After my workout, I hoped in the shower before going over to Eliza’s flat. Thinking of her heaving cleavage as I stood in the shower and feeling the warm water run over my body caused my dick to harden. I looked down and chuckled. It seemed as though it had had a mind of its own since I had turned thirteen years old. I couldn't control when it got hard and when it went down.
I washed my body and slipped my hand around the head of my hard cock. God, it felt good. I closed my eyes and pictured Eliza's ass in front of me. I gripped my dick a little tighter and began to stroke it up and down, from shaft to head. Reaching down with my other hand, I tugged my balls as I pictured Eliza doing it for me. “Mmmmm,” I groaned as I began to slide my hand a little faster.
I reached up and got the body wash and poured a little along the length of my cock and massaged it until I had worked up a nice lather. Shit! It felt so good. I was harder than a steel rod and dying to slide into Eliza's pussy. That wasn't an option at the moment, so my hand was going to get the job done. I closed my eyes again and thought about how sweet she smelled. I pictured her as she leaned over to get the paper from the table and how her tits almost fell out of the tank top. I could see her hard nipples in my mind as I stroked my cock faster and faster.
I tightened my grip as I slid my soapy hand up and down the length of it. “Oh fuck! Oh, oh!!” I yelled. I gave it one last jerk as I felt my knees almost collapse. I had come all over my shower wall and floor as I jerked back and forth.
“Fuck!!” I yelled. God, I was out of breath, and my arm was tired, but I was less tense and more relaxed. Now maybe I could go over to Eliza's flat, talk about the project, and not want to fuck her brains out tonight. Hell, after what I just did, I could probably sleep next to her naked body and not be able to do anything. I laughed. “Yeah, right. Who are you kidding? You'll have another hard on before she gets the damn door open.”
It was true. I had gotten accustomed to having at least four erections a day as a teenager. I counted eight in one day when I was sixteen and Mum had hired a sexy new tutor named Mona. She was blonde with blue eyes and the biggest, bounciest tits I'd ever seen. She wore tight mini-skirts, and I was pretty sure she was opposed to wearing underwear because I thought I saw her bare pussy one day when she was sitting in front of me and Abigail. Needless to say, that night I jacked off so hard I thought I'd pass out. She didn't last long as our tutor, though. Mum had requested that she dress in a uniform, as was customary of all school staff, but Mona had refused, stating that she felt too confined in it. I was on Mona's side; I wanted her to keep wearing those tight blouses and short skirts. In my young mind, I actually thought I could somehow end up fucking her one day, or at least I had hoped I would.
***
After getting dressed and putting on the cologne that Edward and Maggie had gotten me for Christmas a month ago, I took one last look in the mirror and headed out the door to Eliza's place.
Wanting to thank her for being a good hostess, I stopped at the local florist and got her a bouquet of flowers. I made sure the florist wrote “To Mum,” on the card so that anyone who was watching and wanting to sell a story to the tabloids would be disappointed to find out that the Prince was buying flowers for dear old mother.
As I got back into the car, I motioned for my security detail to go. I hated having them around me at all times. I had gotten used to them, of course, and most of the time I didn't really notice that they were there. Times like this, when I wanted to just go to a girl's place and be a regular teenager, I couldn't. It bothered me that this was my life, but what was I to do about it? There was no escaping it for me.
I had always heard Edward say when he counseled me on the ways of royalty, that celebrities were in the spotlight because of choice, but we, on the other hand, were born into it. We had no choice, but papers and news outlets didn't respect that fact. God, how I wished they would just leave us be.
Arriving promptly at seven, I waved to my team as I entered the building, and they went back to their cars. I rang her apartment, and she buzzed me in. When she opened the door, I thought I would faint. There stood the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She was wearing a white blouse that had small pink flowers all over it and pink capri pants that fit her like a glove. Her hair was up again, but some pieces of it were down and resting on her delicate neck. She was breathtaking.
“Hi,” she said with a perfect smile.
“Hello, gorgeous,” I said confidently. “These are for you.”
“Aw, thank you so much. They are so beautiful. Pink is my favorite color.”
I smiled. “I know. I saw the things in your bedroom last night and kinda figured it was.”
I prided myself on being observant as it was a necessary trait for success. Or in this matter, making Eliza pliable to my charm.
“How sweet,” she said as she tiptoed and planted a kiss on my cheek.
“Thanks.”
“Well, come on in and take off your coat. Dinner is almost ready.”
“Dinner?” I was confused. “Who is cooking?”
“I didn't want to order another pizza, so I am cooking for us tonight.”
She smiled and walked back into the kitchen. I took a seat on the couch and looked around at the small flat. It was decorated so beautifully that I thought there was no way this girl could be as poor as Clayton said she was.
Clayton. Shit! She was gonna want to talk about him tonight, and I didn't have the foggiest idea what to tell her about him and his issues.
“Here you go,” she said as she returned with what appeared to be champagne.
“Champagne?” I asked, a little confused.
She giggled. “Nope, white grape juice,” she said with a smile. “That stuff last night made us both sick, so I wanted to steer clear of that tonight. We really need to work on our project. You know four months is going to fly by before we know it. I would rather have it completed and waiting on the last day of class than to leave it until the last minute.”
