Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
“Fucking hell,” I whisper wide-eyed. “Jeez.”
Another scantily dressed woman saunters past us and Thomas’s eyes drop to her chest. Thomas adjusts himself in his pants. “I am one hundred percent picking up tonight, be warned.”
“Why do you need to warn us?” Helene asks as her eyes linger on the head job action. “Man or woman?”
“Woman,” he scoffs. “Just so you know I am not leaving with you, that’s why. I don’t want it to get to 4 a.m. and it looks like I’m ditching you in the spur of the moment. Totally premeditated.”
“Let’s go to the bar.” I smile as excitement runs through me, I grab their two hands. “Oh my god this is so exciting,” I whisper as we weave through the crowd.
“Fucking hell,” Helene whispers. “Here comes the blow tray again.”
“Hi.” Thomas waves at her. “How nice to see you again.”
“This place is insane.”
We get to the bar. “My treat,” Thomas tells us. “What do you want?”
“I’ll have a margarita.”
“Me too.”
“Me three.”
Thomas lines up and I glance over to the entry and see Philippe and Stefan come through the doors, they immediately walk over to the corner and up to a line of men standing along the wall. They laugh and shake hands as if they’re long-lost friends.
“Who are they talking to?” I whisper to Helene.
“I don’t know.”
My eyes linger on the men. “Oh, they’re bodyguards. But who are they….” My eyes dart around and then I see it. In a roped-off section on a raised level are low slouchy leather couches around big low tables. And right in the middle of the action sits Prince Theodore.
“Oh my god,” I whisper.
“What?”
“Prince Chapelle is here.” I gesture to him with my chin.
“What?” Helene’s eyes nearly bulge from their sockets as she sees him. “What the hell is he doing in a place like this?”
I giggle. “Snorting coke and watching gold head jobs, apparently.”
Thomas reappears with a tray of margaritas. “Here you are, my loves.”
“Thanks.” Helene takes a sip. “The fucking prince is here.”
“He is?” He smiles as he takes a sip. “How deliciously scandalous.” He looks around. “Where?”
“Over there.” I subtly point.
“Oh.” His eyes linger on the group of men. “He’s with the Kingsmen.”
My eyes flick between him and the group of men. “Those are Edward’s friends?”
“Yep.”
“Ha.” I feel the confidence drain out of my body. “If they come here, that means Edward comes here.”
“Uh-huh,” he replies.
“Who’s who?” I ask, I met some of them before, but who are the others?
“Okay so, the dark Greek god is Nicholas Anastas.”
“He’s the gay one?” I ask as I watch from the shadows.
“Yeah.”
“Then the guy on his left is Prince Theodore.” He continues.
“Yes, I know who he is.”
“Beside him is Jacques Vermont and then beside him is Alexander York.” He lets out a low whistle. “Fuck me, there is some serious money in that group.”
“Like what are we talking?” Helene asks.
“Billions, these men are all the rich of the rich. The most powerful men the business world has to offer.”
A woman with long black hair walks up to the prince and they begin to chat, he smiles as he runs his hand up her thigh and underneath her skirt. She keeps talking as if this is the most natural thing in the world.
“That’s not his fucking girlfriend,” I whisper, infuriated.
“I don’t think she’s his girlfriend. I think she’s just a placeholder.”
“So they all just openly fuck around?” I stammer.
“Why wouldn’t they?” Thomas replies. “I would too if I were them.”
“What are you talking about?” I scoff. “Nobody fucks around more than you.”
“True.” He laughs as he clinks his glass with mine.
Thomas and Helene change subjects and keep chatting but my eyes keep going back to Edward’s friends.
The Kingsmen.
Ugh, I’m so out of my depth with this guy. What was I thinking…that I was going to be the woman who finally tamed the tiger? He isn’t giving up this life anytime soon. Ha, what a joke. You are such an idiot, Alora.
The prince looks up and sees someone and waves, I follow his line of sight to see Philippe and Stefan wave back.
Fuck.
I spin so that my back is to them but I can still see their reflection in the mirrored wall in front of me. Theodore gets up and walks down out of the roped-off area and over to them as they stand against the wall.
I watch on as they talk and then Philippe points me out and Theodore looks me up and down. Theodore has obviously just asked who they are watching over.
Shit, shit, shit.
Theodore takes his phone out and calls someone.
Edward.
He says something and then laughs.
“This place is off the hook.” Helene smiles over the music. “We’re coming here every week.”
“Right?” Thomas agrees.
“Uh-huh.” I sip my cocktail as I dance to the beat to try and look like I’m not watching the prince’s every last move.