Which means that this girl actually did find her fairy tale Prince. Let’s hope that he doesn’t turn out to be a frog…
We’ll just have to wait and see. Until then, I’m Abby signing out. Keep your ears open, New York…
Alicia
“And it’s my utmost desire that the shelter brings some safety and happiness to the animals that suffer out there in the world,” Derrick says to a group of journalists and spectators. “Because we all know what happens to dogs that go around humping everything.”
There’s a round of laughter and clapping from the assembled crowd. People take pictures and the mayor is shaking Derrick’ hand. He looks over to me and gives me a smile. I smile back, looking at his profile on the stage.
God, he’s so hot. I feel my panties get wet just looking at him and wondering when I can unbutton that shirt so I can run my hands down his abs. Then I’d unbuckle his belt and lower his pants. I’d cup his balls in one hand as I stroke his giant cock with another. I’d squeeze his shaft as I looked him in the eyes. He’d suck on my nipples and squeeze my ass. He’d kiss my neck and I’d run my tongue all over his pecs and his abs.
Oh, my.
What was I even talking about?
Who cares. I’m in a whole new world with this man.
Who protects me like no one else ever did. When I finally told Derrick about what Jake had done to my apartment, Derrick called in some favors. Then, an hour later, he told Jake wouldn’t be in the city much longer. I don’t know what that means. I don’t really even care.
I’m so preoccupied with Derrick Blaine. He completely envelops my world.
Right. Derrick is pulling me up on stage and putting his hand on my back. I smile at the crowd, but Derrick pulls me close and kisses me. Hard.
The reporters are taking pictures and I’m glad I wore my nice dress today.
God, if this is Prince Sin, then I’m a wicked woman.
“When did you first come to New York?” I ask Derrick as we cross Columbus Circle and into Central Park. Considering how nice of a day it was, we decided to walk from the Upper West Side through Central Park.
“My dad brought me here when I was thirteen,” Derrick says. “My mom was sick. He checked her into a hospital. It was maybe the only time in my life I’ve seen that bastard take care of my mother.”
There’s anger in his voice and I see his eyes flash. I squeeze his hand and he looks back at me, coming back from wherever he went.
“And you moved here after that?” I ask.
“I came to New York after Afghanistan, love,” Derrick says looking at me. “I didn’t want to spend one minute longer than I needed to with that fucking asshole after high school so I enlisted in the Military Academy and then went to fight in the war. Afterwards, I came here.”
“The King being the fucking asshole?” I ask.
He nods.
“He can’t be that bad?” I ask, not knowing why he’s so angry.
Derrick’ eyes grow dark. “No, love?” he asks me. “He neglected my mother all throughout her cancer. He fucking cheated on her. He would have divorced her. Fuck me, he brought her to New York City and checked her into a hospital and then left her here to die. He didn’t even care that she died without him by her side after he drove her to death.”
I’m silent, looking ahead as we stop. Derrick continues. “She never had a chance to fight the fucking cancer after the hell he put her through.”
He pauses and I see anguish in his face. “I’ve asked people in the Royal Court. My father spent a pittance on research. If it were you,” he says to me, looking at me. “If you were sick, I would spend every last fucking cent I had to get you fucking better.”
We’ve meandered off the path and we’re surrounded by trees. I know we’re close to Strawberry Fields but I can’t see anyone at all.
I look at Derrick and he’s still staring at me. God, that look he has. This bad boy, this alpha male, is staring at me with his soulful eyes.
All of a sudden, all I want to do is forget the world with him.
I want to fuck him.
There. I said it. I said fuck. That’s what I want to do to Derrick.