“I agree. I hate putting things off. I prefer to do things right away and have breathing room, so to speak, to relax.”
She raised her glass, and we clinked them together and had a sip. The way she looked at me in that moment nearly brought me to my knees, and I knew then I was falling for her. Everything she said made perfect sense to me. I knew that I had found my Miss Right, just like Edward had many years ago with Maggie. He once told me, “When it's right, you just know it.” Well, I could feel it in my entire body. Eliza Noble was going to be my Miss Right.
***
Dinner was wonderful. She fixed roast, potatoes, and gravy. She was a great cook, a skill I was sure she had learned from her mother. It was one more thing I could check off my list of what she did well.
We chatted over meaningless topics over dinner and even after when we cleared the table and cleaned the kitchen—a task I wasn’t acquainted with. It amazed me how carefree I was around Eliza, and even more so how she didn’t put on a front like most girls would have when in the presence of a Prince. She was herself, and I appreciated that.
“So are you ready to tackle the project?” she asked, drying her hands on a crisp white towel.
I really wanted to tackle her, but I agreed with her about the work instead. “Of course.”
We both took out our laptops and situated ourselves at on the couch, sitting side by side as we did research. We worked relentlessly, well into the night. There was no conversation of family, nor hobbies, nor anything fun. No, this was all business.
***
“Okay, I think we've gone as far tonight as we can,” she said as she saved the document and closed her laptop.
“Yes, I agree.”
She leaned back onto the couch and let out a sigh. “I am tired,” she said.
“Me too. Would you like for me to go?” I asked, hoping that she would say no.
She sat up and looked at me with a slightly hurtful look. “No, of course not. Why on earth would you think that?”
“Drew, you're certainly not going to wear me out just by sitting here and talking. Besides, there is the matter of your friend, Clayton I believe his name is, that we need to discuss.”
Damn! I was hoping she’d let this die, or maybe she’d forgot or considered it wasn’t worth discussing. No such luck it would seem. There was no getting out of it, so I may as well just tell her the truth.
“Eliza, I’d rather protect you and handle Clayton myself. There’s no sense in upsetting you, because I'm afraid that you're not going to like the situation at all.”
I intended to be as gentle as possible but as truthful as I could be as well. I didn't want to hide anything from her. Honesty was the most important aspect of any relationship, and I wanted her to know that was what I believed in if we were going to move forward.
She turned to face me on the couch, bringing her legs up and crossing them in front of her. “I can handle it, Drew. You’re willing to protect me, which is honorable, but from what, I have no idea. I do appreciate your honesty. So please, you have my undivided attention.”
I raked my fingers through my hair and sighed the frustration out in one breath.
“There is no easy way to tell you this, so I'm just going to go ahead and say it.” I cleared my throat and began. “Clayton told me that he doesn't think that I should be seeing you, except for our project.” Good, there was the “what,” now she would want to know the “why” aspect.
“Why?” she asked calmly.
“It's complicated. Clayton believes that you are poor and it would be unbecoming of me, the Prince of England, to be associated with you.” I said as I made air quotes with my fingers.
Tears filled her eyes immediately.
“Oh, God, Eliza I'm so sorry,” I said as I put my hand on her knee. “I didn't mean to hurt you. I am so sorry. Please forgive me.”
Tears fell from her face and hit the cushion between her crossed legs. “I had no idea that was the reason. I should have figured it out, though, based on his actions,” she said, speaking of Clayton.
She wiped her face with the back of her hand. I felt like a piece of shit for telling her, but I honestly thought she would laugh it off and tell me that she was from a middle-class family and that would be that.
“Eliza, I am truly sorry,” I added, hoping she would tell me that she was okay.
She shook her head. “You're fine, Drew. It's not your fault. But Clayton is right. I come from a working class family who was poor. We scraped for everything we have. I've already told you about the jobs I worked just to earn enough money to get to Whitby.”
She sniffed and reached for a tissue on the table next to the couch. Wiping her eyes and face, she turned to me and spoke again.
“Drew, if you want to just do the project and not have anything else to do with me, I completely understand. Just let me know up front.”
What the hell?! “Have I given you any reason to believe that is what I want?”
“We-well, no…” She stumbled over the words as the reached for a tissue.
“Because you are in line for the throne, and I am a poor commoner from the wrong side of town. I know how this will all end.”
I took the tissue from her hand and brought it up to gently dry her cheeks.
She knew nothing at all.
“I have no interest in being only your study buddy. I’m interested in you, Eliza. I want to see where things go.”
“Yo-you what?”
“Why do you think I didn't request Haddish pair me with a different partner?”
She shook her head as if she had no idea.
“I wanted to get to know you. From the moment I first laid eyes on you at the café, I’ve felt this unmistakable connection with you. When you showed up in class, Anthropology of all courses, I knew then the gods were shining down upon me. How could I get so lucky to be graced with your presence twice in the same day without it being fate?”
She smiled through the tears, shaking her head as if in shock. “And you’re sure?” she asked.
“Without a doubt,” I reassured her.
