Intoxicated Prince

by Tiffany Squires

  Intoxicated Prince

  By Tiffany Squires

  Copyright © Tiffany Squires 2019. All rights reserved

  Table of Contents

  Table of Contents

  Who is Tiffany Squires?

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Epilogue

  A Quick Message from Tiffany Squires

  Also by Tiffany Squires

  Who is Tiffany Squires?

  Welcome to the world according to Tiffany Squires. Where the men are hot, the ladies are willing, and the stories are very, very thrilling.

  Tiffany writes short, steamy romance for busy readers who need a little time out for themselves.

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  Prologue

  ‘Will you stop fidgeting,’ Mother chastises. ‘There are three more families to greet, and once we’ve spoken with the vulgar Theron family, you can have some fun.’

  We’ve been standing in line for over an hour. Cheerfully greeting the guests who have travelled from all corners of the globe to celebrate the marriage of my brother Drake, and the love of his life, Vanessa.

  Mother thinks I’m bored because the inability to contain myself is becoming clearer after every noble lord and lady we exchange pleasantries with. The truth is, the only person I’m interested in making small talk with is a certain member of the Theron family of whom she speaks.

  ‘I hope they leave the moment the formalities are over.’ Father grumbles.

  Mother jabs her elbow into his ribs. ‘You can behave yourself too, King Henry Henley. Smile nicely, accept that we had no choice but to invite them, and make the most of your son’s big day.’

  She then adopts her most regal smile and bows her head at Lady Bridget Uffington, whom I know she dislikes intensely.

  I smile inwardly. This is all fake. Nothing about it is true. It isn’t Drake’s big day. Today is all for show because Vanessa and Drake married in secret twelve weeks ago with just two witnesses. My family have rushed today’s charade through in a matter of weeks because Vanessa has royal baby number two on board and Mother can’t cope with anymore scandal.

  The toastmaster announces that King Theron of The Xanthos isles is next and hearing his name stiffens every muscle in my body. I look up in time to see him shaking hands with Drake. Father’s blood must be solidifying in his veins knowing that his arch enemy is within spitting distance and he must be respectful. But it’s not King Theron’s presence having such a strong visceral reaction in my body. It’s the person who is standing just feet away from him.

  I slide my eyes to the right to see if I can glimpse her. And sure enough there she is. Behind King Theron stands Queen Theron, followed by their three sons, Theo, Alex, and Seb. Then, last but not least, her. I can only make out a small slither of her dress, but it’s enough to confirm that she’s close by. Princess Chloe Theron. The most beautiful woman at today’s gathering, at any gathering, and the one person who keeps my spirit alive throughout the drudgery of royal life.

  It’s my turn to shake her father’s hand. A moment I’ve dreaded since this entire thing was arranged because if he knew what his only daughter and I get up to at every opportunity he’d rip it clean off. I keep my grip strong and steady as I wrap my hand around his. He keeps his strong eyes fixed on my face as he says his hello and then struts into the celebration as though he owns the place.

  Father must be fighting every primal urge to expel him from the palace. Our peaceful country hasn’t witnessed much war, but what war we have encountered has always had The Theron Family at its core. Our countries are at peace with one another now and have been since Father and King Theron were children but to say that tensions still run high would be an understatement. They are only here today because to not invite them would invite media speculation and everybody knows how the media influences the masses. And the last thing we need is mass hysteria.

  I bring my attention back to the line and bow my head at Chloe’s mother, Queen Theron. We exchange small talk before she joins her husband and I’m instantly faced with Prince Theo Theron. The man’s a prick of the highest order. Chloe speaks of him often. Well, of him and his ego. Nothing she’s ever said about him has endeared me to the man. He’s pinned his eyes onto mine in silent threat and for half a second I wonder if he knows what’s happening between his sister and me.

  ‘It’s lovely to see that your family are so willing to embrace commoners into the family,’ Theo says with a sneer. ‘Tell me, Felix. What is this? The second servant you’ve promoted into the ranks?’

