Damaged Goods: A Single Dad & Nanny Romance

by Rye Hart

  “We’re going out for you, remember? I was content either way.” I gave him a casual shrug of indifference.

  “Well, some of us don’t have the luxury of fucking our mother’s handmaidens.” He raked his hand through his hair and then checked himself in the reflection of the tinted glass.

  He had a point, but if I were married, that would have to stop. “It’s not that I don’t want a committed relationship, but you’ve seen the type of women my mother wants me to marry. I can’t see myself with that for the rest of my life and you know that’s what it will be. King’s don’t get divorced; they endure. I’m not about to endure a spoiled trust-funder like Bella Lora.”

  “What else is there? You can’t expect your mother to allow anyone else from the common class. Not after what happened with Esme’s mother. That would be a nightmare, and you know it.”

  The car lurched to a stop, and I glanced up to see the driver had narrowly missed a pedestrian. He pulled up to the door of the club, and we got out without any fanfare. We were let inside and led to the VIP lounge where we usually sat and ordered a few drinks. Lucas looked around the area and eye-fucked a few women as they passed, and a couple of blondes stopped and said hello. Lucas offered them a seat, and I said a polite hello.

  “I’m Lucas, and this is my buddy Enzo.”

  “I’m Daphne and this Katie.” The two girls leaned in close to one another and whispered.

  With everything happening with my father and the royal duties I needed to prepare for in New York, my mind wasn’t on it, and my heart wasn’t in it.

  “You know,” he said, leaning close. “This would be a hell of a lot more fun if you were into it too. How about at least play along?”

  “Sorry, man. I’ve got a lot on my mind.” At that time, I spotted a familiar face in the crowd, and he was fast approaching.

  “Shit. There’s Greg Levinas.” I tucked my chin and glared down at my feet, hoping he’d go away, but instead, he strolled right up to the table and made a scene.

  “Hey, Prince Enzo, how about a fifteen-minute interview?” The man’s phone was turned on me, and I was sure it was recording everything so he could pull the most unflattering stills from it later.

  Lucas stood up and tried to block me while the girls went crazy. “You’re a real prince!?”

  Sure enough, there was a crowd forming, and then several cameras began flashing my direction. I was practically blind from all the damn lights pouring my way.

  I could make out Levinas stepping back, bumping into someone and cursing like a mad man. Apparently the person he bumped into was a woman because she was telling him off like there was no tomorrow.

  Still blind sighted by the cameras, I could only make out her sexy silhouette and the delicate scent of her perfume; I was immediately turned on by that combination and her voice alone. It was a fine balance of a elusive sweetness and an unwavering confidence. I was getting harder by the minute standing there. Based on the insults she was throwing back at Levinas, she was clearly educated and the type of girl who didn’t take crap from anyone.

  That type of temperament was something I’d rarely witnessed in members of society. Women had always bowed downed to my family and me. It actually was a bore to experience. I’d often wondered if all the women I’d ever meet would worship the ground I walked on and that thought scared the crap out of me.

  What man doesn’t want a girl with confidence, who isn’t afraid to speak her mind? Something told me I needed to find out more about her. Maybe it was the increasing size of the bulge in my pants.

  She’s got me hard as a rock and I don’t even know what she looks like! I have to meet this woman.

  This was certainly a first for me.

  I could make out that this remarkable woman had thrown something at Levinas before she was pulled away.

  “Hey! Wait –.”

  I tried to move in but was whisked away when the VIP security grabbed me and led me to a back room.

  Lucas was so caught up in the drama, that it was a couple of minutes before we were able to speak.

  I grabbed him by the arm. “Could you see that woman?”

  He shrugged. “Which?”

  “The one who told off Levinas. I have to go get her number.” I pushed past him and hurried out, but by that time the crowd was gone. On the table was the object she’d thrown at Levinas. I couldn’t make out what it was in the dark, but I grabbed it and stuffed it into my pocket as Lucas pulled me toward the back.

  “Are you crazy? I’m not letting you end up in the press over some bar fight. Let’s get you home.” I knew he was right and I gave up hope of seeing that woman tonight. Hell, I didn’t even know what she looked like outside of her hourglass silhouette.

  I got to the car and plopped down in my seat as Lucas rushed in behind me. Greg Levinas was running across the lot and on his way to get more of me. “Does that guy ever quit?” Lucas slammed the door as I pulled the object out of my pocket hoping for some kind of clue.

  “Is that a heel?” Lucas wiped his brow and took a deep, calming breath.

  “Yeah. I think that asshole made her trip and lose her heel. A lot of good that’s going to do me.” I tossed the thing on the seat next to me.

  On the way home, I couldn’t get strange woman out of my head.

  It was a strange feeling to be so turned on and infringed by someone I’d barely even seen.

  Who was she?

  What would it be like to make her scream my name, in my bed, under me?

  Will I ever get to meet her to find out?

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  The ladies call me Prince Panty Dropper.

  That lost charm when I became a dad.

  Now, I need to find a bride.

  And the perfect mother.

  Or I lose it all.

  The time has come to claim the thrown.

  Just one problem: I'm missing my queen.

  My mother sure has her pick.

  But I can't stomach the stuck-up socialite she wants me to wed.

  Then I laid my eyes on a mysterious woman.

  The one with the ocean blue eyes that had me bewitched.

  I had to fight the urge to take her to my chambers.

  Too bad my family doesn't approve.

  Royal society and the paparazzi can eat sh*t.

  Because I'm determined to make her my Cinderella.

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