Page 20 of A True King

The cool liquid calms me as I sip it. A million questions circulate in my head on autorepeat as the scenery below us becomes only ocean. Will I be tried for treason? Will I be arrested at all? Will he ever speak to me again?

I finish my drink; the alcohol goes straight to my head. The only food that looks good to me is the baguette that is on the plate in front of me. I nibble on a piece as I continue gazing out my window. It’s complete torture. I can feel the heat of his body next to me. I want to look at him, to steal one quick glance, but I’m too afraid. What if he’s glaring at me? Or worse. What if he’s completely ignoring me?

The flight attendant comes over to us.

“Can I get you anything else?” she asks us.

“No, thank you,” Christian mumbles.

I shake my head.

“The bedroom is available if you want it. I just turned down the sheets,” she announces.

“Thank you,” Christian mutters. I finally steal a glance at him. He’s reading something on his phone and isn’t even making eye contact with the flight attendant, who nods and quickly leaves us.

Without looking at me, he breaks the silence between us. “You can have the bedroom. I have things to do.”

He stands to allow me to leave. Hesitating, I stare into his eyes that momentarily make contact with mine before quickly looking at his phone once again.

I decide to take him up on his offer. Screw it. I might as well be comfortable for the night; lord knows I won’t be able to sleep. As I stand, the plane hits a rough patch of air and bounces. I stumble into Christian, who, I’m sure on reflex, grabs my arm to steady me. His hand stays wrapped around my forearm for a moment too long, making me miss the way he used to lovingly hold me.

When I gain my footing, I scramble toward the bedroom, my face flushed. The bedroom is the same as it was on all my previous trips. I wasn’t in here last time as the flight was short, but the time before…my thoughts trail off as I sit on the bed and remember it.

“Take a nap,” Christian urges. We are coming back from a trip to the Azores. The flight isn’t long, only a few hours, but we are both exhausted.

“Will you join me?” I ask, raising one eyebrow seductively.

Christian grins and leans closer to me until I can feel his breath on my ear. “The seven orgasms last night weren’t enough for you, princess?”

I blush at the use of this nickname because he has no idea how accurate it is. “What can I say? I’m insatiable.”

Christian smirks. “Well, then, I better accompany you. I don’t want my lady unsatisfied.”

I take his hand and he follows me into the bedroom. The bedroom is small and practical. It has a double bed and a nightstand on either side. There’s a small bathroom complete with a shower. Luxurious, but surprisingly, not the most luxurious that I’ve been aboard. A sheik once lent Christian his jet and the two of us spent nine hours christening all three bedrooms. It was insanely over-the-top. It looked like a palace that could fly. It had two floors. You heard that right, two floors.

We no sooner enter the room when Christian slams the door closed and pushes me against it. Our lips press together as he starts removing each piece of my clothing in a methodical but efficient manner. When I’m left only in my underwear, he steps back, licking his lips. His hair is a mess, and his eyes look wild. He’s hot as hell, and he’s all mine.

“Fucking hell, I’m a lucky man,” he murmurs before he takes off each article of his clothing, laying them neatly on a nearby chair, while never breaking eye contact with me.

When he’s vested of all his clothes, he steps toward me and slowly removes my last two scraps of cloth before he sinks to his knees and licks me. I nearly jump from his touch. He wastes no time in licking and sucking until I’m crying out, trembling under his ministrations.

Without warning, he stands, grabs me, and tosses me on the bed. He slinks over me and kisses me hard, my taste on his lips, as he plunges inside me.

I curl up beneath the sheets, wishing things were different, wishing he was lying in bed with me right now, wishing we were reliving that last time. But instead, I’m here alone, uncertain of what will happen when we land in Norddale.

Chapter Ten

Christian

The battle in my mind continues hours after Mia has gone to the bedroom. I’ve lost count of how many times I started to stand to go join her, partly out of habit and partly out of desire. Yet, each time, I stop myself. I trusted her with all of my being, and she betrayed me. A message pops up on my phone. It’s Anna.

Anna: How are you? For real, not fake prince shit.

My lips involuntarily lift into a small smile at her words. Since the day she was born, she’s brought a smile to my face. I took one look at the baby lying in a bassinet and vowed to protect her forever, yet here she is, protecting me.

Me: I…don’t know. Trying to figure it all out.

The phone to my right rings and I know before answering that it’s her.

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