  It’s all I can do to not knock the smug expression off his face with my fist. This is the first time I’ve met the man in the flesh and I really don’t think I want to be in his presence again soon.

  ‘It’s called modernisation. Something that if your family were to embrace, you may enjoy the successes you’ve tried to steal from others over the years.’

  The look in his eyes is murderous but his younger brother’s usher him into the party so the enigmatic Princess Chloe Theron is now standing just inches in front of me. The moment that I’ve eagerly anticipated since waking this morning. We’ve only been in such proximity to one another in public once. On that day, I dared to pass her my number, and she took a risk on me. She’s continued to amaze me with her courage ever since.

  I take her delicate hand in mine and graze my lips across her knuckles. She smells divine. Sweet and Floral. Perfumers the world over would kill to create a scent as unique as hers. ‘Princess Chloe,’ I say, unable to hide my smile. ‘I trust you enjoyed the wedding.’

  She keeps her face lowered but blinks up at me through her luscious lashes. ‘Yes, thank you, Prince Felix.’

  She’s masking her nerves with the skill of an Oscar-winning actress, but I can tell she’s beside herself with fear. Her hand is trembling under my touch and I’m desperate to get her out of here. To make the rest of her tremble under my ministrations.

  ‘Will your family be staying long?’

  The corners of her lips twitch as she tries to suppress a smile. ‘Our flight departs at 10.30.’

  So, by my calculations, we’ll definitely have the time for a rendezvous following the wedding breakfast. ‘Fabulous, have you visited the palace cove?’

  Her eyes flicker briefly to her family before landing back on mine. ‘I have, it is beautiful.’

  We’re pushing our luck now and eyes from both sides of the family are watching us like hawks so I drop her hand. ‘It is, it’s particularly beautiful at sunset.’

  She nods her understanding and disappears out of view. Three hours. I just have to hold it together for three hours before I can steal some precious minutes with her.

  Chapter One

  Felix

  Dinner was an utter drag. The speeches a bore. The small talk with people painfully time-consuming. The Theron family were seated at a table far, far away from The Henley family so no matter how much I strained my neck I couldn’t glimpse Chloe.

  Eventually, once the champagne was flowing freely and all the formalities were out of the way, I could slip away unnoticed. I lowered my head and made my way to the cove as swiftly as I could without drawing attention to myself.

  The cove has always been my favourite place at the palace. It’s been my sanctuary. Ever since I was a small boy, I would take myself off to the quietness of it and play away from prying eyes. The family barely ever venture down there anymore. Nobody does. It’s almost my secret den. So, as I skip down the
wooden steps half buried with sand I’m confident that Chloe and I will enjoy some stolen time together. Undisturbed. This is the third time we’ve met here so I know she knows her way.

  I’m watching the waves crash against the sandy shore and considering the vastness of the sea and the smallness of life when Chloe’s dainty hands cover my eyes.

  ‘Boo!’

  I spin around and lift her clear in the air. Her chestnut hair flies free and her face illuminates with joy. The woman is a wonder to behold and I thank my lucky stars that she has fallen as madly in love with me as I have with her.

  She yelps and smacks at my shoulders. ‘Let me go right this second, Prince Felix.’

  ‘I’ll never do that,’ I say, lowering her to the ground but keeping her close, not allowing an inch of sea air to come between us. ‘Not in a million years.’

  I lower my face to hers and our mouths meet. Our lips linger on one another’s momentarily before parting and our tongues collide. Hers is warm and oh so sweet. Chloe should be illegal. She’s so damn addictive. I pull her closer. Pressing my hardness into her stomach I thread my fingers through her silky hair and fist the lengths into my palm. Although the air is cool with sea spray, heat radiates through my entire body, energised by the willingness of my girl to give her love so freely to me despite the dangers it poses.

  ‘Felix, we must be careful.’ She pants into my ear as I nuzzle my face into her delectable neck. ‘They’ll miss us if we’re not quick.’

