Page 38 of Royal Fling
“I will,” I said and pulled him close to me, pressing the small of his back until we were glued into each other, and I could feel the strain in his pants.
Before I knew it, he put his lips on mine and claimed my mouth. His tongue prodded for access, and I granted it to him, allowing the flutter of sensations from last night to awaken again and set my whole body ablaze.
Damn it, this was good. It could be even better than last night now that I knew who he was.
I didn’t know why, but knowing the truth, it added a sense of danger, secrecy, and lawlessness to our affair.
The bell rang again, and I startled away from August.
“I’m very popular today,” I mumbled. “It must be Beth. She probably forgot something.”
August took a step back and patted his clothes flat as I swung the door open, only to be shocked for thethirdtime that day.
“Dad? What are you doing here?”
“What kind of question is that? I came to check on my son.”
I stood there, still as a plank while Dad hugged me.
“Is that a friend of yours?” he asked, looking at August.
“Uhm…” I started and turned to the prince in the room. “That’s…”
“I’m August. I’m Lucas’s mother’s employer. I came to pick him up for dinner with Fisayo,” he said.
Gosh! That was thinking on your feet.
“Pleasure to meet you, August. I’m Paul, Luke’s dad.”
August smiled and shook my dad’s hand, yet I still couldn’t breathe properly.
“Dad, why are you here?”
“When you told us you met your birth mother and were going to have dinner with her… I just wanted to be there for you and to meet this woman. Is that so terrible?”
My shoulders shagged and my eyes slitted as I caught a whiff of why he made the trip here.
This woman.
He was worried again. Worried that I’d abandon my family for my “new” mom.
“You could have called,” I said.
Dad shrugged and dragged his suitcase inside.
“You would have told me not to come, and I’d already made up my mind. Besides, I’ve got a meeting here in a few days, so two birds, one stone.”
I closed the front door, and Dad clapped his hands together.
“Did you say you were having dinner? Mind if I tag along? I’d love to meet Luke’s birth mom.”
Before I could say anything, August nodded and smiled at my dad.
How had I gone from almost having sex with a prince for a second time to being on my way to dinner with my birth mom and my Dad while my hookup was in the room?
As my dad opened the door again and walked out, I turned to August and mouthed an apology at him before following my father.
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