The Royal Arrangement

Chapter 2RYKERI haven't seen a woman like Brynn before. Hot, calculating, and seductive. The woman knows how to charm the pants off of anyone. She smiles, and people melt at her feet. She gives them a look, and they are at her beck and call to fulfil all of her wishes. It's sad she comes from a middle-class family. It's not that her means are meagre. She's an independent, self-made woman. It would have been easier for us in the long term if she came from a well-esteemed family. I wish she were an upper-class woman. It might run better with my grandmama. My grandma can tolerate mediocrity in a bloodline, but again, even she has her limits. But if Brynn was a tasteful actress, I have a strong feeling in my gut that my grandmama would have liked her.Not to mention, my grandma keeps constant tabs on me. And let's not forget my mother. My security details keep updating her about everything that goes on with me. Everybody is in the loop about the things I do. They get informed. They know

Chapter 4RYKER"Honey," I holler at him. My bodyguard gives me a petrifying look. He's looking at me with a face which says, 'what does this dude want from me now?' Little does he know, I revel in the annoyance I shower at him. He's the only comedic relief in my life. I can't do much better without him. This man is responsible for my needs, as my grandma has dictated. I ought to have my fun with him. "Honey," I yell again, "Can you get me a can of beer while you're at it?" He's putting away the things I put on a grocery list for him to buy and bring back with him. When I have women over, I want them to feel at home. It's not an empty promise that I make. I stick with what I have to say. So, it only makes sense I make my new bachelor pad as homely as possible.I told Brynn I would be on top of things so we could have tropical fruits in the fridge when she visits. We are sexting a lot these days, and somehow mangoes have become foreplay. I blame the emoticons on my phone.Once I ment

Chapter 6BRYNNMy heart thumps against its walls when the words of Ryker run through my eardrum. I wonder what it would be like to be sandwiched between two people, having them kiss and caress me. I've never been that girl who experiments. But I can feel my toes curl with warmth, and my breath sizzles with the prospects that tonight could bring. I can hear the curls between my legs bloom into a pure pink flower at this very instance.Would it be intoxicating? Would it be fun?Would it be as sexual as I think it would be?The idea seems all too scandalous to me.I come from an entirely conventional, conservative upbringing. And just the thought of having someone join in with us inside the bedroom sends a thrill down my spine. My whole body shivers. I touch my lips with my fingers wondering what it would be like to have a woman kiss me.Thoughts of my friend laughing at me one evening when I was still at the university run discordantly in my head. I remember her high-pitched laughter

Chapter 8RYKERI love seeing the girls hanging out in the family room. Arthur is making his drinks and boy, is he more of a bartender than a security detail? The man has a lot of layers, and I like it. He's like an onion. A stinky pink onion, but still a vegetable. Good for health. And as they say, health is wealth. Belch, fuck that. Wealth is health. I digress. Sighing, I realise I need the girls in my bedroom soon. It's getting late for them to head back home unescorted if anyone wants to leave after we do what we do.My eyes run over Brynn's sexy body, and I inhale. The make of my pants feels tight against my crotch. She has that effect on me. I can't resist her.Brynn isn't less of an onion herself.The curves, the harshness of her tongue, the words that sometimes come out of her mouth when she's vexed, the sharp angle of her nose, the way she crosses her legs. . .just about everything. The layers I had to peel back so I could reach for her. The person she's on the inside of t