Natalie Vs. Prince

But the thought of future fun is enough to get me to focus on the fucking present, and say and do the things that these suits would expect from the royal representative from St. Albans.

I've sat through three hours of presentations already with someone from the Royal Press Officer and if it hadn't been for the fact that Natalie's meeting is at the end to wrap up the day, then I would have probably fallen asleep by now.

Not that this shit is boring. I mean, I absolutely understand the fact that the Royal Family needs to be represented properly at the United Nations. I also understand that back home the anti-Royalists would love nothing more than to use me as their scapegoat and poster child for everything that's wrong with the monarchy. So if sitting through three fucking hours of boring meetings lets me help Silas and my family fight back the Constitutionalists, then I can at least do that.

Besides, watching her gorgeous eyes look at me is exhilarating. Watching her gulp in nervous anticipation just gets my cock twitchy.

Nadia Scow, from the Royal Press Office turns to me.

"This is Natalie Thomson, Your Highness," she says to me in full view and hearing of Natalie. "Natalie manages the account for us and is here to deliver a final status update."

So, let me just start and say that I find Nadia the press officer to be a bit of an overzealous snob. She's got the bitchiness down fucking pat. And if she's not looking down at me, she's looking down at every woman that I decide to talk to.

I can tell that she's not going to like Natalie.

Not when Natalie's got that curvy as fuck body that she's using to walk over to the lectern. Not when Natalie's got that gorgeous fucking smile that she uses to greet her manager, George Brown, who is sitting across from us.

No, Nadia is not going to like Natalie. That's for damn sure.

"I've met Natalie Thomson before," I say, my eyes flashing. Natalie's wearing a tight black skirt and a blue silk blouse that's tight. I can see that she's dressed to impress. She's got stockings and black heels. A Tiffany's pendant glints off her neck.

She looks so fucking wholesome.

So innocent.

I can't wait until I have her begging on her knees to fuck her. Until my fucking 12-inch rod is piercing her and taking her to heights of pleasure that will ruin her forever to other fucking men.

Because, love, that's just what I do.

But I only want to do it to Natalie now. I know it sounds stupid, but that's why I gave her the fucking bullet.

Sure, it was a stupid game.

But I wanted to see if she would do it.

See love, she has to trust me that I'll use it judiciously.

Which means I can't just go push the button right now in front of everyone and have it start vibrating. That would just look very bad for Natalie who's supposed to be presenting.

So she's supposed to trust me doing that.

And I'm supposed to trust her that she did put the fucking bullet in. Because if I didn't trust her and wanted to check and see, then I'd give it a little buzz right now.

Sure, it wouldn't have any lasting impact. I could maybe even just give it a tap and if I'm lucky just see if she perks up. There's a small chance no one would be the wiser.

But then Natalie would know that she shouldn't have relied on me to keep my fucking word.

And trust me, love, when you've fucked as many broads as I have, the one thing you want to do more than anything else is be true to the one girl who ends up catching your fancy for as long as they do.

Don't eye me like that.

Natalie's a cool cat. But I don't fucking love her or anything yet.

I mean, for fuck's sake, I just met her recently.

But wait, she's already started talking about shit. Let's listen, okay?

"We believe that with a steady period of no press followed by an occassional positive press mention, we could start negating the effects of the Price's extraccurricular hijinks within the space of 60 days," Natalie says, pointing to a couple PowerPoint slides that she's got displayed. "This would then follow a slowly increasing ramp up of positive press that would start to shift in focus from repairing his image and doing damage control more to rebuilding it in a positive fashion."