Page 105 of Royal Fling
“Go on, Luke. I'll take over,” she said.
So I did.
Nikolas was right outside, standing next to a black Mercedes and wearing his biggest smile.
“Nikolas!” I ran up to him and hugged the old man. “Is there anywhere you don’t drive this big baby around?”
He chuckled heartily, and we both felt August’s glare.
Nikolas opened the door for us, and we jumped in the backseat.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
August shrugged and looked from me to Nikolas.
“You decide.”
I took a deep breath and stared at him.
“That depends. What are you doing here?”
“I told you. I’m here to win you back,” he said.
I readjusted myself on the seat so I could look at him without straining my neck.
“Which means what exactly?”
“Whatever you want it to mean,” he said. “If you want to be with me, I’ll do… whatever you want.”
Was he just saying that? Or did he mean it?
“Do you know why I turned down your proposal?” I asked.
That would tell me all I needed to know.
He nodded.
“Why?”
He sighed and sat back.
“Because I was being an idiot. I was proposing to shut down the press. And I made the mistake of also doing itin frontof them, too. We don’t need to be married to be together. I wasn’t thinking right. I was panicking. I should have sat down with you first and asked what you wanted—”
He didn’t get to finish whatever he was going to say next because I drowned him with my lips and my tongue.
He understood. He wasn’t stupid. He understood and he was here to make amends.
God, this was surreal.
“If you want me to give up the throne, I’ll do it, Lucas. I swear, I will,” he said.
And I knew he meant it. So I kissed him again. I couldn’t get enough of him. I didn’t want to let go. I didn’t want to risk losing him again.
“Let’s just… take things one step at a time, shall we?” I asked.
He nodded.
“Whatever you want. Whatever you decide, Lucas. My Lucas,” he said.
