Page 43 of Royal Fling
Because even though I’d only known August for a few days, I wanted to spend all my time with him, so the idea that this wouldn’t last was painful.
I wasn’t one to get easily attached. Years of dating had taught me that if guys didn’t want me to satisfy a racist kink, they wanted me to be someone I wasn’t. I was too top for some of them, too effeminate for others, and too dark-skinned for the odd few.
I’d accepted myself and who I was a long time ago. Too bad the rest of the gay population of my town and the one next door hadn’t gotten the memo.
Sometimes I was butch as fuck, sometimes I was practically a screeching queen, and other times I dressed up in women’s clothes and performed on open-mics night for the thrill of it. And I was okay with all of these facets of myself.
Beth’s eyes narrowed, and she chewed her lip before she spoke.
“Then sweetheart, you are stronger than I am. I don't think I could ever start something I couldn't bear to lose. It's hard enough with normal everyday men. I can't even imagine the torture of having to go through that with someone I can never tell anyone about.”
I raised an eyebrow and put a hand to my hip. “Who said I’m not gonna tell. Of course, I’ll protect his secret, but darling, the whole of fucking Virginia will know I slept with a prince. I ain’t hiding that shit,” I said.
Beth laughed, and I buttoned up my shirt wondering if I was making a mistake. Beth had a point.
I shook the thoughts off before they clawed their way into my brain any further and refused to let go and put the matter to sleep.
I liked adventure, and August was an irresistible one. Just because he was a prince didn't mean I couldn't experience this, whatever it was, with him.
And yes, it was quite ironic that I grew up wanting to have my own Prince Charming and ended up sleeping with one. But who cared?
Fairy tales were for kids, not for grownups. Whatever young Luke may or may not have wanted didn’t matter anymore. I was an adult. And I wanted August.
“Anyway, enough about me. What are you up to tonight?” I asked her.
Beth tilted her head and pouted her lips.
“Seriously? You're going on a date with a prince. Whatever I do pales in comparison,” she said.
“Well.” I shrugged. “True, but I'd still like to be a decent human being and ask you what you're up to even if I don't give a rat’s ass.”
Beth gasped and threw more clothes at me.
“You know, you're so much ruder than your brother,” she said.
“I don't believe that for a second. Leo is quite the asshole.”
Beth rocked back and forth, nodding, and we both burst into laughter.
“So, how do I look,” I asked her while running a hand through my head. Even though I’d shaved my head before I left Cedarwood Beach, my hair was already growing. I’d have to ask mom if she knew a hairdresser I could go to.
Shit. Did I just call Fisayo, Mom? I hadn’t thought of her as more than my birth mother since I’d met her. And I hadn’t called anyone Mom since my own passed away.
“You look irresistible, darling. Now go and get yourself some royal dick.”
“Oh, Bethany, must you be so crude?” I said with a chuckle, and she followed me out of the bedroom.
A few minutes later, August arrived with a car, and Beth bid me goodbye.
He emerged from the back and immediately froze, staring at me from top to bottom, and those grey eyes burned holes into my body.
“You, sir, need to stop looking at me like that because I have half a mind to ditch the car and take you into my house right now,” I told him.
He smirked.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replied.
“You don’t, huh?”
