Royal S.O.B. (A Bad Boy Romance) (20 page)

That
touch had electrified her.

It
was the first time he'd touched her.

Another
thought zipped through Addie's head at the speed of lightning: It was the first
time that any man had touched her that way.

Adelaide
was lying on her bed. It was night. The day had passed much too fast for her
liking. In fact, after they met at the Royal Gallery, it seemed like a blur to
Addie. Especially after Kenrick had reached out and touched her hand.

At
that instant, Addie was wet. It sent a sizzle through her body; she was glad
that she was already down, or else she would have collapsed right then.

What was this
attraction?
she wondered.

Was
this the feeling called love? She had felt a kind of infatuation for certain
men, but nothing came close to
this
.

Inadvertently,
her hand went to her bosom. Her breast felt soft, yet firm. At the thought of
the prince, her nipples turned taut. There was a slight twinge between her
legs. Her other hand reached for her pussy…

No man had ever reached
there
,
she said to herself.

This
was for him, Kenrick. This treasure she'd been guarding ever since she'd been
aware of its capabilities.

Her
hand gently rubbed over her vagina. It was hot.

How
would he react to her virginity? Would it work for or against her? A girl who
was twenty and still a virgin – would he take to that negatively?

Anyway,
it was her decision to lose her virginity to the man she loved. And she'd been
waiting. It was a long wait, but Addie knew in the end it would be worth it.

Whenever
she was caught thinking of him, of Kenrick, she could never sleep. This was
going to be another such night. And added to that was another factor now – her
innocence.

If it had to be anyone,
it had to be him.
And when it happened, sometime in the near future, it would be far more than
just sex – Addie knew. It would be way ahead of passionate lovemaking as well.
It would be the sex of the century, because she was a virgin, and he was her
stepbrother, and they were royals.

Who
was more qualified – and capable – to take her virginity than him? He was the
most eligible, the most handsome, and he had the biggest cock in the world.

She
paused a moment.

Imagine that huge tool
thrusting its way through her virginity!

She
would be writhing in pain, but twisting in pleasure, and experiencing God knows
what else. And then he would push and shove, propel and plunge, forcing it in
and driving harder and harder and harder…

She
realized that she was playing with herself, and stopped. That was not what she
wanted;
she wanted the real thing
.
From a real man. From a man like him.

Unexpectedly,
guilt consumed her yet again. The same questions of right and wrong, morality
and immorality, and good and bad came up. And she had no answers. Was her
conscience going to play spoilsport this way, each time she thought of him?

Sighing,
she turned to her side in bed, almost in a fetal position. Her legs were tight,
with no space in between, perhaps as a reflex action to her remorse.

But
that was how she preferred it – legs tight. She was Addie, she was not giving
herself away to just anyone. It needed to be a special someone. And that
someone would have to earn her.

Would Kenrick be that
man?
Her heart said so.

That
mesmerizing moment – when his hand touched hers – came back to her. She could
figure out that he was acting on instinct; it was not premeditated. It happened
in a flash, yet it lasted forever.

She
felt flushed all over. What a touch that was! And what a specimen of manhood he
was! The fact that he was the prince, the heir apparent to the throne, and the
future king, was merely incidental. First and foremost, he was the greatest man
she had ever seen. And she was fortunate to know him and meet him, and to have
him like her. For that, at least, she felt a weird sense of gratitude for the
royalty – they had taken her in as one of them, after all.

But.

Hold
on.

Wasn't this the web of
charm he spun around every woman he met?

That
thought sent a shudder through her spine. This was the smooth operator in
action, his skill so superior, the victim was sucked into the web without her
knowledge.

This
was probably what every woman felt when meeting him. This was what every woman
experienced at his first touch. This was what every woman went through at
night. None of this was new.

In
seconds, her exhilaration turned into revulsion.

So
that was what was going on. The 'romantic' prince had caught yet another prey.
And he was playing with it. He would tempt her till she finally bit into the
hook. And on the big day, the prince with the big cock would win.

Yet
again.

Well, my dear prince,
you got the wrong number this time
, Addie thought. This prey was slightly
different.

You'll see
, she spoke to Kenrick
in absentia.

*****

Next
morning, Addie woke up with a resolution.

She
would stop all the nonsense that was going on, buckle down and focus on her
studies. Exams were imminent, and this was no time to be fooling around –
figuratively
or
literally. Everything
could wait, including the prince, or Kenrick, or whoever. She needed to
concentrate.

