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KENNEDY
“Wow! Nice apartment.” Serenity wandered around. “I mean, wow!”
“You mean how could I afford it? I told you my roommate is far richer than Donald Trump.”
“I can see that.” She slid to the stool. “Why he chose a small apartment if he could afford the whole building or a penthouse?”
“Good question. And who is he, by the way?” Siena grabbed her champagne that we used to toast earlier for my upcoming assignment.
Until now, Thayer was still a mystery to me, but I would lie if I didn’t miss him since he left twenty-two hours ago. Out of sexual frustration and how we ended, I put my vibrator to good use last night. I came after I thought of filthy stuff we did together. After that, I felt guilty for imagining him between my thighs. Gosh! I was so screwed up.
“Ken?” Siena nudged me. “You’re flushed. Oh, my God!”
I was startled in my seat. “What?”
“Is he your new guy
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THAYER I was pacing back and forth, and every now and then, I watched through the window for the car to arrive. I rechecked the time. “For God’s sake. Just sit the fu— down.” Lud growled, glaring at me. “I swear I’m gonna drug you to sleep if you ask me one more time what took them so long. Just sit down, Your Highness. You’re giving me a severe headache. I can’t focus on keeping you safe if I have more dizziness than you.” “Really? This is how you show your support?” I glared back. They looked at each other before they barked out laughing. Ash shook his head in amusement. “Do you think it’s funny? I don’t know the driver you hired to pick up Kennedy. For all I know, he already kidnapped her.” “You’re irrational, Your Highness. Please, relax a little.” He checked the time on his watch. “They should be here in a few minutes.” “You’ve been saying the same thing for thirty minutes now. Yet, I
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THAYER I couldn’t believe I was standing besidemyKennedy with all her gorgeous self. I knew she could feel that I was holding something back, but I was hoping she would not push. In due time, I would tell her everything—that was the plan. “This would be your room,” I said as I pushed the door wide— European style in white and gold motif would meet her taste. “Thank you. This way better than the hotel room,” she said with a smile. “You wouldn’t need a hotel if you’re here, Kennedy,” I said truthfully. She walked in and checked her luggage. “I apologize. My housekeeper must have organized your things already.” “Oh? That won’t be necessary, but thanks.” Her eyes glittered. I noticed the anticipation in there, and I couldn’t wait to explore it. “How long can you stay?” I sat on a chair. “I have to go home by the end of this week. Why? Do you plan to invite me skating
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KENNEDY A long growl escaped his throat. “Are you sure?” “Please? I want you to mark me, fuck me, bite me, claim me. Whatever it pleases you.” His eyes darkened even more to my plea. His nose flared. His jaw ticked before he clamped his mouth into me, kissing me with lust, passion, and raw. Our tongues dueled. I wrapped my legs around his waist as I guided his huge hard cock into my wet entrance. He was so tense, his veins protruding on his neck. His muscles were taut. “Fuck!” My breathing held. God, he was so huge, stretching me. I was so wet, but it still hurt. It burned. But it felt it belonged to be there inside me. “God.” He groaned against my ear, his breaths tickling me. Then he granted my wish—he fucked me. Hard. He thrust and thrust and thrust without mercy. My breasts jiggled up and down. My back scraped against the soft
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THAYER Damn. I wanted her again. These needs would never stop—wouldn’t diminish. Who could resist a beautiful Kennedy naked in a bathtub? I stripped my clothes and joined her. We came together and cuddled as I gave her a massage, and that massage turned her on. She came in my fingers. God, when she came, she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen—flushed skin, dreamy eyes, purring like a kitten in my arms. After we showered together, I fed her. Now she slept soundly in bed. I was tempted to join her, but I had a lot of work that I left before I went to the US, and I had to prepare for the upcoming gala event. I tried to focus on the words of my mother over the phone. My mind went somewhere else—somewhere in between Kennedy’s legs. Jesus. It was mortifying. “Honey, are you listening to me?” Her sweet voice pulled me out of my filthy images of Kennedy. “I’m list
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KENNEDY The invitation had arrived earlier. My shock was an understatement. I stared at the white with the golden intricate square paper as if my sight was playing tricks with me. My name was written on it, though. I just got my first invitation to the Royal Charity Ball in Burkhese. Thayer must have connections with the royal family, or he was an active philanthropist. When Thayer said earlier he had someone to prepare me for a party, he was right, but not on that someone, because I had a masseuse, a manicurist, someone for my hair, another for my makeup. Arina was also with me. And my dark blue floor-length vintage-inspired gown with beaded bodice, floral details along the hem just arrived. By a single glance at this creation, it was from a known designer. In my opinion, it felt like I was attending a MET Gala—it was gorgeous, but I didn’t know if I was the right person to wear it
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THAYER I scanned every corner of this event, but I couldn’t find her. I started to worry. I took a few deep breathes to calm down. After I welcomed some guests, I paid my regards to my parents. I texted Lud and Ash. They were in one of the rooms, monitoring the situation in and out of the gala. Ash replied. Ash: Garden alone. T: Watch over her. Make sure that no reporters would get to her. Ash: Got it I slipped my phone back into my pocket. It was inappropriate, but I tended to break etiquette every now and then. “Thayer.” A voice purred beside me. Even if she stood naked in front of me right now, it wouldn’t even pique my interest. I had my woman to worry about, and she was the very least. “Lady Kadynce,” I addressed respectfully. I was well-groomed to do it, but I barely looked at her. As always, she sought my attention, smiling sweetly. She was the perfe
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KENNEDYI didn’t what to expect when Thayer—or should I call him Prince Thayer, the Duke of Assland when he told me that I was the only one that matters to him, that he was still the same person I met days ago. I just trusted him. I felt something stronger than how he made me feel in bed. Or maybe I was too delirious with the surge of my own libido that I wouldn’t care so much if, in the end, if this thing, or whatever we shared would come to an end.I was hurt—mostly my ego. I sighed in defeat. Fine. My feelings. I trusted him. We slept together without protection, and the sex was mind-blowing. But he lied to me and kept the most crucial part of his life.He was a freaking Prince. And that bitch. God, I wanted to pull my hair off my head. How could I be stupid? So damn stupid. There was a so-called Google and social media. Or maybe, I was scared of something I would find out, and I wasn’t ready to
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THAYER In a furious rage, I paced back and forth and threw out curses known to man. One of my bodyguards came down from Kennedy’s room. Judging by the look on his face, I already figured out what he was about to say. “Where’s the woman assisting Kennedy?” “She’s in the room.” He dropped his gaze, colors draining from his face. “What the fuck is she doing there?” My blood boiled, knowing nobody could talk to Kennedy to change her mind or stop her until I arrived. I forced myself to think straight, but nothing I could think of other than my selfishness and guilt screwing my head. “Miss Arina has the jewelry, and she’s— she’s crying, worried of losing her job, Your Highness.” Of course, she was. If Lud couldn’t stop her from leaving, what Arina could have done? Kennedy was no weakling—she was strong-willed, smart, and motivated, but she was also fiery and impatient. W
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