  ‘You know it’s the danger you love.’ I stoop lower and trail my tongue across her chest. Her body arches for me so I lower her to the ground and clamber on top of her. Her dress bunches up to her waist and her creamy thighs clamp against my waist.

  She groans and moans and thrusts her breasts into my chest. Her hips gyrate as she rocks back and forth. Rubbing her sweet sex against my hardened cock. ‘But Felix, this is too dangerous. Anybody could come at any second.’

  ‘So, tell me to stop and I will. I’ll do anything you ask of me, my love.’ I slip my hand between us and unbuckle my belt. Her fingers slide inside my trousers and wrap themselves around my painful erection. I groan. Totally and utterly at her mercy.

  It’s been torture all day. Knowing that Chloe was sitting in the same church as I, knowing that we were dining in the same great hall, knowing that she was so fucking close and yet not being able to speak with her.

  She pulls my dick free of its constraints as I pull her underwear to one side. Really, I want to pleasure her. With my fingers, with my mouth. I want to suck on her clit and taste her honey. But she’s right, we don’t have much time. With my lips still firmly attached to hers, I slide into her slick depths. I swallow her groans of delight as our hips crash against one another. I sink deeper and she groans louder. Before long her cries of ecstasy drown out the sound of the waves crashing against the sand and her inner walls clench at my shaft and milk me of all that I have to give.

  ‘I fucking love you, Princess Chloe.’ I growl into her mouth as I spill my seed deep into her depths. Secretly wanting today to be the day that I impregnate her.

  A smile spreads across her face. ‘No, you don’t, you love the thrill of having sex with the one woman in the world you shouldn’t.’

  I lift my face so I’m looking her square in the eye. ‘You are joking, right? There are a billion and one women I shouldn’t fuck. You are the only one I am supposed to. Morning, noon and night. Until we’re shrivelled up old prunes.’

  She giggles, and the action pushes my twitching dick from its warm and comfortable sanctuary.

  ‘That’ll never happen in a million years and you know it,’ Chloe says, kissing me once more. ‘This is as good as it gets Prince Felix.’

  She readjusts her clothes and I drop my head to her chest and sigh. I don’t want this to be it. As much fun as this has been, and it’s been a lot of fun, with a lot of fantastic sex in dangerous locations, I’ve had enough.

  ‘No,’ I say resolutely. ‘I want more.’

  ‘Well, I’m sorry but just this once you can’t have more. We need to get back to the party.’

  I roll off her and tidy my clothing. ‘I don’t mean the sex,’ I say. ‘Well, I do want more of that. What I mean is that I want what they’ve got. Drake and Vanessa, Magnus and Roxy, Brice and Madeline.’

  She crumples her forehead and glances in the palace's direction where my siblings and their spouses are enjoying the latest royal union. ‘What? Marriage? You want to marry me?’

  Chloe

  This was not what I expected. Yes, I knew that we’d be making love within two minutes of being together because we always do. It’s as though our most private parts are homing pigeons who are not happy until they're nestled back in their safe place. But a proposal.

  Nope. No. Naha. Never. He must be having a laugh!

  ‘Yes,’ Felix jumps to his feet and drags me with him. He clasps my hands in his and squeezes tenderly. ‘Yes, Chloe. I want to marry you.’

  My eyes search each one of his. I’m trying to find the joke. To guess the punchline. But his handsomely chiselled face is serious. He’s nodding and I think he expects me to nod with him but I laugh instead. ‘Jesus Christ, Felix. Did you flush your brains away with that orgasm?’

  Pain flashes across his face momentarily before being replaced by inspiration. He drops my hand and searches the ground for something.

  ‘Felix, you’re worrying me now.’

  He spots something and scoops to pick it up from the floor. Seaweed. He’s picked up seaweed.

  ‘Now, obviously I haven’t planned this,’ he drops to one knee. ‘But Princess Chloe Theron, I love you with all of my heart. I want the world and his dog to know. But, more importantly, I want our families to know.’

