everybody was probably getting good and plastered, so the chances that they would even know who I was in their inebriated state were pretty slim.
I made my way to the side, dodging people who were grinding up against each other, others who were acting rowdy as hell, and scanned the pub to see if I could spot Daisy.
Someone knocked into me and apologized, but I kept moving, kept scanning the interior, t
rying to see Daisy. Maybe she’d decided not to come out tonight? That thought had the possessiveness in me dimming slightly. I’d want her at home and safe, not around a bunch of assholes.
But then I saw her, sitting at one of the tables with a girl. She had a beer in front of her, the glass only half full, her focus on it.
My heart stilled just a little bit but then doubled in speed. My need for her rose up, this vicious beast inside of me. I didn’t know what happened to me in the time since breakfast and now, but I was done waiting, done caring what anyone thought.
I had absolutely no plan for what I was going to say or do tonight. Maybe I would just stay in the background and watch over her, protect her? And then when she headed back to the palace, or to her apartment, I could be honest with her then.
I leaned against the wall and just watched her, my focus solely on her, my need for Daisy growing by the second. It was as if something broke inside of me, this dam crushing forward, my emotions spilling out.
It was as if when I finally realized, understood, that I wouldn't hold myself back from her any longer, that this vicious beast rose up in me. I hoped she felt the same when I did admit how I felt.
And then I saw her stand and head over to the back hallway. I assumed she was going to the restroom. I straightened, pushing off the wall and walking to where she was headed.
I really didn't want to talk to her about any of this in a pub, but I also didn't want to seem like an asshole for knowing where she went and following her here just to talk to her.
But speaking with Daisy about my feelings while she was wearing the wait staff uniform and bringing me breakfast seemed grossly out of place. I wanted us on the same level, even though I already knew and felt like we were.
I positioned myself so I could still see the hallway where the bathroom was, and figured I’d talk to her when she was out. I’d explain that I needed to speak with her about something important. Not the way I wanted to go about this, but I was tired of waiting.
And when she finally came out, my entire body stiffened, my heart raced, and every part of me wanted to go to her in that moment. She had her head down, glancing at her phone, and she’d never looked more beautiful.
I saw some asshole come up to her, all but blocking her way. She glanced up, seeming startled. She smiled but I could tell it was uncomfortable, maybe even a little nervous. Whatever he was saying, she shook her head, the smile still in place, but looking more forced by the second. And when he reached out and start playing with a tendril of her hair, I could see the discomfort in her face rising.
Something in me snapped, this beast being unleashed, tearing right through the cage where I’d apparently had it housed deep within me. I felt myself getting closer to her, my legs moving swiftly, my body propelling toward the threat I saw.
I gripped the asshole’s arm and yanked him away. I could smell the booze coming from him instantly, and his bloodshot, glossed-over gaze locked with mine. I heard this low rumble and realized it came from me.
“Don't fucking touch her,” I said harshly. I saw the anger wash over his face only a second before he lifted his arm and started swinging at me. But I’d had plenty of training, knew how to handle myself. I blocked the move and took a step back. I wanted to fight him, to defend the woman I cared about. But now wasn’t the time.
I looked over at Daisy and saw confusion on her face, but then realization washed across her expression when she recognized me. Her eyes widened and I felt a surge of possessiveness slam into me.
She took a step forward, and I could see by the expression on her face she wanted to protect me and not the other way around.
I took hold of her hand, and was about to steer her away from the crowd and take her back to the palace, to my room, but the asshole clocked me right in the side of the face. I stumbled backwards, my anger rising. I turned and faced him, swung out, and hit him in the temple.
His head cocked to the side and he slammed into the wall. It was then that I realize my hat had gotten knocked off, the room was quiet, and there were about a dozen cell phone cameras aimed right at me.
Fuck.
No doubt this incident would be on the front page of every paper in the country come morning. I had Daisy's hand in mine a second later and was leading her out of the pub. We didn't speak as I took her down some back roads, snuck her into the palace through a couple hidden passageways, and finally made it back to my room.
I shut my bedroom door, just now tasting a metallic flavor covering my tongue. I lifted my hand and touched my lip, the sensitivity letting me know that it was split.
I turned and faced Daisy, seeing her watching me, her expression guarded, confused.
