All Chapters of Once Upon A Princess : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Yvette's POV The breakfast is over, but some people are still lingering by the terrace, discussing mostly about Damien's revelation. "I knew this day would finally come, trust me." Glenn is saying to Jeremy and Tiffany. "The day Damien would make some chick his baby mama. Turns out this chick is pretty as hell. He's so lucky, man." Wow. I don't know what to make of that. Speaking about his friend that way when Damien is just a couple of feet away, speaking with Lisa, Willow in his arms. Or perhaps that's how male friendships work. I don't know. I don't give it much thought. My eyes and thoughts and attention are all on Jeremy. He was good looking yesterday under the light of the tiki torches, but he looks even better now that I see him in the light of day, curly caramel hair spilling onto his forehead, the high cheekbones, the full lips. His brown eyes are twinkling the same way they usually do, but not with mischief. They are dreamy as he talks animatedly to Glenn about

Lisa's POV His lips are as soft as feathers as they meet mine. And sensually warm. His large hand comes up behind me to steady me, to pull me even closer to him. Like the last time we kissed, it isn't really a kiss. More like a prolonged peck. Yet I feel a damp ache pooling in between my thighs, and hear my heartbeat rise to a tempo. I ease back on my heels, but Damien follows me, filling the gap in between our mouths, and pressing me tighter to himself, so tight I can feel the ridge on his groin again my lower stomach. Oh. It's like all the desire I've been holding back unleashes themselves on my senses. I snake my arms around his neck and rub against him like a cat on heat, moaning against his mouth. He groans, a deep guttural sound that intensifies the heat in the apex of my thighs, and I part my lips, letting him delve his tongue into my mouth. I remember not wanting this. I remember avoiding any kind of intimacy with him. But this feels so right, and so wrong at once, but I de

Lisa's POV It is already well past dusk when I open my eyes, as the sky is already inky black with night. I am on my bed, alone. I slap my head over my forehead. The headache is gone. Alongside the body pains. And Damien. Though he had thrown a blanket over me. A groan escapes my mouth at the thought of him. At the thought of what happened earlier today. I finally told him. I told him how I felt about him all those while. But I told him a half-assed lie. A lie that rolled off my tongue like a mudslide. Quick and unpremeditated. A lie that I was too afraid to take back. I like him. I still do. But for some reason I don't understand, I couldn't tell him. I sit up and take a pillow, pressing it hard to myself in a hug. Back at the volleyball court, when Damien rushed over to take me home, I was kind of glad I fell. I wanted us to finish what we started under that palm tree, especially when we'd have the whole house to ourselves. My core had throbbed and twitched with anticipatio

Damien's POV Willow is asleep. I'd just taken her to Lisa's room and barricaded her with several pillows so she won't roll off the bed, a trick I picked up from some random TikTok video. Now I open the door and step out to find Ally Rose in front of me. She smiles at me. The kind of dollish smile that curves her lips in an almost 'U' and pushes up her cheekbones. She looks so different from the last time I saw her. Thinner, and prettier. Fortunately, her wonderful makeover has absolutely no effect on me. "Hey, Damien," Ally Rose simpers. "It's really been long." Back at Tennessee, when I'd been dispatched with my team to provide security at a charity event, she offered this same smile at the bar where I and my colleagues came to cool off. I found it charming then. Now I find it distasteful. I close Lisa's door behind me. "Has it?" "Yes, duh." Ally Rose disregards my attempt at a rebuff with a flick of her delicate wrist. "I've been meaning to talk to you."

Lisa's POV Fireworks explode in my chest when his soft mouth meets my lips, tentative and gentle at first, though it inspires the opposite reaction in my heart. I can almost feel the beating against my ribcage. It isn't our first kiss, though it's different. It is the first kiss that's ours, and i savor it for long moments. Damien pulls back and catches his breath, as if the kiss took him by surprise, then presses against me again. The second assault is shockingly sensual too. It slams into me, defeats all my senses. It's almost appalling how much I want this. How much I want to feel his hands all over me. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He stands against the wall of the pool, with my body tight against him. His hand slides low, down to my ass, and he squeezes roughly. I gasp into his mouth, and he plunges his tongue deeper into my mouth. Our tongue war and collide, the tips circling one another. "How about this for criminal evidence?" He whisp