All Chapters of My Secret Prince And I : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Perhaps he had pushed a little too hard into convincing Kelly working with him. She had such a displeased look on her face, it hurt him. Felix quickly covered his suggestion with a laugh and claimed it to be a joke. Kelly fell quiet for the rest of the evening but nodded. He had fucked this one up big time. She must be so appalled by him now. And now, not a single call or text over the past two days. Adam suggested calling her but he was not even sure she would answer him. After gathering enough courage, he ventured into a coffee shop and called her. To his surprise, she answered.“Hi. It’s me, Alex.” He winced at the lie. He really wished he could tell her his real name but that would ruin the whole purpose of his anonymity.“Hi. I know.”“Yeah.” He sounded dumb right then, didn’t he? “Are you busy?”“Right now?” She fell quiet for a while that all Felix could hear was his own heavy breathing. “No, I am free. Why?”“Would you like to talk over coffee? The weather is a bit crappy but

"I'll pay you," William repeated for the uptenth time. The dealer remained a distrustful stance as he regarded him. While William wanted to persuade the man regarding his growing debt, the bottles of drugs lying on the table enticed his mind. He wondered what the drugs could do, what euphoria it would bring him. "You have told me that many times. Your Highness, if you want the top quality, you have to pay or else.""I told you I hate being threatened. You do not respect me.""I only respect those with money.""And I have money, lots of it.""I don't see any money. Do you?""Don't be antsy," William gritted, forcing a smile on his face. This was beyond embarrassing. "I will pay you tomorrow. No more postponement, I promise."He might as well get himself a loan. Or would his brother dearest be willing to lend him some? He shuddered at the thought of borrowing money from his twin. William would rather die than do so. A loan, it is. He sauntered out of the private night club out on t

You’ve got to be kidding. A charity?” Samantha was screaming. “That’s what we’re calling it now? Really?”Her heels could be heard clacking on the stone stairs as she marched in a vex. Felix was wringing his hands, a sly smile played out on his lips while his tousled hair went up and down as he descended down the stairs with his sister.“If you wanted a woman to sleep with, just go to a damn brothel, Felix. Or wait, you don’t even need to go to one here, there are women in the streets. Cheap women. What’d you mean, charity?”“Come on, Sam,” Felix said with a dopey grin. “It’ll be a cinch. When have I ever done something foolish?”“First of all, Felix, you’re a man, so that already puts you at a disadvantage there, and two,” Samantha said and worked one of her hands against one of the large, bronze rings she wore on her hand, “You’re Felix. You’re quite literally the most foolish person to have walked the earth. No offence."Felix threw a hand to his chest and used the other to cover h

Rise and shine, meathead!”Groan. “You know this is human torture, right? You should be arrested. No one wakes up this early.”“Yes, they do, meathead,” Samantha said as she flung the curtains open. Red light streaked in like captives set free and landed on a fine, fair face. The face was instantly hidden under a duvet.“Oh, come on, you big baby. It’s 6AM already. The whole of New York is up by this time.” Samantha cooed at the face. It grumbled and squeezed the duvet.“No, they’re not.” Richard grumbled.Samantha chuckled and lifted the duvet. “Perhaps you’re right. Still… you really should get up. The pancakes will get cold.”Richard groaned and turned over. The duvet came away from his head slowly. Samantha crowded his vision. Puckered lips and perfect, golden hair, like the wheat he always fantasized about as a child. Wide, seeking eyes… and was she wearing his shirt?Oh, he loved this woman. “Come here.”“What?”“I’m going to kiss you,” he said, grabbing her by the waist. She sq

Richard sat at the edge of a wide window that allowed to him to see a yawning view of the city of New York. Skyscrapers loomed in the backdrop of the gray and ashen city, and just down below, he could make out the heads of the twenty-thousand odd people that regularly walked that road, either going, coming… never at a place.New York. The unsleeping city.It was one of the things that he admired about his quaint, little, overcrowded city. The heat, the bustle, the smooth flow of business. It was so easy to get conned here. It looked easy to make it here, but that was just it. Looks.He knew how difficult it was to make it in a place like this, and he had tried. He had tried to do legal jobs, but what could he really do? A man with little to no or education, and a talent for shifting things… it would only be a matter of time before the company would lay him and others off, not because they caught him—no one ever caught him—but because the company would have no more funds to support per