“Unique good, or unique bad?”
“Let’s just go over there. I think it’s better if we explain it together and you get to meet her before she comes over for dinner.”
The drive to Dahlia’s house is tense. I’ve never seen Charlie so stressed. He won’t stop pulling at his hair, and it looks like he hasn’t had a decent sleep in days. His knee bounces up and down the whole way there.
I’ll do anything for my brother, and I don’t like seeing him like this. Charlie is taking on a lot of responsibility to become king, and I know he doesn’t want it. None of us do. But if he steps aside, he’s putting me on the throne against my will. I’d much rather complete my studies and contribute something meaningful to the Kingdom—maybe even the world.
Plus, I’m not cut out to be King. I know I’m not. I have too much darkness inside me for that—even if no one knows it except for me.
I know he’s taking the throne to protect me and our little brother, Gabe, and I appreciate it.
If it means I have to pretend to be into some chick that happens to be one of the kingdom’s oldest enemies, so be it. That’s fine.
The only reason I’m able to pursue medical school is because I’m not in line for the throne. I owe that to Charlie. I know his relationship with our father is tense, so the least I can do is pretend to be into Dahlia. And he said ‘unique’… I like ‘unique’, I think. I can pretend to like ‘unique’ for my brother.
When we get to the run-down house on the edge of the border between Grimdale and Farcliff, I bite my lip. This doesn’t look like somewhere a future Queen or a member of court would live. Charlie jumps out of the car and strides toward the front door. I jog to catch up.
My eyebrows arch when I meet his girlfriend, Elle. She’s tall and athletic, with short brown hair. She’s not at all what I would expect for him—but when I see his eyes soften and his lips curl into a smile, I know he’s completely head-over-heels for her. He kisses her and a little twinge of jealousy courses through me.
My brother, the womaniser, the kingdom’s bad boy, official playboy and heir to the throne… has found a woman to love who also loves him back. Me, on the other hand? Strait-laced, plays by the rules, unlucky number two?
Love doesn’t even enter my vocabulary. Not that I’d want it, anyway. I’ve got too much shit to deal with.
As Charlie whispers something to Elle, I try to stop myself from heading down a spiral of self-loathing. I know where that ends up, and it’s never pretty.
But I don’t have to try too hard to stop myself, because at that moment, Dahlia Raventhal turns the corner.
And she’s definitely unique-good.
She’s also definitely completely, buck-ass naked. Not a stitch of clothing on her. My eyes widen and every drop of blood in my body floods between my legs. My mouth waters and my hands itch to reach out for her.
She’s short, with small, perky tits that are begging for my touch. Her hair is a rainbow of pastel colours, and—Farcliff fucking Almighty, her pubes are dyed to match. I’d kill to watch myself pumping my shaft in and out of that rainbow.
She’s a petite, fairy-like creature and I she looks like she’d be fucking insane in bed.
I aim to find out.
Charlie asked me to pretend to be dating this chick, but there’s only one way to be truly convincing. The moment I see her, I know I don’t want to pretend at all. Why should Charlie have all the fun?
Dahlia glances at Charlie, Elle and me. She doesn’t yelp or cover herself. She’s not embarrassed to be seen without any clothing. She doesn’t react like any other human being I’ve ever met.
No, the naked Dahlia Raventhal fucking waves at us. She flashes a smile and lifts her arm up, as if nothing at all was strange.
And I need her. Badly.
My body is burning up. My blood is sizzling through my veins. I can’t think of anything except the rock-hard cock between my legs, aching to fuck that pixie princess.
I’m dizzy, barely able to stumble my way to the kitchen. When Dahlia reappears, she’s wearing a sparkly purple robe and the only thought in my brain is that I want to see her naked body again.
Preferably on top of me. Or underneath—I’m not picky.
I could tangle my fingers into her multi-coloured hair and claim those soft, pink lips. My mind flies in a thousand different directions, and every single one of them involves Dahlia Raventhal and me in various states of ecstasy.
Is she a screamer? What does my name sound like when she’s moaning it into my pillows?
