Pearl looked at his perfectly white smile and smiled back. He was clean and regal. His presence made her feel small and safe, yet he had a completely bohemian way about him. Carefree and soft, layered with mystery and intellect and art. She was attracted to him but being a married woman, it was only to admire him from a safe distance.
"Hello, Erik." Pearl said, offering him the newly vacant stool next to her. He gladly took it and turned his body towards hers. "What do I owe this lovely surprise? I can't say I'm not completely over the moon to see you here." Pearl shook her head in disbelief. The prince of England happy to see her. She let out a giggle and put her face in her hands. "What? What is so funny?" He smiled and blushed. "It's just, I don't think saying that I am flattered to have someone like you happy to run into someone like me is even the word to use to describe how that makes me feel. Thank you." Pearl said. "WhatPearl looked at Erik sitting across from her and though she should have felt guilty for confiding in another man, she didn't. She felt that he was there when she needed someone, he was so easy to talk to. It could have been anyone but it just happened to be him and she truly was grateful. The place she was in the night before wasn't good and who knows what could have happened, would have happened if it was anyone else that found her at that bar. He was a gentleman and she was lucky. "Ok. I'm ready to hear it." Pearl said, nervously shifting in her seat. "I wasn't completely honest with you the night we met. There was more to me wanting to talk to you. I've been a bit of a stalker over the last year." Year? Pearl thought. That was before any of this happened. How would he know anything about her?"There was a charity event that I was involved in with Trigon industries last winter. My charity, New Hope, provides housing, grant money, vehicles and cell phones to battered women leaving
Pearl hailed a cab and headed back to her bungalow. She opened the door and exhaled the breath she felt like she had been holding in since she left the restaurant. She looked around the room and remembered her break down the night before. It was humiliating but necessary experience for her. She really was grateful for Erik. He had just listened to her. He didn't try to sleep with her. He didn't want anything from her. He just cared because of what she spoke about at a charity event. And he was right. She hadn't had time to process anything that had been happening to her. The men, the band the business. It had all been a whirlwind and she hadn't had a moment for herself. She realized what she needed to do. She picked up her phone and called John. When she arrived back at the house, Rhys was there, packing their things. "Hey." Pearl said as she opened the door to the bedroom. "You're home. I didn't know if you'd come back." Rhys said. She could see the relief in his eyes but she was s
The plane touched down in Pisa, Italy and Pearl breathed a sigh of relief. She was away from it all, alone and ready to take some time for herself. Her attorney called her while she was in the airport to let her know the probate part of the company was almost concluded and soon she would take full ownership. Iris had let her know they Paul was doing an excellent job with the bookshop and Pearl gave her the ok to inform him about the company she was soon taking over and what his role could possibly be. Things were covered there. John, Matt and Rhys were working on the video editing and the release would hopefully be the following week. Their next appearance was a late night show the weeks after Pearl returned from her trip. She had two full weeks for herself. Rhys had texted her and told her he was flying back to LA to stay until he needed to return to Canada to wrap the filming of his show. He didn't win the golden globe, which she texted and told him she was sorry for. It's amazing h
The next morning, Pearl woke up and checked her emails. Dylan and sent her a cute little poem he wrote about a girl who went to Italy to find herself. He wanted to make sure she was safe and she emailed him back, telling him she was good and that she missed him and wished he was there and that she would tell him all about it when she got home. Nothing from Rhys. Could he just leave her and not ever try again? Did he ever love her at all? The whole thing was insane. Their romance. His light and wonderful attitude, how she thought he was the answer to everything and she was sure he was in love with her and would be good to her. She was certain she had made the right choice. Now she didn't know. She was left with his silence and her questions without answers. Her phone rang. It was Iris. "How is it going? Do you love the villa?" She asked Pearl. "It's perfect thank you so much." She told Iris. "I'm glad. Everything is good here. We are still staying at you house until you get back. I'
"Fi," Pearl whispered as she tapped Fi's arm, trying to be discreet. Fi was talking to the handsome Italian man again. "Fi... FI!" "What?!" Fi asked, not happy with the interruption. "Look who it is. Don't look now. Don't say anything. Follow me to the ladies room right away. I have to talk to you." Pearl whispered. "So what is it? Do you want me to look or not look?" Fi said sarcastically "It's him. Erik. From the Chateau." Pearl was whispering so quietly Fi had to have her repeat it twice. "Oh fuck! It is! That's cool, though! We know him! He was a blast that night. We should say hello." Fi began to motion over to him. "No! Fuck no. Come with me now." Pearl grabbed her arm and led her to the bathroom, keeping her head down. "What's the problem, Pearl? Oh shit. Did you fuck him?" Fi put her hand over her mouth, as she closed the door behind them. "No! But I did spend a night with him. I'll explain." Pearl said, putting her head down. She proceeded to tell Fi the entire story.
Pearl went back to their place on the couch. She wasn't going to approach Erik. She wasn't going to approach any man. She was going to enjoy her night and if a man wanted to earn her time, that was on him. Fi followed suit. "Another bottle of wine, please," Pearl asked the waiter. "This one's on me," she heard a familiar voice say."Erik," Pearl said, standing to greet him. "I would like to say I'm a such a terrific stalker that I made this happen, but this, this is a completely fortuitous meeting and I cannot say I am disappointed." He said, kissing her hand. "Fiona, always a pleasure." He kissed Fi's hand as well. "I have a favor to ask of you both. My cousin is a huge fan of your show, Fiona. And my little brother appears to have a bit of crush on you, Pearl. He is the one that noticed you were here, in fact. He said he cannot wait for the Poems for Wolves album to "drop", would you mind if I showed off my famous friends to my family by having a drink with us?" Fi smiled and t
"Who in the bloody hell tipped them off this time?" Louis asked. Cameras were everywhere at the main entrance to the hotel after they came down from the roof. Erik wrapped his arm and jacket around Pearl and Louis did the same for Fi. "Prince Erik, why are you in town?" A thick Italian accent shouted. "Louis, did you settle the last hotel incident in court?" "Fiona Templeton, are you here with them?" "Pearl Clarke, are you here with the prince of Wales? This is the second time you have been seen together. Where is Holden? Is the rumor of the separation true?" And with that, a bodyguard practically picked her up and put her in the suv. Erik and Louis rode with Pearl and Fi in their car and Auggie, Julian and a woman he met that night, Paola, and a friends of hers, Emilia rode together. There was a black suv behind them with two more bodyguards. Pearl shifted in her seat uncomfortably a few times. The Alfa Romeo suv sat all four of them comfortably but Pearl felt uneasy. "Why are
Pearl woke up in her room, wrapped in a towel, her hair still damp. She remembered leaving the pool and wrapping the towel around her and excusing herself to bed. Fi and Louis had already went to their room and the rest of them were close to passing out as well. She remembered Erik coming into her room and lying next to her, bringing her into his arms and telling her how sorry he was about what she had found out. She told him she didn't want to talk about it or think about it and fell asleep. Good god, a prince and a gentleman, what's next? A spell from witch and a white horse?She laughed out loud to herself. She put on some clean clothes and washed her face, putting on a little bit of makeup to make her not look hung over and managed to her a brush through her hair. She walked to the kitchen and found Erik there, having coffee with the maid, reading the paper. "Well well well, if it isn't the Islay scotch loving, Olympic canon ball champion herself. I'll need a proper autograph" Erik