Page 14 of Brutal Prince

“Of course not,” she breathed, her eyes flicking back to her phone. The look of guilt was there for only a nanosecond, but it was enough for me to know the truth. Her perfectly manicured eyebrows narrowed. “Are you?”

“What?”

“Fucking anyone else?”

“Of course not, darling, you’re my number one…er one and only,” I meant to say. “But if you are involved in some sordid little fucked up affair, keep it out of my sight and more importantly keep it out of sight of our fathers’ and the hounding eyes of the media.”

Her finger flicked up to point at me. “Wait a minute? Am I to believe that you don’t care if I sleep around?”

I took my first sip of the Burgundy, letting the sweet, tangy flavor wash over my tongue and taking my time doing so. Making her wait was something I lived for. “You know the deal, Vic. Let’s not play dumb.”

“Huh,” playing with the corner of the menu that we haven’t even looked at yet, “I’m pleased to know where I…we stand.”

“You’re drunk already.”

“I assure you I’m not. Merely tipsy and eager to take advantage of the unspoken and unwritten arrangement we have here.”

“Be my guest.”

“You obviously don’t love me.”

“I do love you, dearly, Vic. You are so precious to me-” her phone beeped again, her fingers inched towards it, until I snatched it from her grasps. “Now, now, now what does this message say here?”

“Give it back to me.” She had her angry face on now and I soaked in her fury.

“Let me see who is keeping my girl distracted from the very expensive meal she has yet to order? Do you know how long it’s taken me to get a table here?”

“You said you got a table straight away,” she reached across the table to seize her device back, only for me to hold it out of reach.

“I did. I just said my name and what do you know, a table miraculously becomes available. I’m merely being dramatic, Vic. Now, let’s have a look at those messages?”

She got to her feet and stepped to my side of the table holding my glass of Burgundy over my head. “Try me,” she threatened.

“Well, you’re hardly going to threaten me with your own glass, since it’s empty?” I snuck a look at one message before I handed back her phone. It wasn’t the time or place to make a scene. The sender’s name was Bruno and he was asking to meet up with her. It didn’t seem romantic, however, the fact she was being so secretive about it got me concerned.

“So, Bruno?” I started. “Sounds like a big guy. Hairy, is he?”

She rolled her eyes. “I think I need another drink.”

The rest of the evening was a blast, she barely spoke a word and shot me angry, disgusted looks over the table. After dinner, we went our separate ways, and I summoned, Primis, my favorite wench, to fuck up the ass instead.

I got what I wanted in end and that’s the most important thing.

SEVEN

Gretta

His hand grazed against mine as we walked back to his car from the restaurant.

For a big guy, Ollie was gentle and patient, maybe a little too patient. I had a crazy busy day at work and was dangerously close to canceling my date with him, until Mom talked me out of it. In Mom’s eyes, Ollie ticked all the boxes. He ticked all my boxes too, except that I wished he’d just slam me against the wall and pummel me because that’s what I needed.

Like the perfect gentleman that he was, he opened the car door for me and climbed inside. This was the part of the date where it became awkward. The end. We had a lovely dinner with pleasant conversation, played footsy under the table, and was disappointed that he didn’t come onto me. Not once. Where was the dirty talk? I needed dirty talk. He didn’t even hint at me spending the night at his place.

My body was aching for someone just to lie on top of me. I needed that body heat and touch that I was too damn busy working, studying, and looking after Mom to receive. Jeez, I’m only twenty-one but felt like fifty-one already. And Ollie…at the prime of his life, alpha supreme, big beautiful football player should be throwing me over his shoulder.

“You’re not taking me home are you?” I finally said, since it looked like he was going in that direction.

He pulled up at a red light and turned to look at me. The orange glow of the streetlights set his dark hair on fire. I wanted him to kiss me so badly. “Where do you want to go?” he asked slowly.

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