Page 3 of Stalking Rose

Goddamn. She’s got curves. Mouthwatering, luscious curves. All the blood in my body rushes straight for my cock, leaving me lightheaded. I squirm in the fucking seat, trying to release some of the pressure building in my erection, but these tight goddamn jeans don’t give me much room to work with.

Her white blonde hair is pulled up in a high ponytail that shows off her lickable, elegant neck. My eyes roam down and stop at the huge mounds peaking at the neckline of her tight long-sleeved Christmas shirt. I’ve never paid much attention to the opposite sex, but in that moment, I become a tits man. My mouth waters as I imagine sucking on those beauties while my queen screams my name.

“Are you okay?” Forrest has that pinched I-need-more-fiber-in-my-diet look.

“No,” I answer him honestly and see the two men in the front seat spin around to see what I’m talking about. “I need to know everything there is to know about her.” I point out the window and watch as my queen walks by the SUV.

Getting my first look at her sweet ass is even worse for my poor cock. The fucker is at full-staff and growing. Visions of her laying under my tree wrapped in a big red bow run through my mind. I can picture the luscious blonde smiling up at me while I unwrap my present. This will be the best Christmas ever, once I make the gorgeous curvy girl my queen.

The driver takes off when the car behind us honks, and I almost roar my displeasure at leaving her behind. I force myself to maintain control while Forrest does his fucking job. My focus just shifted as the rug was swept out from under me.

Finding and keeping my queen forever just became my main priority.

“Goddamn Silver Spoon Falls water,” Giant groans. “I forgot it works through skin. This shit is getting crazy.”

What in the hell is he talking about? I feel like I landed in the Twilight Zone when I arrived in this crazy town last week. I thought I would look forward to going home, but I just found my soulmate in Silver Spoon Falls. The thought of an ocean separating us is unacceptable.

* * *

Before the plane takes off, Forrest receives a text. “You aren’t going to believe this.” He glances up from his phone. “Your girl is from Belldonnia.”

What in the hell? Not many people from our small country immigrate to other countries. Between our brisk economy and very progressive social agenda, Belldonnians are usually quite content in our country.

“Do I know her?” I can’t believe I’d ever forget her.

“Rose LeBlanc.” The name is vaguely familiar. “Elliot LeBlanc’s only heir.” Bloody hell. Her grandfather was a well-known factory owner in Belldonnia. The old man might’ve been a fair man and hard worker, but he failed to plan for the future. His young granddaughter had no interest in the family business, and Elliot never named a successor. His death a year ago left his company in turmoil. To keep the company afloat, my father hired an outside firm to step in and take control before LeBlanc Textiles was gobbled up by some foreign corporation. Technically, I support the younger LeBlanc with the proceeds of her grandfather’s company. That complicates things, but I won’t let the news stand in my way.

“I want a full report on her by the time we get home.” There are advantages to being a king. Having a full staff ready to do my bidding at the drop of a hat is helpful.

* * *

The next night, I’m sitting in my parlor and fighting to keep my eyes open. Bloody jet lag is a killer. I’m reading over the report on Rose for the hundredth time today, looking for a way to get her back to Belldonnia. The girl is twenty-two years old and we’ve never met, but I’m technically her guardian. I could request her hand in an arranged marriage, but something is holding me back. I want my soulmate to choose me.

“What can I do to help you?” Forrest pours us each a drink before sitting next to me. He’s been hovering over me like a mother hen since we returned from Silver Spoon Falls. This is the first time I’ve ever acknowledged a member of the opposite sex, and my friend is worried something is wrong with me.

“You can find a way to bring my soulmate to Belldonnia.” My friend sips his drink silently for a few moments while I debate my options.

“Last week, you were convinced that you didn’t need a queen. Now, you’re ready to kidnap this girl. What the fuck happened?” I think I’ve thrown my friend and advisor for a loop.

“I honestly don’t know, but I do know that I’m dying without her.” It’s fucking insane, but this girl occupies every molecule of my being. I had Giant find all her social media posts. He found a video of her discussing an assignment in one of her college classes. I’ve watched the motherfucker so many times, I’m pretty sure the image is burned into my brain. Her soft, sweet voice is enough to make me lose my mind with wanting her.

“Let me have a day or two to think about this.” He turns to me and blows out a deep breath. “We need to find a way to make sure this doesn’t become an international incident. You have diplomatic immunity, but I don’t really want to go to jail for helping the king commit a crime.”

It’s easier said than done. When Milly decided to stay in Silver Spoon Falls, she convinced her best friend to do the same. One of the Silver Spoon MC members, a pediatric surgeon, offered her a job in his office. Rose rented an apartment in a brand-new development, bought herself a car, and got a goddamn dog.

Giant arranges for three bodyguards to alternate shifts watching my girl. They will be pretty much stalking her every move to make sure she’s safe. Rose has no idea she’s under twenty-four-hour protection, but she will. Once I find a way to bring her back to Belldonnia, I’m going to convince her that we’re meant to be. My pursuit will upend the life she’s been building in Silver Spoon Falls. I should feel guilty, but I don’t. Ms. Rose LeBlanc stole my heart, so now she’s stuck with me. I’ll do whatever it takes to make her mine. Forever.

Over the next few weeks, I alternate my royal duties with trying to arrange a way to get my girl back in Belldonnia. I live for the daily reports that give me insight into her day. Each night, I lay in bed at night, dreaming about her.

Forrest gives me hell for my final plan, but I ignore the fucker. Besides, I’ve been watching her every move for weeks, and I’ve seen how hard she works. Rose deserves a fucking vacation. Even if it’s forced. I’m going to show her the time of her life and make her fall head over heels in love with me. I tell myself that, somewhere in history, there had to be a barbarian ancestor of mine who decided to take matters into his own hands instead of waiting for his mate to come calling. I’m going to follow his lead and kidnap my girl. If things go wrong, I have diplomatic immunity.

Chapter4

Rose

After the morning from hell, we’re finally on our way to the private airstrip near the Silver Spoon MC compound. “I can’t believe you’re leaving me.” Milly pouts. “For two whole weeks.” She’s laying the guilt trip on strong. I’m going to miss her and Princess, my dog, but I haven’t had a vacation in years. My grandfather didn’t believe in “wasted” time. He worked seven days a week his entire life. “What if I go into labor while you’re gone.”

“Melodramatic much?” I roll my eyes at my best friend. “You aren’t due for months.”

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