SophiaI narrowed my eyes. Carrie was nice, but she was, at the very least, a reporter. I wanted to believe she was genuinely interested in me, but I couldn’t reveal too much too quickly. Falling in love with a subject of a story wasn’t something that reporters did while expecting to keep their jobs.“What was the story?” she asked.“The king of Qatar was stepping down from the throne,” I said, trying to keep emotion from my voice. Even though I hadn’t known Erol that long, his loss still affected me. In the end, he was a kind man to Luke and me, accepting us as a couple. “I was sent to England to interview the prince.”“And what happened?” she asked. I stared at my hands. The buried feelings about Luke resurfaced, filling me with guilt and dread for the rash decisions I had made throughout our relationship. Pushing through them, I said, “We came to an arrangement.”“You and the prince?”“Yes,” I said. “I traveled to Qatar with him so that I could secure the interview.”Carrie leaned
LukeTaking the trip to America to see Sophia was the most spontaneous thing I’d ever done. Growing up in a palace with a daily schedule and then working at a company with complete focus and structure didn’t prepare me for what was to come.Each leg of the journey brought moments of doubt. What if she was completely over me and I was about to make a fool out of myself? Going to her apartment to see another man hand in hand with her would have broken my heart. But thinking of that possibility made it all seem very real.It would be better for everyone if she moved on, but I had to see her one more time. Putting it all out there for her one last time would give me a chance to either make something of our relationship or leave it in the past for good.It was the only way I would be able to stomach any other dates with Mother’s picks for my wife. Getting Sophia out of my head and heart was the solution.With enough money to travel privately, I reached Dallas far quicker than anyone flying
Luke“Sure,” she said. “Let’s sit over here.”We sat on the oversized brown suede couch nestled in the corner of the room, facing a small flat-screen television. Before I met her, she worked a lot. I imagined a big screen wasn’t at the top of her list of priorities. I vowed that whatever she wanted for the rest of her life, I would give it to her. She had an opportunity to have it all, but she needed to be the one to make that choice.“Do you want something to drink?” she asked.I shook my head. Water wasn’t going to quench my thirst for her.I wasn’t sure where to start with everything. There was no segue into what I needed to say.“How is being the king?” she asked, saving me from starting the conversation.“It’s different,” I said, settling into the couch. After my long journey and Sophia not throwing me out of her apartment, my body started to relax.She flipped her hair over her shoulder and pulled her legs under her. “I can imagine.”“How about you?” I asked.“Everything is stat
SophiaThe weight of all the emotions of my downward spiral from the last month lifted as Luke bared his soul to me. He hadn’t come to Dallas to just apologize. He had professed his love for me, just as he had in Qatar. Sure, we had a little bump in the road, but I was certain I wouldn’t allow that to happen again. Not without a fight.The moment he reentered my life, I wanted him more than ever. Whoever said absence made the heart grow fonder had been right. My heart, head, and body wanted him, and I couldn’t stop until I had him.He seemed to have the same idea as he reached for my shirt. His fingers moved down the row of buttons, and they flicked open within seconds, exposing me to him. I couldn’t remember which bra I wore to the interview, but I didn’t care. It would be tossed onto the floor in no time, either by him or me.I hoped it was him.His hands cupped my breasts and squeezed ever so lightly. One of his hands plunged into my bra and brought out my taut nipple. His mouth su
SophiaScrambling off the couch, I sprinted into my bedroom and kicked off my pants. Now only in my underwear, I locked eyes on my target. My suitcase was still on the floor next to my closet, and I pulled out the three condoms I had left. Having them didn’t feel awkward, now that I had someone to use them with.Luke entered my bedroom wearing only his boxer briefs. They fit him so well that they didn’t leave much to the imagination when it came to his arousal. He was hard and ready for me.He strode over to me, every inch the man that I needed and loved. He took the condom from my hands, and the rest fell to the floor.“I want you to do it,” he said.“Me?”“Yes,” he said without hesitation. “I want to make sure you want this.”“I do,” I said.“Show me.”He pulled down his underwear, and he sprang free.Wrapping my hand around him, I stroked his length. He was so hard for me that my panties got even wetter than they already were.He ripped the wrapper open with his teeth and held it o
LukeAs I drifted out of deep sleep, I glanced over at Sophia lying next to me. Memories of the previous day flooded my consciousness, and I knew this wasn’t a trick.I blinked a few times anyway, just in case, but the sight of the unfamiliar bed and the naked woman sleeping next to me was proof enough.She inhaled deeply, and for a moment, I thought she was awake. Instead, she rolled over and faced the other way. I tightened my grip around her body, spooning her. I had missed waking up with her next to me. Granted, I had only done it a few times, but I missed it just the same.She was on the edge of sleeping and being awake, and I didn’t want to disturb her. We were going to have a lot to deal with soon, so keeping us in a little bubble was key, at least until it inevitably burst and we had to deal with real life.Sophia had been with me for every moment since I had arrived at her apartment, so I took the opportunity to explore while she slept in.I grabbed my boxer briefs where I’d
LukeI opened my mouth to say something, but her eyes went wide, and she shook her head. “I’m not asking for any money,” she said before I could open my mouth. “I decided to find you. I don’t want you to think I need you like that.”“I don’t,” I said, cutting her off. I didn’t plan on letting her ever want for anything for the rest of her life. She would get upset if I offered to reimburse her travels to find me, but with me, she would never have to worry about money ever again.“Tell me more about being king,” she said, changing the subject. Sophia was an independent woman, and my offering to take care of her wasn’t in her plan. “Is it what you hoped for?”“I never hoped for this,” I said. “I spent most of my adult life avoiding it.”I enjoyed living in England and having my own life. Now, I was chained to the throne for the rest of my life. I never took the decision lightly, but since it was so soon after accepting taking the throne, my previous life still lingered in the back of my
SophiaWhen Luke and I finally peeled ourselves away from the bedroom, we settled on the couch. Armed with more coffee and two heavy blankets, we snuggled up together and watched television. The hours flew by with me snuggled up so close to Luke that I could count his heartbeats thrumming against my cheek.In the time we’d dated, there hadn’t been many moments of us sitting still. I supposed without a kingdom or company to be in charge of, Luke was finally able to relax.But I couldn’t turn my mind off. Seeing him was a pleasant surprise, and the sex we had last night was incredible, but what was going to happen tomorrow or the day after? Luke said he loved me, and I said it in return—in an appropriate amount of time—but were the problems that kept us apart still around? Did he plan on giving up the kingdom for me, or was this a proper goodbye?My phone rang, and I was surprised to see that it was almost five in the afternoon.“Do you have to get that?” Luke asked with a frown.I grab