With
that on her mind, she had an early breakfast and hit her desk well before nine
o'clock. She decided to put in a solid four hours with her books before lunch.
This was vintage Addie; the strong-willed, determined Addie. She had goals, and
nothing – or no one – would come between her and fulfilling them.

Just
before getting into her study, she switched off her mobile. Then she called her
governess.

"Mrs.
Bradford, please don't let anyone in."

"Very
well, my child," the old lady replied.

"I
need to study for my exams – they are less than two weeks away. So, strictly no
visitors."

"Even
if it is Prince Kenrick?"

The
old woman knew of Kenrick's habit of barging in without the courtesy of asking.

"Even
if it's Prince Kenrick," Addie said in an even tone.

Especially
if it's Prince
Kenrick.

That
surprised Mrs. Bradford. For she had heard from various quarters that the
stepsiblings were getting closer.

"The
thing is, Mrs. Bradford," said Addie by way of clarification.

"I'm
wasting enormous amounts of time, when I should be at my desk. Hence this
imposition on myself."

"All
right, my child," agreed the governess.

"I'll
order the door to be closed. And it won't be opened without your express
permission."

"Thank
you," said Addie, who stepped into the study.

"My
child," Mrs. Bradford called her.

"I
almost forgot. There's a note waiting for you on the desk."

It
sent a shiver through her being.

Addie
saw it. It was a sealed envelope with the royal emblem. She tore it open.

My Dear Addie,

It was with a heavy
heart that I went to sleep last night. But sleep evaded me. Your touch was like
a million explosions going off inside my heart.

I need to meet you –
urgently. I find the lounge in the Gallery the perfect place for our
rendezvous.

Let me know when.

Yours, and only yours,

Kenrick

A
cynical smile appeared on Addie's face. How many times could this man have
written a letter like this? She especially loved the sign off – only mine? She
crumpled the lovely royal stationery into a neat ball and dispatched it into
the ornate bin under her desk. That was where it belonged.

Then
she got down to her business as planned.

She
spent the next four hours with her books – studying, revising, referring to
articles on the Web. And Criticism, the subject she hated the most, began to
appear friendlier to her. Indeed, all one needed was application.

Of
course, you had to keep your mind open for fresh thoughts and new ideas to
enter. With focused engagement, there was no such thing called a difficult
subject. Anything and everything in this world could be mastered through an
open mind and sustained study.

Exactly
at one o'clock, she broke for lunch. She had six missed calls – four from
Kenrick and two from Cate.

"I
knew you would be studying," said Cate as soon as she picked up her call.

"Yeah,
I needed to get on that," said Addie.

"Lots
of rubbish going on lately."

"You
call it rubbish?" Cate teased.

"You
could be finding the love of your life."

"And
I thought you found yours," Addie returned the tease.

"Who
is this 'Pat' anyway?"

There
was silence echoing at the other end.

"Well?"
Addie prodded her.

"Oh,
it's nothing," replied Cate.

"We
happened to be living in the same neighborhood in our early teens."

"And
you happened to date each other back then, too."

"Ah.
Yes."

"And
you happened to be in love back then, as well."

"Of
that, I'm not so sure."

"So
it was a rekindling of forgotten love, was it?" Addie ignored what Cate
had said.

"I
wouldn't go to that extent," responded Cate, looking to escape from this
topic.

"By
the way, how's your study going?" Addie gave her that escape.

"Not
well at all," replied a relieved Cate.

"I'm
not as strong-willed as you are, as you know."

"Why
don't you come over then?" suggested Addie.

"It's
not combined study, don't worry. You do your thing, I'll do mine. We can even
sit at the farthest corners of the room if you prefer."

"No
need," said Cate.

"I
trust you more than myself. I'll be there by five."

*****

Post
lunch, she was back in the study. But Addie wasn't in luck.

Afternoons,
for her, were the most difficult. She was at her weakest at that time; sleep
was more powerful than her. Of course, it also depended on the kind of food
she'd had. That day she'd consumed pasta and had kept it light. But, despite
all that, she was dozing away at her desk.

Resigned,
she got up and crept on to a lounger and stretched herself. Within minutes, she
was asleep.

She
heard a faint knock on the door some time later. Getting up, she saw: Kenrick
was standing there.

Her
first reaction was:
Why did Mrs. Bradford
let him in?
Perhaps she could not stop him; he was the prince, after all.