The Royal Contract

He grabbed his phone from the table but dropped it immediately, recalling the message he had sent her just moments ago.

“What was that?” He mumbled to himself, feeling more frustrated by his situation. “What have I done?” Rubbing his palms across his face before dropping his elbows on top of the table.

Instead of clearing one problem by getting rid of the reporter, he believed he had just created one massive problem that could bite him in the ass in the long run.

He was not drunk.

He was sane at the time.

But he was horny as hell.

.....

Still, that was not an excuse for what he did last night. But was he guilty, ashamed, happy, satisfied, or regretful? He was not entirely sure what he felt about it.

Slamming his hands on the table, he pushed himself away from his work. He gave up on finishing the documents as his mind kept replaying the night inside his head like a broken record.

“But your name was linked to an American woman. I think a friend of Princess Daniella. Did you two have any romantic relationship?” She casually asked him, but he could see that she was slightly uncomfortable with her questions.

Instead of focusing his mind on his answers, his eyes drifted into her eyes, nose, lips, and hands that kept moving on the counter. He could not help but be fascinated with her tiny movements.

“Jacky is a good friend of mine. Nothing more.” He wanted that to be clear because he did not want her name to end up in the tabloids with a ridiculous caption.

“Will you characterize yourself more like Prince Edward or Prince Alexander?” She continued, hoping to get as many questions answered before she would send him away for good.

“I think we all have our different traits. I will never compare myself to the two, nor would I say that I am better than them.” He clarified his answer, knowing that reporters could easily twist them to make big bucks. He was not saying that she was like any other reporter.

“Currently, are you in a romantic relationship, openly or privately?” She asked again, clutching at her notes, checking her list. But she only wanted to focus on her task, not how he looked at her.

It certainly felt like she was more interested to know his answer to this one. But she kept denying it, saying it was for her article. She was not asking this question for herself but for all the women interested to know his story.

“No. I am not in any romantic relationship of any sort.” He felt like he was at a slumber party when he was young, where they kept asking him about his deepest secrets.

“Do you like a particular girl now?” She suddenly felt like her breast was about to burst as she held her breath, waiting for his answer.

Slowly she breathed out, not wanting to show him how nervous she felt from doing this interview. She suddenly felt like an amateur reporter doing her first interview from her action.

His eyes automatically scanned her face, suddenly unable to answer her at that instant. “No,” Finally, whispering his answer after a few seconds. But it sounded more like a lie.

Suddenly, tension filled the air around him, making him slightly uncomfortable around her. But when his eyes made contact with hers, he could not look away.

“Is there something wrong with my face?” Quickly putting her hands on her cheeks, feeling uneasy at the way he was staring at her.

Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat, feeling her body shiver at the intensity of his stare. She wished to look away, but her body failed to respond to her command.

“Nothing. It is perfect.” He knew he should not have said that. But he was slowly losing his control.

When her lips parted as the tip of her tongue moistened its red flesh, his eyes were easily mesmerized. His brain stopped functioning, and his body took over.

“What are you doing?” She asked as he leaned closer to her.

Her mind sounded alarming bells for her to move away, but her body stayed immobile as it waited for what he would do next. It would seem that the barrier between them was not enough to keep them apart.

“I don’t know.” He answered her honestly, also confused at how his body reacted to hers.

He had fought hard against the attraction he felt for her. He knew that it was nothing more than lust, a physical desire of the flesh. He doubted that emotions were involved.

However, he could not stand it anymore as he grabbed and pulled her into a punishing kiss, putting all his pent-up emotions into that kiss.

“Why did you kiss me?” She asked when he finally let go of her lips to take a few breaths.

She did not even realize she had moved in front of him. Her hands wrapped around his neck while her body pressed close to his body.

“Because you did not try to stop me.” He hoarsely whispered as his lips grazed her skin just underneath her ears with tender kisses, sending a thrilling sensation throughout her body.

He wanted her to stop him, to tell him no. But she never did any of those. Instead, she encouraged him to continue with her soft moans. However, at this point, he doubted if he wanted to stop.

“I don’t think I want you to.” She honestly did not want him to stop. On the contrary, she wished him to continue giving her the pleasure his lips and hands were inflicting on her body.

His hands explored her back as if he was a sculpture, caressing all her curves. His lips traveled down her throat, pushing her body to the edge.

“Sir, excuse me.” A voice followed by a knock woke him up from his daze, making him jerk from his seat.

He suddenly felt like a boy fantasizing about her first kiss as his cheeks slightly burned from his memory. He reasoned that it had been a while since he was in a relationship, not saying he was in one now.

Not that he was abstaining from sex. But as Rick had pointed out, he had been lacking for a long time. But he could not do it so casually like some other guys.

“Sir, you said to remind you of your meeting in five minutes.” She stood in front of her boss, who seemed to be somewhere else. “Make it three minutes, Sir.”

“Yes, I will be there.” He quickly responded, shaking his head to drive away his unwanted thoughts.

He stood from his chair, fixing his tie, putting on his coat before grabbing his phone again. This time, he was determined to concentrate on his task, which was running this business.

He would have to deal with his other issues later when he had more time to dwell on them. Maybe he needed to think outside the box to derive a better solution.