This hadn't been how I’d wanted this night to go. But it looked like there was no going back now.
***
Daisy
I didn't know what was going on. My mind was whirling over the fact Lennon had been at The Pub, that he'd hit some guy for me… that he'd looked so possessive of me.
My heart was beating so hard it was actually painful. Lennon was watching me like he had something to say. How had he known I was there? Why had he defended me like that, acted like I was his?
And now, the way he looked at me, stared into my eyes, made me feel so bare, despite the fact I was fully dressed.
Wasn’t this what I’d always wanted? I’d always wanted to be in his room, his hands on me, his gaze locked on mine. That had all seemed like a fantasy though. But this, although reality, felt surreal, like I was in a dream, trapped in a loop and unable to escape. But I didn't want to leave, didn't want to run away or pretend like this wasn't happening.
There were a lot of things I wanted to say to Lennon, but the words were lodged in my throat.
I saw the mark on his lip, his battle wound from defending me.
The guy had hit him, the asshole so drunk, saying inappropriate, gross things to me that made my skin crawl. I would've been surprised if he even knew what day it was. But when I’d realized it was Lennon who was there, this wave of relief filled me. He made me feel like everything would be okay.
Now is the time to say how you feel.
I felt on edge, the arousal so intense it was like a living entity inside of me.
“I was worried about you when I knew you went to The Pub.” His voice was slow, deep, his focus trained right on me.
I felt my cheeks heat at his admission. “How did you know I'd be there?”
He glanced away for a second, but then moved over to the couch. He had his hand on his lap, his fingers curled into his palm. He looked tense, as if he was ashamed by the answer he might give me. He looked at me again, his blue eyes hard. “I overheard one of the staff talking with you on the phone.”
My heart was beating so hard, so fast, it was painful. “You came out to make sure I was okay?”
He nodded once. “The very thought of you being surrounded by a bunch of drunken assholes…” He didn't finish speaking, but I could see the anger move across his entire body.
Tonight he’d shown me a different side of him, a side that seemed to want me enough to risk being seen, being recorded fighting, defending my honor.
As the seconds and minutes moved by, I felt like I was in this alternate reality, one I’d only dreamed about. I knew that no matter what, I had to be honest with him tonight.
I had to be honest with myself as well.
Chapter Four
Lennon
“Come sit with me.” I wanted to be close to her, wanted her body pressed right to mine. I’d wanted her for so long this moment seemed surreal. My heart was thundering behind my ribs, and I wondered if she’d come closer, if she’d sit with me on the couch.
I’d shut the bedroom door, maybe presuming she’d be comfortable with that, maybe hoping she’d see it as something more.
And then she did move closer and sat right beside me, and the scent of her invaded my senses. I grew drunk from it, aroused because she was so close. I shifted on the c
ouch, feeling my dick punch forward, growing harder, thicker. God, I wanted to be with Daisy, wanted to claim her as mine. I wanted her in every possible way.
She was looking at me, and I knew she was nervous. God, I hated that she had to wait on me, like I was better than her. I wasn’t. If anything, she was better than me.
I reached out, not stopping myself, not even bothering to pretend this wasn’t going to move forward. I needed her to know how I felt. Now.
I lifted her head up with my finger under her chin, forcing her to look at me. Her eyes were so big, so blue. I got lost in them, drunk on them. She ducked her head, her dark hair falling over the side of her face, blocking the view I had of her. I reached out with my other hand and pushed the strands away, placing them behind her ear and letting my fingers linger over the soft shell.
God, I wanted her right here, right now. I wanted to bare myself to her, not just physically, but emotionally and mentally as well.
My body wanted her, but my mind roared out to go slow, that I needed to tell her how I felt first, show her with words what she meant to me.
“There’s things I want to say too, things I should have said a long time ago,” Lennon said in his deep voice.
My heart raced, and every part of me became strung tight. I looked into her eyes, the blue sweeping me in, holding me down. I realized this was what life was, what I’d been missing. I had known I wanted her for a long time, but not until I saw her being touched by someone else, and felt the possessive side rise up in me, did I then realize I’d always wanted her.
I’d always wanted this.
I just needed to tell her how I felt, show her that she was mine. Without wasting another moment, I just said what was in my heart.