Royal Baby
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“I'll be your girlfriend, Alexander,” she replied with tears in her eyes.
I took her in my arms and pressed my lips against hers. “You're all mine now,” I whispered in her ear.
“And you're mine,” she replied.
I desperately wanted to say I love you but I knew it was too soon. There was no way she could be feeling the same way.
Chapter Eleven
Pearl
I fell apart around him, my orgasm firing on all cylinders as Alexander took me from behind. He grasped my hips and forced his way deeper and deeper inside me. I could barely hold myself up on the bathroom counter—my breasts bouncing back and forth as he crashed against me with every thrust.
How could he have so much energy? He just came in my mouth only moments ago.
“I'm going to come, Pearl,” Alexander moaned. His fingernails dug into my sides as he found his release. He called out my name once more before finishing and collapsing on my back. My arms couldn't hold the weight and I fell onto the cold counter.
I wanted to tell him I loved him and that I would never leave his side. But I was too exhausted. That orgasm had taken everything out of me.
We got dressed, watching each other closely. I wanted to trace every muscle of his body so I could commit it to memory. I wanted to undress him again and relive last night and this morning all over again.
“Time to go now, Pearl.”
“Yes, sir,” I replied, doing a fake bow.
Alexander grinned and collected our things. The sun burned brightly as we exited the motel; Alexander's car was right where we left it. I remembered my first ride with the top down and the vibrations beneath my thighs—how it turned me on so much. But nothing turned me on more than Alexander touching my naked flesh.
I sat in the passenger seat and placed my hand on Alexander's thigh as he turned the key in the ignition. We weren't strangers anymore. Alexander was my boyfriend now.
I wanted to say it out loud just to make this was all real.
My heart jumped with glee. I was no longer a freak—no longer a virgin.
We drove off and I enjoyed the nice breeze and the feel of Alexander's hand in mine. I wanted to ride around town all day with him. But we stopped outside of my apartment complex.
“So this is where you live?” he asked.
“Yep, until school is over at least.”
“Any roommates?”
“I did but she moved back to the states at the end of last semester.”
“Why don't you invite me inside?” Alexander grinned.
The thought of Alexander taking me on every surface of my apartment was a tantalizing image but I shook my head. “I would but I know what would happen if we were alone again. I just have to work on my history paper for a little bit.” The words felt so idiotic the moment they came out of my mouth. I wanted him so badly.
“You sure you're not going to run away?”
“I can't, my car is still at the pub.”
Alexander smiled. “How about I have it delivered.”
“That would be perfect.”
Alexander leaned outside the car window and planted a kiss on me cheek. He put his sunglasses back on and started his Mustang. The thunderous roar of the engine vibrated in my chest. I waved and exhaled as he drove away.
I went into my apartment and everything looked foreign. I had only been away for a day but it felt like an eternity. I went to the kitchen and opened the fridge for something to eat—completely empty. I fixed myself a cup of tea instead and opened up my laptop to a blank Word document. I wanted to get down as much information as I could before I forgot. My notes from yesterday were pretty much useless.
Flashes of last night distracted me from my work. How could I get any work done when Alexander was the only thing on my mind? But now I had the perfect subject. I typed the title at the top of the page:
Prince Alexander
Chapter Twelve
Alexander
I rode back to the pub, thinking about my love for Pearl. My entire existence was built around my brothers. It was who I was. But my feelings were changing. I no longer desired to be the bad boy rebel prince. If I could go somewhere safe with Pearl and live the rest of my life in peace—no more bloodshed—then isn't that what I should do?
I found John, Hudson, and Bryce sitting around the meeting room table. Their faces were long but their eyes lit up when they spotted me. Bryce shook my hand as Hudson gave me a one-armed hug; a white shoulder-sling kept his arm close to his chest.
John stood up and gripped my biceps. “I'm glad you're okay, Alexander.”
“Me too,” I replied.
We sat down at our seats. Our club had become so small. I ached inside for the loss of Charlie. He was my closest brother. I'd never forget him for as long as I lived. But how could we break the news to my parents. They'd be heartbroken. Mum, would bury herself in liquor and Dad would bury himself in work.
I had to get revenge for Charlie. I had to make sure the family was whole before I got out.
John sighed. “We all want the Russians to bloody pay but we need to think this through. We're hanging on by a string here. If we went against the Russians now, we'd all end up in body bags. As of right now, all the Russians involved in that deal are dead. Give me a chance to talk with some of the higher-ups in their organization. For all we know, Boris was doing this alone. Once I get more information, we can make an informed decision.”
