Natalie Vs. Prince

Like the blind leading the blind.

Ten.

That's how many hours a day the D'Avington account is taking up of my life at work.

I swear to you that sometimes when I sit down and look at just the insane levels of shit we have to clean up from Connor's life, I wonder how I could ever be attracted to someone like him. I mean, I've always gone for the solid, sophisticated and silent types.

At Harvard, they were usually members of the Porc.

See, that's what I mean? The Porc actually stands for the Porcelain.

I'm not some snob, I swear. But that's just the kind of guys I used to date.

But maybe that's why I used to be so bored with men. Because after trading the effete Ivy League legacy for a real bad boy royal, I don't think I'll ever be able to think of another man again.

Zero.

I swear that's how many men I've thought of in my head since Connor and I have been going out.

I mean, I'm not even fantasizing about any other guy.

It's like no other man exists in my life.

I almost want to say that Connor D'Avington has ruined me for other men.

It's true. I mean, how am I supposed to really think of other men and fantasize about them when he's fucking me three times a day? Ninety times in thirty days, remember? Not including blowjobs.

And to be quite honest, I couldn't care less that I haven't thought of another guy since Connor came in.

I mean, I look at guys nowadays as almost a guy does, like beings that take up space that I interact with. Do I look at them and wonder if I want to have sex with them? I honestly never get to that point.

Because before I can have even a single sexual thought about them, thoughts of Connor push everything aside.

I may be thinking about him a little bit too much.

But for now, I'm happy to go with it and see what happens.

14

Connor

Life’s good. And I mean, really fucking good.

You know, I thought that all of this would be way harder. I never expected that change could be this fucking easy. I don’t miss all the drinking and all the partying and… well, this is going to sound fucking insane coming from me, but I don’t miss fucking around with random women. And all this because Natalie’s by my side.

Yeah, I know, right? What the fuck happened to Prince Connor? Natalie happened, it’s as simple as that. She came into my life with that shy smile of hers, and I was done the moment we locked eyes. I knew I had to have her… And the moment I had her, I realized that I would never let go of her. And I haven’t.

So why haven’t I told her that I love her? Now that’s a good fucking question. I never have a problem telling people how I feel, but somehow, this is different. This makes me feel… fuck, I don’t believe I’m going to tell you this, but this makes me feel fucking vulnerable. I know that the moment those three words leave my mouth, that there’ll be no going back. That’s just how I fucking work. Whenever the moment comes for me to say it, I’ll love her until I’m six feet under.

“Connor to Earth, respond,” I hear a woman’s voice break through the fog of my mind. Fuck, it’s hard to pay attention to anything whenever I start thinking of Natalie, and I’m always thinking of her.

“I’m right here,” I tell Nadia, leaning back against my seat and looking straight at her. She’s standing in front of the conference table, pointing at something on the wall-mounted screen. Christ, these Royal briefings are getting more and more boring by the day. It almost seems that Nadia chooses the most irrelevant or biased bullshit for these meetings.

“You weren’t paying attention,” she tells me, hands on her hips as she frowns.

“I was,” I tell her with a grin. “The Constitutionalists are pushing for a referendum to abolish the monarchy, that’s what you’ve been hammering on for the last fifteen minutes.”

r /> “That’s right,” she tells me, sitting down on her seat across the table and handing her two assistants the folders in her hand. “It’s time for us to do something about this.”