Princely Passions

"Derrick," she says, her voice scared. "Can you take me home?"

"Sure, love," I tell her. "Let's go."

She’s talking about my place. She’s calling it home.

I get on my bike and motion for her to do the same.

At first, she's a little unsure, but I give her my hand and she takes it, getting on.

Fuck, she's going to need a helmet. I take my helmet off and hand it to her.

"What about you?" she asks, her voice small.

I'll chance going without a helmet for her.

"I don't need a fucking helmet," I tell her. "I'm the fucking Prince."

She's quiet.

"Now, grab onto me," I instruct her.

She reaches around and grabs my body. Her tiny hands hold onto my abs, as if she's holding on for dear life.

Fuck me, her body is pressed up against me.

I'm in fucking heaven. That's not just the fucking adrenaline talking, mate. I feel like I'm fucking on top of the world, going down the road towards the house on my motorcycle as Daphne is holding on behind me, pressing her hot little body up against me. I am so fucking hard right now, it's impossible.

I need to get a hold of myself. I can't fucking keep thinking like this.

She's supposed to be my ticket to stay in the fucking country. Not another heart I fucking break.

Yeah, I know. I know. You're going to tell me I can fuck her and stay true to her. But I grew up with someone else, mate. Someone else I’m looking for. As perfect as she is, she’s no Alicia. If she ever knew how much I think about Alicia, she'd be disgusted and probably never talk to me again. That would be the end of it.

She can't feel the same way about me like I feel about her. That's not who I am. Fuck, remember who you're talking to. I'm the fucking asshole, remember? I don't fall for girls. I don't get like this. I have fun with them. I treat them like princesses. And then we move on. We go our fucking separate ways.

That's right. Don't you ever forget that either.

The bike approaches One57 and I punch in the keypad on the gate to the parking garage, and drive through.

Daphne's stopped trembling by the time I get to the elevator and I wait for her to get off the bike and walk through the doors of the elevator before I relax.

I stare at her ass as she walks in.

What? I just took some guy to near death because he slapped her. I can't stare at her ass just a little bit?

She looks at me and smiles timidly before she walks in.

Fuck me, she doesn’t realize that she reminds me so much of Alicia that it’s fucking uncanny. My heart’s still beating and I think back to the years after pushing her into the pond, where I tried to talk to Alicia. But I never had the courage. And then, as she grew older, and matured into a woman - how I gave up. How bad boy Prince Derrick was too fucking afraid to talk t

o the woman of his dreams. And now, how this beautiful woman Daphne saw all that rage and anger at losing Alicia through his own inaction come out.

Christ, now she probably thinks in addition to everything else I've done, I'm a psycho too.

Fuck my life.

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Alicia