Chapter Forty Nine

The headline screamed followed by the news she had been seen with him at a couple of nightclubs and was currently on his yacht cruising with him. Romero threw his glass of whisky at the screen in temper shattering the TV he cursed angrily,

Lei non è la sua fottuta ragazza e se lui la tocca io lo ucciderò fottutamente’ [She is not his fucking girlfriend and if he touches her I  will fucking kill him]  

Juliette was having a wonderful time, the Crown Prince was the son of a friend of Carlotta’s and she had wangled them an invite on his birthday cruise. He was thirty and very handsome, tall, with jet black hair and deep chocolate brown eyes, he was charming and attentive. She went to the nightclubs with him dancing crazily until the early hours and drinking lots of champagne, when they returned to the yacht he kissed her passionately but nothing else he did not impose himself on her she was so much younger than he was. Carlotta encouraged her, she had hooked up with a billionaire relative of his, a distant cousin or uncle she did not know which and unlike her young charge she was sleeping with him.                                            ‘Will you forget that bloody Mafia Don and enjoy yourself, look at this place, the Prince has the hots for you and if you give him a little encouragement this could all be yours.’                                                                  It was not Juliette’s way, she could not lead him on as Carlotta suggested, she was far too honest for that so she kept the Prince at arm's length, she was attracted to him, and he oozed sex appeal so any woman would be attracted to him, but he did not light a fire inside her like Romero did. Her body responded to him, she enjoyed his kisses but he was not the man she loved. She stood gazing over the rail and he filled her mind, she closed her eyes and saw him as he kissed her and made love to her. That was all it took for her body to flush and desire shone in her eyes, she longed for him so much it hurt she turned as Carlotta joined her,

‘Stop thinking of him child, he is not worth it all he will do is cause you pain.’

She told her and Juliette blushed,

‘How did you know?’

‘Darling your beautiful body gives you away every time you think of him. You light up like a bloody candle’

Juliette looked away and said

‘I can’t help how I feel, I can’t just switch it all off’

‘No it’s difficult but I am quite sure the Prince would be happy to help you forget for just a little while’

She winked making Juliette laugh and shake her head

‘You are a bad influence’

Carlotta grinned,

‘Why thank you, Darling, I will take that as a compliment at my age’

At that moment her current beau, who was ten years younger than her came to the door of his room and it was very clear what he wanted. Carlotta looked at her young friend,

‘I’m going to be a little busy for a while are you okay?’

Juliette nodded,

‘Go and sort him out, the poor man looks like he is in pain’

Her laughter tinkled around the yacht and the crew smiled, every single one of them had fallen for the stunning teenager, not only was she incredibly beautiful she was kind and thoughtful too. Unlike most of the ‘Guests’ she took the time to get to know the crew thanking them when they did things for her, asking about their lives and remembering the names of their families. If she discovered it was one of their birthdays or some other celebration she always had a card and a small gift to offer and they adored her. They had been sailing for almost a month and she knew every member of the crew by their first name something even the Prince and his two closest advisors did not even know. He watched her chatting easily, winning their trust and getting them to open up to her,

‘She would make an incredible Princess’

He said to them and they narrowed their eyes, he was right she would be an amazing asset to the Crown, and his people would love her. It would also be a huge step toward being accepted by the West if their Prince married this beautiful European girl.

Juliette was completely unaware of their plans she saw the Prince as no more than a friend as she changed for dinner that night she decided to stop letting him kiss her. She did not want a relationship with him and leading him on was unfair she was not that kind of girl. He may be a multi-billionaire with the world at his feet but she did not need the money she was rich enough herself. When she entered the Dining Room he was waiting for her and his eyes wandered over her appreciatively,

‘You look very beautiful’

He said kissing her hand, she was wearing a long fitted silver dress, it was not done in their world for a woman to show her body, so the dress had long sleeves and a collar too. It had tiny mother-of-pearl buttons that went from the neck to the waist and they were open to halfway down giving him a glorious view of her firm young breasts. The long skirt brushed the floor but as she walked he saw it had two side splits that went to the top of her thigh. Desire flooded through him he wanted her badly even though he knew she did not see him in that way she had made it very clear whenever he tried to take it further. She always stopped him and said no admitting she was in love with someone else so tonight so he decided tonight he would help her loosen up. He had already made sure his aides spiked her drink with the date rape drug,  GHB [gamma-hydroxybutyric acid], he had never done such a thing before, he did not need to. Being the most sought-after man on the planet women threw themselves at him, he had plenty of ‘girlfriends’ and even more one-night stands.