The one thing I wanted in the world—revenge—was finally within my grasp. But I didn't feel complete. Not without Pearl by my side.
Chapter Thirteen
Pearl
My paper was nowhere close to being started. There wasn't much information about Prince Alexander on the internet. His brother John was next in line of succession. What was I supposed to write about? I was close to asking the professor for advice.
My mind was completely distracted. Two pregnancy sticks sat behind me on the bathroom counter. There was no denying it—Alexander and I were having a baby.
But I hadn't seen him in weeks. I tried to get a hold of him at pub but John told me he was really busy. I tried to call him at his house but I had no idea where he lived. The internet didn't give me anything.
What if I was just another one of his conquests?
My luck that I would get pregnant the first time I had sex. I was on birth control but I must've missed a day by accident. There was just so much that happened to me over the past couple weeks.
How could I tell him? Should I even bother? I barely knew the man. He might run for the hills the second he sniffed trouble.
But he was the right one for me. I knew it deep down in the pit of my stomach.
I needed to focus on my paper. All I had was a title that didn't say much. What did I want to covey? I didn't want to just recite his whole family history.
The family aspect was the key.
The words flowed through my fingers and into the computer. I wrote and wrote until my wrists began to cramp up.
Outside the booming engine of a vintage Aston Martin approached. I saved the document and slammed the laptop shut. My paper would have to wait...
Alexander was here.
I checked my makeup in the mirror and brushed my hair quickly.
The doorbell rang and I tried to still my pounding heart. I opened the door, wearing nothing but a silk robe. Alexander's eyes went wide.
“I'm pregnant,” I blurted out, my hands shaking. Bad timing, Pearl. My man stood in the hallway with a faceless expression.
Alexander finally smiled and stopped me before I could say anything else.. “You better invite me in before I take you right here in the hallway.”
I grabbed Alexander's arm and pulled him inside. His mouth latched onto mine while his hands wandered underneath my robe and felt my pregnant belly.
“I love you...my princess,” he whispered to me.
“I love you too, Alexander.”
This rough and hard man was all mine
.
And I was his to do with as he desired.
We would be a royal family soon enough.
The End
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It was lust at first sight...
Curves in all the right places.
Eyes to die for.
She'd be screaming my name in bed by the end of the night.
But one night wasn't enough. I hadn't had my fill yet.
This is a Standalone Romance with a HEA!
Chapter One
Winter
Shit! I arrived at the Emerald Club fifteen minutes late again. My boss was going to kill me. The seedy building stood in an abandoned complex right next to the jammed-packed freeway. A gigantic neon sign repeated girls three times and a long pink awning jutted out from the front door.
I stumbled out of my car, carrying my purse and bag of school books. In between dances, I could get a little homework done if nobody bothered me. Jerome stood at the front door looking menacingly as always. He was an over-sized black man with the softest heart and a hug that could crush every bone in your body. He grinned and let me right in.
The club lights were dimmed and Poppy danced on stage to Britney Spears' “Womanizer.” A bar sat along the far right wall and Johnny was there tending to the drunks. A shot of whiskey sounded good right about now. I took a hard right through velvet curtains that stated: Employees Only.
Joe, the owner, came barreling towards me. His hair had receded to the very back of his head and he wore the cheapest suit available. He wasn't as soft as Jerome but he took care of his girls. “Winter! You gotta be fucking kidding me. How could you be late again after we just had that talk?”
Damn! I thought he might not have noticed this time.
“I'm so sorry, Joe, but I got caught in traffic.”
Joe checked his watch. “There's no fucking traffic at nine o'clock.”
“There was an accident. I promise it won't happen again.” I gave him my best puppy dog eyes. Joe was a sucker for a pretty girl.
He narrowed his eyes at me. “Poppy offered to switch with you. You're on in twenty minutes.”
I really owed Poppy a big one. This was the fifth time she had covered for me. Maybe I could buy her some makeup as a thank you.
Joe continued, “I also need you to cover Jasmine's shift on Saturday night.”
Double Shit! This Saturday I promised my mom I'd come visit her. But I couldn't negotiate with Joe without him firing me on the spot. I was already playing with fire.
“You got it, Joe. Whatever you need.”
Joe clasped his hands and bowed before me. He really wasn't all that bad. I just needed to be on time more often.
