Royal Academy

by McKenna James

  My heart stopped. I suddenly put it all together.

  “What?” I managed with a whimper.

  “He knows, Eliza, that your father works for the tabloid and that all of this is probably paid for because of stories he has written about his family. He knows!” he screamed. “He is finished with you. You are nothing to him but trash. I tried to warn him,” he said as he grinned. “But you know Drew; he wouldn't listen to me. I tried to tell him that you are a nobody and he needed to keep his distance from you.”

  He opened the door handle and walked out. Turning toward me, he spoke once more. “Maybe now he'll listen to his best friend, instead of his dick.”

  My heart sank as he walked down the hall because my only fear had manifested itself. Drew knew, and he was coming to tell me that he wanted nothing else to do with me.

  I sat on the couch and began to cry. It was my own fault. I had the opportunity to tell him, but I didn't. I was afraid of losing our friendship. Now, I had lost it all because Clayton told him first. Drew would never forgive me, and I had no one to blame but myself.

  The sudden knock caused me to jump, and I slowly walked over to the door, dreading seeing his face. I could almost feel the disappointment through the door between us. Part of me didn't want him to come in and part of me knew that he had to. My hand was shaking as I turned the knob and opened my fate.

  Chapter 13

  Drew

  My head was still pounding from getting drunk the night before, and my eyes had dark circles around them that looked as if I had been punched hard by a fighter and left with two shiners. I didn't care. The news about Eliza's father had hit me hard, and I felt that I deserved to go on a bender and get wasted. I had to, if for no other reason than to take my mind off of it all. Once I was sober, I would simply go talk to her and get it all worked out.

  “Did I wake you?” I asked when I heard her soft voice answer the phone.

  She explained that she had been napping. “I need to talk to you about something serious. I'll be over in an hour.”

  “Okay, I'll see you then,” she said.

  I hung up without another word because all I wanted to do was to get to her quickly. I had missed talking to her all day, and I wanted to be with her in person when we discussed this, and not on the phone. I wanted to see her beautiful round face full of freckles light up when she opened the door and saw me. I wanted to hold her small body against mine and feel safe from the outside world. I wanted to smell the aroma of peaches on her hair that took me back to the orchard where I played as a child. She was so much more to me than just a study partner or even a friend. Though I hadn’t known her long, she felt like home.

  The hot water running from the shower over my aching head felt good as I stood beneath it. I needed to hurry, but it was relaxing me and helping with my hangover, so I just stood stoic and unmoving, allowing it to work its wonders on me for a few minutes longer.

  I dressed rather quickly and splashed on my cologne that Eliza loved and headed out the door. My mind was fixated on getting to the bottom of the mess with Clayton so that we could move on.

  “Bloody hell!” I said when I saw Clayton's car leaving the curb beside of her building. “Has that ass been here hassling her?” I was livid at the thought of my best friend confronting the girl I was falling in love with.

  I reached for my phone to call him but decided that it was best to not get into a tussle with him at the moment. I would handle Clayton later on if he had, in fact, been at Eliza's place.

  There was a nervous tension laced with dread eating away at me. Asking Eliza about her father's job didn’t top the list of things I wanted to discuss with her, but it had to be done to clear the air between us. If we were going to have anything between us, honesty was a must. She’d already broken the trust between us by withholding that fact from me. She had to know I’d find out about her father sooner or later, and more so—how guilty she would look for not being honest from the start.

  I knocked on her door and waited rather patiently. The look of sheer terror on her face when she opened the door told me everything I needed to know.

  “Clayton was here, wasn't he?”

  She broke down into tears and dropped her head. She wouldn't speak, but her silence told me everything I needed to know. Sniffing hard, she began to sob. “Oh, Drew, I'm so sorry.”

  My heart broke for her. “Sorry? For what?”

  The look on her face told me that she was not expecting my reaction. She probably had expected me to act in the same manner that Clayton had most likely acted when he was there. I was giving her an out for her honesty.

  She sniffed and wiped her face with her palms. “For not telling you myself.”

  “I don’t understand why you felt the need to keep something like this from me, Eliza.”

  “I-I … I really wasn’t—”

  “It’s alright. I understand how that could have been a difficult discussion to have, and I’m not even angry with you.”

  “What? You're not?” She sounded confused and alarmed.

  “Not terribly so, no.”

  She shook her head, beyond confused at that point. “But, Drew,” she said as she took a seat on her couch. “My father is...” She trailed off.

  “I know who your father is,” I replied as I led her to the couch to sit. “I don't care. I mean, I do care in one sense, but what good does that do? It's not like you wrote those things about me or my family. You can't help what your father does for a living no more than I can help that my mum is the Queen of England.”

  I meant every word I said. Eliza wasn’t responsible for her father’s articles, and I wasn't going to hold it against her.

  “Oh my God, Drew,” she said as she let out what seemed to be a breath that she had been holding for weeks. “I can't tell you how this has worried me. I have wanted to tell you for over a couple of weeks now. I even tried one night, but I just couldn't.”

  “You do understand my disappointment, however?”

