Page 27 of Her Royal Daddy
“I don’t understand how anybody in that room could have done this to me,” he said softly. “I know those people. I know their spouses, the names of their children. I have worked with them all for years, and nothing like this has ever happened before.”
I barely held back my soft chuckle at his naiveté. “You’ve probably never dangled a scandal of this magnitude in front of them before, either.” I knew because I’d done my research. Outside of his fling with my mother, the king had led a quiet and unsensational life; the only dirt I’d found on him were in scathing opinion pieces written when he made an unpopular political decision. “You just confessed to a torrid love affair thirty years ago and told them it had resulted in a secret lovechild. This is the age of the internet and social media. Nothing is sacred. All they had to do was a quick Google search of my name, and the fact that I stripped for a living was probably the first thing that popped right up. It can’t be changed. It’s out there for the world to see.”
“It’s actually the second thing,” my little girl confirmed before clapping a hand over her mouth. She blushed when she realized what she’d just confessed, and I barely kept from chuckling over that too.
“See?” I told my father. “Norah, does anything else interesting come up? Any prison records or other notable gossip?”
“Not really. An angry ex-girlfriend venting on an old Yahoo forum, but that’s about it.”
I nodded. I knew about the forum. “So, they took the first thing they found and made it front-page news. That’s kind of their job. And we don’t know that anyone here yesterday was the one to do it. All they had to do was print the story they were given, and anyone could have Googled it, found out I was a stripper, and run with it.”
The king settled weakly into his bed as he pondered this information. “I suppose that’s true.” He turned sharply, addressing Norah once more. “I command you to write a better story. Interview Mazi—get to know who he really is. Make him more sympathetic. Dig up everything good you can. You have the advantage, since you can get it all straight from his mouth. An insider’s viewpoint. A real intimate piece.”
Norah rolled her lips, refusing to crack so much as a smile when he said intimate. I wiggled my eyebrows at her suggestively. I had never been interviewed before, and I suddenly found myself excited at the prospect. Only because of who was going to be doing the interviewing, of course.
“I will make him the most appealing soon-to-be king the people of Osei could hope for. You have my word,” she promised solemnly. “You rest. Mazi and I will get to work right away, and we’ll take care of everything. In a few hours, we’ll have lunch together and I’ll show you what we’ve come up with thus far.”
Relaxed by her assurances, he lay back on his pillows and his eyes began to close. Either that, or his mini tirade had just exhausted him that much. It was easy to see where I got my temper, I thought, as I moved in to take his hand. I held it. Once upon a time, my father had had big, powerful hands. They were like mine, blockish with thick fingers. And yet, at the same time they were also frail, thin-skinned, and covered in age spots and wrinkles.
I found myself wishing I’d known this man back when we were both younger. Before I could stop myself, I leaned over his bed and kissed his forehead.
He didn’t open his eyes, but he did smile.
Norah smiled too, and I completely forgot about Jax’s watchful eyes following us as I took her hand and led her from the room. After all, we had an article to write.
* * *
“So, how intimate are we going to get with this ‘intimate piece’?” I teased, already kicking off my shoes before tossing myself up onto my back on Norah’s bed. We were in her room for a change, but it had pretty much the same layout as mine. Luxury bathroom, luxury kitchen (to date unused), and luxury king-sized bed not far from the balcony windows. I was not interested in looking outside. To be frank, my day had started way too early and with way too much drama for me to be interested in anything but the blonde woman, with that streak of violet in her hair, dressed in a black-and-white checkered Catholic girl uniform, currently making herself comfortable at the kitchen table.
She needed to come to bed so I could make love to her.
Norah, however, had other plans. Ignoring me completely, she was already in workaholic reporter mode as she pulled things from her laptop bag and began to set up a proper workspace. And this right here was why we should have gone to my room. Unfortunately, she had everything she needed.
I frowned as her laptop buzzed to life and the pages of her notebook flipped open. She had one pen in her hand and one tucked behind her ear. She was so cute with small framed cat-eye reading glasses perched atop her nose that my cock twitched, coming to life as it bulged and strained against the fabric of my slacks. I reached down and undid my zipper, letting the sucker breathe.
Norah didn’t notice, or if she did, her only reaction was to pull out yet another notebook. One of those pocket-sized ones, which she held in her hand with her pen poised to start writing.
“Okay, so this needs to be really good,” she told me, getting comfortable in her chair. “We need to dig deep and basically cover any and every good thing you have ever done. What were you like in high school? Did you make the honor roll? Student council? Debate team?”
I stared at her blankly, and she blushed.
“Right, um... how were you at sports?”
I had been on several teams, but I didn’t see how that would suddenly endear me to the public, especially not if they’d already made up their minds. At the moment, I really didn’t care, either. It was kind of ironic that Norah wanted to talk about my teenage self. Like most teenaged boys, right now I had only one thing on my mind and I would do almost anything to get it.
When she finally glanced over at me, I nodded meaningfully at my bulging package. “You know, this is kind of boring over here all by myself. How about you relocate over here so we can make this more interesting? For instance, you can write down your questions, and I’ll read them out and answer each one while you blow me.”
“Daddy!” She frowned, perilously close to pouting. She probably didn’t mean that look to be half as sultry as it actually was. “Can you be serious and not think with your dick for just one minute, please?”
I shook my head, tsking. “Sorry, no can do. I was having the most amazing dream earlier, but instead of being able to make it a reality, my phone summoned us to our first scolding of the morning. So you see, I’ve already been pretty darn patient about this.” I beckoned her to me with my sternest ‘Come to Daddy’ finger.
Rolling her eyes, she nevertheless set her notebook aside and stood up. Her hips worked that short walk from table to bedside. She was sultry, sexy, ultra-feminine. It was a look she absolutely rocked. My cock thought so too, right up until she sat down on the edge of the mattress beside him, took hold of my dick in her hand, and then stuffed me back into my trousers and zipped me back up.
I glared at her, unamused. “You’re no fun.”
She grinned. “I know, but this is important. It will make your father happy.”
Groaning, I rubbed my face. “Fine. If I give you the abridged version of my life story, then can we play?”