I walked into the makeup room and sat at my station. Exposed light bulbs surrounded the mirror and pictures of my family were taped to the edges. I wanted my area to feel a little more homey—a little more personal. I went to the open rack behind me that held the few outfits I owned. The dancers at Emerald were required to pay for their own costumes which meant I couldn't afford too many.
I pulled out a blue bikini that was bedazzled with a hundred sequins. It looked really cheap but you couldn't tell in the dark club. I quickly changed and stuffed my big breasts into the bikini top. I sat down at my station and opened the drawer full of makeup. I brushed my brown hair and darkened my eyes with black liner and eyeshadow. I added the biggest fake lashes and overdid the lipstick.
Helena strutted into the room wearing a long dress and platform shoes. She was very thin and tall with small perky breasts. She could've been a model if she wanted to. Most of the dancers were so jealous of her body.
“Joe seems angrier than usual. Late again, Winter?” Helena sat down at the station next to mine. She had been dancing at the Emerald for over ten years which was a lifetime to some of us. When I started, Helena helped me through the basics: getting my costume, learning the routines, and dealing with customers who get a little too touchy.
I capped my lipstick and pursed my lips in the mirror. “Only by fifteen minutes. I could be one minute late and he'd still go ballistic.”
Helena laughed. “Joe is Joe.” She put her hand on my shoulder. “We just got in a big group of guys.”
“I hope they have deep pockets.” I winked.
Poppy came back from the stage all sweaty. Crumpled-up dollar bills were pinned along her waist with a g-string.
I got down on my knees and groveled at her feet. “Thank you so much, Poppy. I owe you a million times over.” I kissed her platform shoes for added effect.
Poppy's fake red hair burned brightly. “You better believe you owe me. I barely got any tips out there and a group of bikers just came in right after I finished.”
“How about I split my tips with you tonight. Will that make up for it?”
Poppy smirked. “Yeah that might work.”
My phone buzzed on the counter. I checked my message and it was from my roommate, Jenny.
Jenny: You better text me when you're on your way home.
Winter: Don't worry I will :)
Jenny didn't have a job so she made it her life's work to make sure I was always safe. She was so worried that one of the customers would try to kidnap me. Jerome was always around and would never let that happen.
Joe popped his head in. “You're on in five, Winter.”
“Knock em' dead, Sapphire.” Poppy kissed me on the cheek.
Sapphire was a name I quickly came up with right before my first dance. I needed a stripper name that radiated class and style. Diamond was already taken so Sapphire became mine. Most girls went by their real names backstage and some lucky girls like Poppy were already born with a fake stripper name.
I took a deep breath and went to the back of the stage. I peeked through the curtains and spotted a group of tough guys surrounding the stage. They were covered in tattoos with their biceps bursting through their tight white shirts. Tonight might actually be good.
The announcer's voice boomed through the air. “Ladies and gentlemen, the Emerald Club proudly presents: the mysterious, the insatiable, the lovely—Sapphire!”
“Pour it up” by Rihanna—my song—blasted through the speakers.
I burst out of the curtains with fire in my eyes. The overhead spotlights focused on my body as I made my way down the raised walkway, stomping my heels down. The boys cheered my name while throwing one-dollar bills onto the stage. I ran my hands up my stomach and felt up my tits, flaunting them to the crowd.
“Take it off,” one of the guys screamed.
I pouted my lips and shook my finger to the crowd. I faced away from the audience and slowly undid the string around my back. My bikini top hung loosely against my chest and I held it in place with my hands. The men hollered at me. I turned around and danced, not letting them see it all yet. Dancing was the art of seduction.
I dropped the bikini top and let my large breasts free. The boys cheered and whistled at my tits, their fists pumping in the air. I went up to the cold steel pole and pushed it against my cleavage, rubbing myself up and down. I bent over all the way and hugged my ankles, giving the best view of my thong and ass.
My eyes caught one of the bikers and my heart skipped a beat. He wasn't like the others. He sat quietly and stared at me. This guy had long slicked-back hair that was shaved on the sides. Intricate tattoos covered both of his strong arms and broad shoulders. He wasn't cheering along with his buddies.
The mysterious man's dark gaze focused in on me. I became flushed and lost my way for a moment. I climbed high up the pole, wrapping my legs around and locking myself in. I leaned back and swung around, slowly dropping all the way to the stage flo
or—my signature move. The crowd went wild. I flipped my blonde hair back and locked eyes with the bad boy. He sat in his chair with his stone-cold face, his eyes drinking me in.
This is way too hot.