  “I do, and I hope you can forgive me for not being forthcoming with you. I do understand how this could have even been a compromising situation.” She looked down at her fingers that were nervously weaving a piece of string that she had in her hands. “Please know that I have not told a single person about you and I being study partners.”

  I smiled. “Study partners? Is that what we are?” I was teasing her, hoping it would cheer her up and make her grin. It was clear how stressed the misunderstanding had made her. It was all unintentional.

  “Well, yes. And...” she said, not finishing the sentence.

  “And what?” I prodded.

  “And ... well, you know.”

  “I do know, Eliza, and I want you to know.” I took her face in my hands and pressed my lips gently against hers. She tasted of salty tears and rose perfume. She was sweet with a bit of sadness.

  I pulled back and looked into her gorgeous eyes. “Eliza, I am falling in love with you. Don't you know that by now?”

  The smile on her face told me that she felt the same way. “I do know, Drew. Or, at least, I was hoping you were because I am falling in love with you too. I just didn't know what to do about it.” She wiped the tears from her cheeks. “I certainly didn't want to bring it up and scare you away.” She giggled. “I didn't want you to think that it was too soon or that things were progressing too quickly.”

  “Well, at first, it did kind of scare me, I'll admit. But I have never felt this way before, and I don't want to take a chance on letting it slip away.” I ran my finger through a curl that lay against her cheek as she smiled at me.

  She dropped her head and looked up at me out of the corner of her eyes. The look on her face and the slight grin on her beautiful full mouth was enough to cause me to become aroused. I had to talk to her about Clayton, so fooling around was going to have to wait.

  “There's something we need to discuss,” I said as I sat back and got comfortable.

  She must have realized what I wan
ted to discuss, because she dropped her head and wouldn't look at me.

  “Eliza, what did Clayton say to you?”

  She took in a deep breath and let it out.

  “He said that you both knew who my dad was and that you would wanted nothing else to do with me because of it.”

  “Is that all?” I asked because I knew him all too well to know that he had simply said those words without a snide remark against her standing in the community.

  “Well, no,” she said uncomfortably.

  “Go on,” I prodded.

  “He called me trash and a pauper, and said that you didn't need someone like me in your life.”

  She broke down sobbing when she repeated the horrid statements he had made. My heart was aching for her, but my hands were wanting to wrap themselves around Clayton's bloody neck and choke him.

  I could feel my blood pressure rising, causing my head to pound once again.

  “Eliza, put all of his ridiculous remarks out of your mind. I'll take care of him.”

  “But, Drew, isn't it true that I am a pauper and am not fit for a Prince?”

  The fact that she saw herself that way hurt me to the core of my heart. I hoped I had never made her feel like that.

  “You are Eliza Noble. You are a hard-working woman who made all of this possible,” I said as I pointed to her flat around me.

  “That's another thing. Clayton tried to say that my father's stories about your family paid for all of what I have. I swear, Drew, I have never accepted anything from him or my mother except that broken down pile of metal out there by the curb. I would never allow myself to take anything from my father because I knew that he had written terrible things that caused pain and turmoil to others in order to get it.”

  Eliza may not have come from much in the eyes of society, but she had morals and values. She was the perfect girl with the perfect standards. She was everything I had been looking for in a woman. She was my soul mate.

  “To hell with Clayton and anyone who can’t see beyond your upbringing, background, or so-called place in society. I love you, Eliza, and that’s all that matters to me.”

  “Oh, Drew, I love you too.” Her smile was brief, quickly fading to a glance of worry. “What about your friends? How are you going to reconcile the fact that you're dating a commoner when they are clearly against it? Clayton isn't going to be the only one to give you static about it. You know that everyone on your rugby team will have something to say. And...” Her mouth clamped shut.

  “What, Eliza?”

  She ran both hands over her face. “What about your mother and family? What will they say?”

  I sat back, knowing she had a point. Even though Clayton was an ass, we had been close for as long as I could remember. His opinion of Eliza would influence others to look down on her. It was a difficult situation that I had found myself in, but I would handle it. I had to because I loved her, and I wanted to be with only her.

  “I don't care what anyone thinks, Eliza. I love you. It will all work itself out when the time is right. As far as my mum and family,” I said as I took her hands in mine. “They will love you just as much as I do. Trust me, my mother knows people come from all walks of life.”

  Leaning toward her, I put my hand on her thigh and began to run it up and down. I wanted to be with her.

  “That's nice,” she said in a voice so seductive that I felt myself getting hard.

  I licked my lips and kissed hers, hard and long. I felt her hand on my crotch, and then I heard her moan. She knew I was ready for her. Without words, we continued to explore each other’s bodies slowly, delicately.

  I pulled my mouth away from hers and touched her long loose curls that hung around her perfect face. Her alabaster skin was smoother than any I had ever seen in my life. I caressed her cheek as she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. When she exhaled, she let out a faint, ever so slight moan that drove me wild. She licked her thick lips and tilted her head back as if she was taunting me. I knew she was enjoying being touched, but what it was doing to me was unlike anything I had ever experienced before with any other woman. I knew that was going to be the night we would celebrate our love for each other.

