Page 95 of My Five Daddies

But the fact that the nobles would even consider reinstating them in any form just speaks to how incredibly out of touch they must be. Only a sick fucking person would want that again. Even if they do some watered down version, calling them “social purity laws” sends a clearmessage.

They want to control every part of every person’s life. And I’m not havingthat.

“You can’t speak of this,” Andrew says seriously. “You’ll give Julian ammunition to come afteryou.”

“How is my father in favor of purity laws?” I askAndrew.

“I don’t think he is. But many of the nobles are. My understanding is that Julian’s laws are more about keeping the people in their rightful place than about punishingmasturbation.”

“That sounds almost worse,” I say tohim.

“It could be,” he admits. “But nothing is real. So please, don’t stir the pot and make thingsworse.”

“Me, stir the pot?” I grin at him. “Well, Inever.”

He rolls his eyes. “I’ll write up the contract for you. Just forget we had this conversation,okay?”

“I’ll do my best.” I stand up and nod at him. “Thanks for the help. I owe youone.”

“Just doing my job,” hegrunts.

I turn and head out, my mind spinning in fastcircles.

Now I see why my mother wasn’t trying to talk me out of this marriage. She likely fears these purity laws as much as anyone else. I can stop them, but I have to win my father’s favor again. I have to show him that I canlead.

And I have to show him that my vision of Polovia’s future is better than Julian’s. I don’t want to hold people back. I want to give them better lives, which will make what the nobles have worth even more. I know I can show them how freedom, equality, and openness will benefit everyone. Instituting some horrible draconian laws will only hurt thiscountry.

For now though, I need to get Hazel to agree. Once she signs on the dotted line, she’ll be all mine. And the fun part of this can getstarted.

8

Hazel

Iusea vacation day to try and figure out what the hell I want to do. I figure I shouldn’t be in the castle. If I run into the prince again, I know I’ll just tell him whatever he wants tohear.

And I need to think. What he offered me is crazy, but it could also change my life in ways I can’t even begin to fathom. I’m not a rich girl and my family certainly isn’t rich either. I don’t have their financial support anymore anyway. The job market back home doesn’t look great, and I’ve been stressing about money my entirelife.

I could do whatever I wanted with this deal. Half a million dollars every year, guaranteed, is a lot of money. I could buy a house, or several houses, or start a business. I’d have to travel back to Polovia twice a year, but that wouldn’t be so bad. I’d have my freedom to do whatever I want. It’s the sort of opportunity very few people get in thisworld.

And yet… I’d have to marry theprince.

I don’t even know him. I’ve barely had two conversations with the man, and now he wants to marry me and pay me a lot ofmoney.

And he wants to get mepregnant.

I stop outside of a coffee shop and lean up against a wall. I close my eyes for a second and picture what it would be like with PrinceNolan.

He’d slowly undress me, look me in the eyes, and kiss me. I bet he’d whisper in my ear as his hands slowly slipped down toward my pussy. I’d bite down on his lower lip and moan as he plunges himself into me, over and over again, that perfect body pressing me down against thebed…

I shiver and have to stop. I look around, a little embarrassed. I love Maldin, it’s a modern city built around an ancient one, so everything is a mix of new and old. It’s pretty well populated, though fortunately right now nobody is around to notice my glowing red cheeks. I doubt I’m the first woman to imagine having sex with the prince though, and definitely won’t be thelast.

There’s also his reputation to consider. He’s a player, and I don’t know if this deal thing is for real. He might just be trying to trick me into bed. But does he need to resort to tricks to get women to sleep with him? I totally doubt it. I probably would have slept with him willingly if he didn’t say he wanted to marry me and get mepregnant.

I sigh and head into the coffee shop. I order a coffee and a little pastry for breakfast, and as I go to pay, I pick up a gossip magazine that happens to be in English on a whim. It has an article about the prince in there, and I can’t help but feelcurious.

I take my coffee and my pastry and sit down outside in a little metal chair at a little metal table. People filter by as I sip my drink and eat my food. It’s actually pretty nice, but I can’t get the prince out of mymind.

I don’t know if I want to be a mother. I’ve always thought about it, and wondered if it’s something that I want, but I’ve never been sure. How would that even work, anyway? I can’t imagine having a baby and then giving him or her up. Nolan said that I could see the baby as often as I want, but it would be so strange. My own child would be raised by someone else, in a foreign country. He’d probably speak a language I don’t even know. I can’t imagine how I could even have a relationship with my own child likethat.

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