“Clayton is right, Drew. I don’t belong in your world.”
“This is no one else's business, except ours.”
“I'm so glad to hear you say that.”
She leaned into me, wrapping her hand around my waist. She felt good against my body, and I didn't want to let go.
“But,” I said as I pulled away momentarily, “there is something very serious that you need to think about.”
“Okay, what?”
“You know who I am. You know how my family and I are followed everywhere we go, and you see how we are scrutinized for every word we say.”
She shook her head in agreement.
“We should try to keep this just between us and as low key as possible. I don't want you dragged into the press any sooner than you have to be.”
“Okay, Drew. I trust whatever you say.”
“Alright, now please don't take this the wrong way,” I trailed off. I dreaded what I was about to say to her.
She nodded. “Alright.”
“For now, we have to pretend that we are just project partners and nothing more. We can speak in Haddish's class under the guise that it will be for project purposes only. But if we are seen hanging out together in the commons area or having lunch, the paparazzi will make both our lives a living hell. Trust me, they did it to Edward. I don't want that happening for you and I before we even see where this will go. So, for now, let's keep it sacred between us.”
She smiled. “I say, yes, lets. It's more fun that way.”
Chapter 10
Eliza
Dear Journal,
I can't believe that only three weeks ago, Drew revealed his feelings for me. This is more than a dream come true—it's every girl's fantasy. I'm smiling and swooning over him as I write this. I would never have thought that the Prince would tell someone like me that he's interested in dating them.
If this is a dream, then I hope I don't wake from it. I'm absolutely on top of the world with happiness, and I want to stay this way forever.
P.S. I still haven't told him that I am a virgin because he wants to take things slowly anyway. I'm in agreement for the most part, but when we kiss and he touches my body, I can feel myself at the point of giving in. If it weren't for his seemingly solid willpower, I would have already given myself to him. I think I'm falling in love with the bloody Prince of England!!
I'll be back soon with more details.
In the two months since I'd met Drew, my life had taken an entirely different direction. No longer was I the boring girl who spent every waking moment studying and going to school. Now I was the excited, happy girl who spent almost every waking moment thinking about Drew and what could possibly happen between us.
I looked forward, with anticipation, to his visits at my flat when we worked on our project, although he didn't come nearly as much as I would have liked, but at least he was coming. His rugby practices had started a couple of weeks ago, and he was devoting much of his time to that. But I didn't care because he texted me every chance he got. It was mostly just to say hi and ask how my day was going, but I looked forward to hearing the ding of incoming messages because I knew exactly who it was from.
I tried to keep my mind on my psychology homework, but I found myself drifting away from my studies with thoughts of Drew kissing me.
“Mmmm,” I said aloud, which immediately caused me to snap out of my fantasy. “Come on, Eliza, you have got to stop with this nonsense. You are a grown woman, not a child!”
I tried to continue reading my chapter, but before I knew it I was right back to fantasizing about his arms wrapped around me and how good he always smelled. I wanted
him terribly when we were together, but we had agreed that was a road we couldn't travel down just yet.
As I sat at my desk, I picked up my pen and began to doodle our names together on a piece of paper.
It was as if I had been in a dream again and was writing without realizing it. What was I doing writing Prince and Princess? First of all, I was dreaming by thinking that Andrew would ever take me as a wife and secondly, everyone knew that when a Royal married a commoner they didn’t get the title of Princess, only Duchess. But it didn't matter anyway. There was no chance that Andrew would ever ask me to be his wife. I was only daydreaming.
“Back to reality, Eliza. You have a ton of homework to get done.”
***
After almost three hours of nonstop studying, I decided that it was more than past my bedtime, so I took a shower and put on my pajamas. I was intent on getting some sleep that night because I had been burning the candle at both ends. With a heavy class load, tons of homework, and making time for Drew, I was hardly getting any sleep at all.
My parents were upset that I seemed to just disappear out of their lives, but I tried to explain that university required my full attention. Each time my father called and questioned me as to why I had been absent from our regular Saturday evening dinners, I had to think of yet another fib to tell him. I sure wasn't going to say that I was secretly seeing Prince Andrew Harrington.
No, that would have been like fresh blood being thrown into the shark-infested waters of the tabloid pool where my dad worked. He could never know that I was keeping company with Drew or that I even knew him.
As I lay in bed thinking of my crush, I wondered what exactly it was that he saw in me, a commoner. Andrew had access to any woman he wanted, and yet he seemed to want me. I couldn't understand why, although it hadn't really crossed my mind much until a couple of days before when I saw him talking to Lady Poppy Abingdon in the hall at school. My heart sank when I walked around the corner to find him smiling and laughing with her. I wondered what she was saying that had him feeling so joyful, and I felt a tad jealous. Poppy's father, the Duke of Cheshire, had always been well respected throughout all of England and most other countries. They were a wonderful family of whom I had never heard anything bad being said. Poppy was more the type of girl that Drew would marry, so I found myself wondering once again that day what exactly he was doing with someone like me. Was he slumming it just to see what it felt like to be with someone who was regular? God, I hoped not. That would hurt me to the core of my being.
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