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“I’m confused,” Jane said. “Actually I’m very confused.”
Tristan gave her a bored look, “About what?”
“What just happened upstairs? Did you forget that you just told your mother- I mean Your Highness that we are dating? Because the last time I checked, we spent one night together?! Are you crazy?”
“It’s really not that complicated,” Tristan turned towards her, a determined look in his eyes. “We will date for a while. I mean fake date for a while so that my mother and the media can get off our back. No big deal. It’s not like you have a boyfriend or anything. Why are you worried?”
Jane wanted to kill him and wipe that lazy smirk off his face. But he was royalty, and she would pretty much be hung for that. It was not worth it.
Jane Rosetti is an exchange medical student in Walsh, new to almost working. To pay off her student loans, she’s working as a bartender in a high-end club where she meets Tristan. At first, she’s incredibly taken by his good looks and thick accent. She has no idea about his real identity, which doesn’t matter as they end up in bed together.
Prince Tristan of Walsh has finally returned to his hometown after two years. As he’s been very secretive, everyone wants exclusive about him. So when he’s exiting Jane’s apartment, he’s captured half-naked with her panties on his sleeve.
Both of them are photographer together, and that’s when Jane’s troubles start. Right after her one night with the Prince.
Jane automatically shifted her attention to the watch on her wrist, trying not to cry. Ten minutes to eleven. She still had two hours on her shift. Her were aching as she poured what feels like his hundredth glass of champagne for the night. Usually, she wouldn’t be complaining, but there was only two of them on the shift. It meant both of them to have to share the load.Her eyes moved towards Krista, who was batting her eyelashes and chatting up with the customer. She wouldn’t blame her because as the employees of the elite ‘Floral Liquor’ are supposed to be polite no matter what. Most of the clauses in the contract said the same thing over and over again. It should be concerning actually.Working at Floral Liquor felt like a dream because of how exclusive and posh it was. She had no idea that her application would be sele
Jane was not sure how their conversation moved to questions about her relationship. Those alluring eyes were so entrancing that she let him get away with it. Who can blame her? It was not every day that someone like Tristan walks into the bar and starts talking with her. It’s a miracle.Tristan was slurring his words now, having one too many to drink. All thanks to her dear friend, Krista. While Jane was serving the rich brats and topping their champagne drinks, Tristan was getting drunk on vodka and sweet lime. A perfect blend of Krista's signature ‘Ice breeze’. Whatever happened to himhating citrus juices?! Guess everyone will eventually have to give up when it’s Krista serving drinks.Jane wanted to stop him because he already had two Red Affair and three Ice breeze. His vision looked unfocused and
Part 3Jane was the one to push their faces together. Her soft, warm lips met against his chapped ones. The scruff of his lips brushed against her upper lip, and it drove her mad with desire. She couldn't believe that Tristan was letting her kiss him, trailing her fingers towards the mop of his luscious hair."Oh, Tristan" She breathed against his desperate mouth. Her eyes narrowed at his flawless skin, noticing the way he was staring at her through hooded eyes.She coyly licked her lips, batting her thick eyelashes to entice him. "Your lips feel so good against mine. Please don't stop."Tristan let out a feral growl at her demand and nodded his head. She felt her breath hitch in her throat as he inched forward and gripped the back of her legs.
Jane felt her body give up as she cleaned the corners of the bar. It was tedious and difficult. Her fingers felt numb by the time she was done with the ice machine. Chuck had asked her to make sure the bar was spotless because, of course, the celebrity party. She did not understand why he was taking so many offers when they were all tired. Business, he said. She almost scoffed at that.“So...” Krista cleared her throat, standing beside Jane with a coy smile on her face.Jane huffed, “What?”“Nothing” Krista shrugged, trying to pay attention to her glasses. She was purposely drawing out everything.Jane rolled her eyes, neatly placing the tulip glasses behind the rack. &ldquo
Jane couldn’t help but stare at him, her fingers clutched in his own over the centre console, glancing at him during stoplights. It felt unbelievable that he was interested to come back to her place. Her eyes followed his every moment, every swallow and the way he licked his lips.Within a few minutes, they managed to reach to her flat. As soon as he parked his expensive car, she guided him towards her flat, her breath in her throat. Tristan’s arm quickly came around her waist as she unlocked the door.As soon as they stepped inside, Tristan grabbed hold of her hips, pulling her to the edge of the counter. Jane squealed, locking her legs around his waist. To get a better grip, she wound her arms around his neck tightly; mouth parted open as he met her eyes.&n
Jane groggily opened her eyes, squinting at the bright sunlight filtering from the window. Covering her eyes with the back of her palm, she managed to sit up, wincing at the dull pain in her back. Her cheeks heated up as she remembered the reason behind it. The thick white duvet was the only thing covering her naked body. She pulled it till her shoulders, shifting her eyes to the side. Her mouth parted the side was empty, bedsheet wrinkled. So she didn’t imagine the last night, that’s for sure.Where did Tristan go? She thought just then the loud clattering sound from the washroom made her cringe. She narrowed her eyes towards the door, holding her breath as the knob jiggled harshly. What was going on? Before she could open her mouth, the door was severely pushed open, and Tristan stumbled out of the room. He had a frown on his face.&
Jane relieved a sigh as she stepped inside the class, trying not to cry at the throbbing pain in her ankle. On her way, she bumped into the door. She did not wake up on the right side of the bed, anyway. And with all the students in the campus staring at her as if she was from other planet did not help at all. What was wrong with her outfit anyway?The medical student picked a red scoop neck and washed blue jeans, pairing them some sneakers. A lazy attempt but that’s the least she could do with the time running out. Jane was aware that she was eight minutes late, and the lecture has started already, so she instantly searched for her friend in the crowd.It took her a minute to find because Astrid decided to wear a funky hat to the college. During the lecture. Now that’s the reason people should stare at him!
/Tristans POV/The Prince of Walsh was used to the hustle and bustle of his Royal Household, had grown up along with the chaos. He had people expecting conversations in the corridors, a look from him, people greeting him as he