Page 1 of Learning to Love

Prologue

Dalton

My head hurts like a motherfucker, and my mouth feels as dry as a camel's ass in a desert storm. It must have been a good night, one of the best if I feel this rough. I turn over in my plush, super king-sized bed—none of that four-poster crap for me, despite the fact I live in a palace. I'm too tall for them.

The warmth of a silky, smooth body hits me. Reaching out, I trace the person's outline with my hand, and soft curves feel warm under my fingertips. A feminine moan goes straight to my dick, and it hardens instantly, ready to perform as always. Behind me, another lamenting sigh comes as I disturb a second woman in my bed. Yes, it seems as though I had a good night. I grind my hard cock against the backside of the woman in front of me, and she lets out a lust-filled groan.

"Don't get any ideas." The stern voice of my father blasts into the lascivious intentions filling my mind. "Get them out of here," he orders, and I reluctantly open my eyes as the girls scream on either side of me when our royal security grabs them.

Both my mother and father stand at the end of my bed. The rich purple bedding is all tangled up but covers my vital area, thankfully. I don't need my parents to see my dick. My mother lets out a dramatic sob, and I want to roll my eyes. It’s all an act—she couldn't give a toss what I get up to. Just as long as I don't damage her precious family name and prevent her from downing the finest wines every night until she passes out. It's my father's face that concerns me most. It's as black as the night, filled with thunderous intentions. I do a quick mental check in my brain to ensure I didn't cause any significant trouble last night. Previously, when he found me and a few of my affluent friends swinging on the antique chandelier in the ballroom, he told me I was walking on thin ice.

"Mother, Father?"

I lower my head in deference because they are the King and Queen of Janastria, a small province in Eastern Europe. We aren't a world power, but we do have financial riches, which gives us some say on the global scene and allows me to possess pretty much anything I want. Well, there have to be some benefits to being a prince.

"Get up," my father states… no, he commands with menace. I have no choice but to obey him as I slide from the bed, making sure to keep the sheets in place over my manhood. My head spins, and vomit pools in the back of my throat. "Oh, for fuck's sake."

My father waves his hand at one of the guards. The man quickly grabs a trash can and holds it in front of me, just in time, as I empty the contents of my stomach into it. Fuck, I did drink a lot last night. I try to remain standing as I turn to my father and wipe the back of my hand across my face, but my legs give way, and I sink down onto the bed.

"Sorry I think I overdid it a bit last night." I offer a sheepish grin.

It doesn't buy me any traction, and my father comes closer to me, waving away the guard holding the can of my vomit.

"That is the problem, Dalton. You overdo it most nights, drinking until you pass out. You perform stupid acts that are likely to get you injured, and you sleep with untold numbers of women. You're an embarrassment to our name, and it's going to stop.Now!"

All right, I admit I'm letting loose a little bit, but my father makes me sound like I'm a degenerate. At the moment, I’m kicking back and enjoying life, but when I become king, I'll settle down and do my duty—I'm not going to disrespect the country I rule.

My father's personal secretary stands next to him. He's a fussy man but trustworthy. Mr. Hinchbottom, or Hinchbootie as I like to call him to annoy him, hands my father a cell phone. My father turns it to face me. It takes a few minutes for me to realize what I’m witnessing.

Fuck!

Shit!

And so many other words to that effect in any of the six languages I spent an extraordinary amount of time studying as a child.

I'm in big trouble.

On the screen, my naked ass can be seen pumping up and down as I plow with spectacular rhythm into a brunette, whose tits are bouncing in time to my thrusts. My dick instantly gets hard as it remembers the particular incident from last week. I think I came so hard that night I passed out for a full day. She had one of the best pussies I've ever been in.

"What do you have to say about this?" my father asks.

"You can tell the woman is having a good time. I'm sure it will win the men of our family bonus points as fabulous lovers," I reply, knowing I'm in big trouble but no longer caring. I really want a bacon sandwich right now and a couple of Advil.

"It won't win us any bonus points," my father spits at me in disgust. "It will destroy the good name our ancestors worked so hard to build. I can't believe you've become such an ungrateful brat. God, if I had any other children, I would've disinherited you ages ago, but I have no other options."

My father unceremoniously hands the phone back to Hinchbootie. There follows a few awkward seconds of silence in the room while my father's personal secretary tries to stop the noises of rough and ready sex coming from the phone. My mother lets out another one of her sobs. It would be touching if I didn't know she's secretly counting down the minutes until she can get back to her apartments for her Bloody Mary breakfast.

"Enough is enough," my father slams his hand down forcefully on the edge of my bed. "You'll get dressed immediately and will be leaving here today."

"Leaving?" I question, not sure what he means.

"Yes, you're too much of an embarrassment to remain in the country at the moment. Parliament is calling for your head over this. It's time to send you into exile for a while until you learn how to behave like a true prince."

All I hear is the word 'exile'. When you're a member of a royal family, that’s an alarming word—it spells big trouble.I'm in shit up to my eyeballs.

"I promise I'll stop messing around as much. You have my word," I plead.

"I’m sure I do have your word…until tonight, when you get drunk again and create another national embarrassment."

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