  I watched as she reached for the buttons on her white blouse and undid each one slowly, teasing me. Her breasts seemed to jump out before she got the last one undone, and I felt my dick spring to life inside my pants. I was aching for her body, but I wasn't going to rush anything. Tonight was going to be special because we were going to take our time to get to know each other.

  She reached up and pushed her hair back from her shoulders to expose her huge tits inside the white lace bra. She was freaking perfect!

  “Would you like to join me in my bedroom,” she asked in a tone that no man could refuse.

  I smiled. “Yes, I would.”

  She stood and took me by the hand, leading me to her bright white bedroom with the tiny pink flowers everywhere. It was as if it was symbolic of her purity. She was white and untouched, and her virginity was the tiny pink flower that I was about to pluck. I was so horny by that point that I could have come in my pants even if she had called the entire thing off.

  “Wait here,” she said as she walked toward the bathroom.

  I sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed my rock-hard cock to try to give it a tiny bit of relief. Hearing the door open, I looked around to see her standing there in a black lace see-through get up that took my breath away.

  “Damn!!” was all I could get out.

  She smiled, seemingly knowing what she had done to me. “Do you like it?” she asked.

  I grinned and laughed. “Come here,” I beckoned, urging her forward with my index finger.

  She walked over and stood in front of me. “Drew, you know that I am inexperienced, so if there is something you'd like, please let me know.”

  Her honesty and willingness to do what pleased me was heartwarming and made me want her even more than I already did. God, I loved this girl. “Relax, Eliza,” I said as I wrapped my hands around her bottom and pulled her toward me.

  I heard her moan as I began to trace the outline of her left breast with my tongue.

  “You like that?” I managed to say between licks.

  Her head fell backward. “Mhmm, I do,” she said.

  I took her firm, round ass in both hands and massaged it as I let my tongue slide down between her tits. “Oh,” she gasped, her breathing coming faster. My dick was harder than it had ever been, and I felt it leaking in my pants to the point of almost exploding.

  “Lean back,” she said as she pulled away from me.

  I let go of her tiny body and leaned back on her bed, resting on my elbows. I watched as she unbuttoned my pants and pulled down the zipper. My eager dick jumped out like a horse out of the starting gate in a race.

  She giggled. “Wow.”

  “Like what you see, sweetheart?” I returned.

  Her eyes widened. “Oh yes!” she said as she smiled at the sight of it.

  She pulled my pants and underwear down, exposing my dick and balls completely. I raised up and allowed her to pull them off and let them fall to the floor. There I was, exposed to her.

  Trailing her fingernails down my chest to my dripping cock was more than I could take. “I have something special for you.”

  She climbed onto the bed next to me and leaned over. The soft touch of her hair against my naked stomach took my breath. The moment she wrapped her full lips around my hard cock, I completely lost control. “Ohhh! Damn!” I cried out. “Eliza, I swear I'm going to come if you keep that up.”

  She laughed. “Well, if you do, then you'll just have to stay long enough to make it up to me. Hmmm?” she asked.

  “That sounds like a plan to me,” I said as I laid my head back onto the bed and enjoyed her hot tongue. She slowly slid it up and down the length of my shaft as she allowed her fingers to softly roll over my balls. I was in heaven. Even though Eliza was a virgin, she seemed to be a master at giving head.
Suddenly and without warning, she took the entire length of my cock into her mouth until it met the back of throat. She closed her mouth around my dick and with a light suction, she sucked upward like my dick was a lollipop until she reached the head, all the while never letting go of my hard balls. Her tongue swirled around the tip of my head, and it was more than I could take.

  “Eliza, I'm going to come,” I said in a breathless voice, barely able to get it out. My body jerked with the built-up pressure.

  She looked up at me with her sexy eyes and winked, giving me to the okay to release. She slid her lips to the base of my cock and sucked while rolling my balls in the palm of her hand. I couldn't take it anymore, and I released into her hot mouth. “Fuck, Eliza!” I yelled.

  She sucked me until I was empty, and my spine tingled.

  She smiled. “Did you like that?”

  Her innocent question was more than I could take. I wanted her still. My whole body wanted her; my heart, my mind wanted her.

  “Eliza, that was fucking phenomenal.”

  I raised up and pulled her face to mine, kissing her hard. I could taste myself on her lips, and it turned me on to think that my dick had been the first that she had ever sucked.

  I took her small frame in my arms and laid her down on the bed. The smile on her face told me that she was ready and willing to accept any gift I offered her. Taking hold of her left foot, I began to slowly massage it as I watched her lay on her back with her eyes closed. God, her body was gorgeous. Even though she was on her back, her tits were still standing at attention inside the black lace that held them. They were firm and round like small melons that I wanted to devour. I slid my hand up the inside of her leg and stopped just shy of her pussy. I felt her jerk thinking that I was going to touch her, but when I didn't she had a look of disappointment on her face. I knew what I was doing, though. I was going to tease her like she had done to me. I wanted her to beg for it before I gave it to her.

  She looked up at me and grinned.