I can’t take my eyes off her. She opens the refrigerator and grabs a fucking chicken leg, of all things, and watching her eat it is the most sensual thing I’ve ever seen.
She licks her fingers, and my mouth opens. I wish those were my fingers between those perfect pinks of hers.
Charlie is talking, but I hardly hear a word.
Elle is freaking out, but Dahlia’s eyes are on me and all I want to do is drag her back to the castle, lock her in the tallest tower and fuck her into oblivion.
“Can we just back up for a second?” Elle stands up. “What the hell is going on?”
I can understand her reaction—this is a weird situation—but right now, I’m more than happy to help them out if it means I get to see Dahlia again.
“Look, it’s no big deal,” I interject. “My brother likes you, but he’s the Crown Prince, so it’s complicated. He needs a bit of time to figure out how to make that work. If our father thinks he’s into Dahlia, it means you’re safe. If our father thinks he’s into no one, even better. I’m going to buy him some time by saying that I’m the one who’s into Dahlia,” I glance at Dahlia, and she smiles. “You two will be free to keep seeing each other without fear of retribution. Simple.”
My heart is palpitating. Her smile sends a thrill straight through me, and all I want to do is tear that robe off her perfect body and plunge myself inside her.
Dahlia looks at Elle. “Seems simple to me.” She shrugs and takes another bite out of the chicken leg.
The four of us come to a bit of an understanding, and Charlie and Elle disappear down the hall. Dahlia’s eyes flick to me and she sits down at the table next to me.
She intertwines her fingers, and I notice that her nails are painted with pink glitter. “We should probably come up with a back story,” she says, tilting her head and studying my face.
“What did you have in mind?”
I love the way her lips tug upward, and how she twirls a sparkly pink finger around her teal, pink, and purple hair. I watch the movement, mesmerized. What would my fingers look like wrapped around those multi-coloured strands?
“Well, maybe we met at Farcliff University, or something?”
“I get private tutoring. Apparently, it’s distracting to have royalty at college.”
She chews her lip and the shoulder of her robe falls off. I catch a glimpse of her breast, sending another wave of heat through me. She tucks it back over her shoulder absent-mindedly.
She lets out a soft sigh and shrugs. “Maybe we met at a networking event, or something? At the Prince’s Ball last month?”
“Were you there? I feel like I would remember you.”
Her smile widens. “No, not me. But ‘Dahlia Raventhal’ was,” she says, nodding down the hall. I guess her roommate went in place of her.
I grin. “Okay, so we met at the ball and I dazzled you with my brilliance.”
That makes Dahlia laugh, and I’m not sure if it’s insulting or not. I don’t really care. I want to make her laugh again.
She nods. “Right. Maybe we met there, and we’ve been seeing each other a few times a week ever since. We study together, or something.” She chews her lip as she thinks, her leg bouncing up and down. Her robe falls open again and my head starts to spin.
Does this girl not care that I’ve seen her naked multiple times, and I only met her fifteen minutes ago?
“Are you okay?” She puts her hand on my forearm, and heat zips
down my spine.
“Yeah, why?”
“You look like you’re about to pass out.”
Probably because all my blood is currently occupied somewhere between my legs.
“I’m good.” I smile, and she pulls her hand away. I resist the urge to catch her fingers between mine.
Charlie reappears in the hallway way too soon and nods to me. “We should go. Thanks for helping out, Dahlia.”
“No worries.” She smiles and gives us another wave before disappearing into her room. Charlie drags me away and I throw one last, wistful glance at her door.
When we get outside, the sunlight hits me way too hard and I stumble forward.
“You all right, Damon?”
“I’m fine,” I say, rubbing my eyes. “Totally fine.”
Charlie is grinning at me and shakes his head. “I’m guessing you’re okay with this plan, then?”
“I mean, I’m a romantic at heart. I’ll do anything for you and Elle.”
“Uh huh.”
We head back to the castle and I go straight to my room, lock the door and empty myself of everything Dahlia woke up in me.
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