  I have no idea what to do or say and worry that he might be going slightly mad. He takes my left hand in his and wraps the seaweed around my ring finger before tying it in a bow. He tilts his face up to mine in eager anticipation and for a moment I consider saying yes. Fuck it. Let’s tie the knot. Sod them all. But there’s no way I can do that.

  ‘Felix, I’m sorry, but we can’t—’

  He shakes his head. ‘We can do whatever we please. Come on, Chloe. We’ve scurried around for months. I’ve had enough. I want you. And I want the world to know about our love.’

  My vision blurs. I’d love to marry him, and have his babies, and live together into our golden years but that just isn’t a possibility. He knows that. But how to tell him no without breaking his heart?

  I drop to my knees and cup his face in my hands. ‘Felix, our families will never allow it. Not in a million years.’ I cock my head to one side and try to blink back the tears pooling in my eyes but fail, instead, they roll freely down my cheeks. ‘My brother’s will kill you. Our fathers’ egos will rupture and cause world war three.’

  I compress my lips together. Unable to believe that I’m about to say what I’m about to say.

  Felix senses what is tinkering on the edge of my tongue and shakes his head vigorously. ‘No, no, no. Don’t you dare, Chloe. You cannot finish this.’

  He stands and I stand with him. ‘I must, Felix. For both of us. We’ve fallen too deep and now we must claw ourselves out. For the sake of everybody.’

  He’s holding my hand tight. Like he’s saving me from falling over a cliff edge. The truth though; is that it is I who is doing the saving. And in time I’m sure he’ll recognise that I’m making the right decision. I pull my hand from his and he lets go without a fight.

  ‘Please, Chloe,’ he says. ‘Forget I said anything. Maybe it’s the wedding that’s gone to my head.’

  I snake my arms around my body feeling a sudden chill and cast my eyes over the sea. The bright orange sun has dropped low in the sky; its reflection dances on the ripples. It's taking its heat and giving it to somebody else in another part of the world. A person who deserves its precious gifts. Because right now I sure as shit don’t feel worthy of them.

  ‘I’m sorry
, Felix. I have no choice. We must call it a day.’

  I walk away. He calls my name but I don’t turn around. I just walk faster. Creating much-needed distance. Distance and time. That is all he needs to see that this is for the best. I look at the seaweed wrapped neatly around my finger and smile. At least we’ll always have our memories. I slip the slimy green band from my finger and slide it into my bag. Tomorrow I’ll research ways to preserve it until the end of time.

  Chapter Two

  Felix

  I’m killing it in the pool. I swear in the last two months since Chloe walked away from me I’ve become a stronger swimmer. A faster runner. A more powerful cyclist. I’ve taken every inch of pain and transmuted it into something better. Actually, no. Not better. Just different. I’ve pounded out my frustrations using sport but it hasn’t helped because I still miss the girl like fucking crazy.

  It’s not like Chloe has fallen off the face of the earth. I mean, she’s a princess. And a damn fine one at that. She’s an absolute media darling, but it’s almost as though the world at large knows that my heart is bleeding for her because she’s on every television channel, pictured in every magazine, written about in every newspaper that I see. When I study the images of her, either posed or papped, she doesn’t look like my Chloe though. There’s something missing. Her spark maybe? Her bright, optimistic smile? She looks kinda blue. And that confirms in my mind that despite everything, she too must hurt.

  I’m coming close to the end of my 500 meter time trial when I spot a pair of boots by the poolside. It’s my royal aid. And he’s carrying the most recent bouquet I tried to deliver to Chloe under the pseudonym we used when we were first sneaking around together.

  I stop swimming and remove my goggles. ‘No good?’

  He shakes his head. ‘I’m sorry, Sir. Returned with the envelope unopened. Not even a note this time.’

  I heave myself from the pool and take the flowers from him. ‘Never mind, maybe next time.’