Page 73 of Royally Rivalled

Those plans mainly involved staring at Astrid while we took combined office hours in the department lounge. I wondered how many people guessed what we were up to these days.Staring at her while I edited my dissertation was one of my favourite pastimes. Sometimes, she’d put a pen in her mouth while typing, which I found incredibly sexy. But, mostly, she had me feeling like a hormonal schoolboy. I blamed letting her sleep over at mine for that. It made a difference to wake up next to her.

Mum

I need to speak to you about matters with the estate

It’s your job, Parker!!!

Parker

Mum, calm down. Could you not ring me?

Mum

I DID!

Parker

Fine. I will meet you but I don’t have long. After office hours.

Our students handed in their assignments. I’d mark them during the office hours no one would attend. Astrid crashed next to me. I focused as she crossed her legs, uncrossed them, and re-crossed them. Amara rang her, and they discussed their weekend plans. Astrid fidgeted and chewed on her pen. All I could think about was burying my face in her pussy and making her scream. Ignoring her tormented me.

She hung up and turned back. “You want to grab a coffee after this?”

“Nah. I have lunch plans. Related to the estate,” I said.

“Oh, okay. Later?” Astrid whispered.

“Uh-huh,” I said.

She left. I texted her immediately.

Parker

Want to snog you like a desperate teenager

Astrid

I could tell

Parker

Do I need to do better?

Astrid

It’s painfully obvious but I adore it

I’d do my best to keep that going. Maybe it was evident that I was obsessed with her, but I didn’t care. It had been so long since a woman made me feel adoration wasn’t a waste. Astrid was so easy to fall for. She was beautiful, clever, and game. I was having far too much fun.

Putting that aside, I reported to the cafe and found my mother ordered her meal without waiting. It was typical—I was but a mere impediment. She stood only to give me a perfunctory kiss on the cheek. Everything maternal about my mother came from a place of obligation. I sat opposite her, trying not to look cross.

“What do you do these days?”

“Work on my thesis. Teach. Dodge questions about what happens after I graduate, mother.”

“You will return home to run the estate.”

“Yes, mother,” I sighed.

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