All Chapters of The Girl Who Loved Two Princes: The Her Before You : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

2019, December 8th & 9th Things didn’t go well for Aria after she and Troy started their little poker tournament. He was absolutely merciless. His teaching style was more throwing you in the deep end than letting you have floaties. He didn’t stop her from taking her clothes off either. Never one to back down from a fight, she could hardly say no. She had been the one to start it after all. It didn’t take very long before she didn’t have a stitch on. As he watched her underwear drop, Troy felt that he had definitely better leave now. He had to give it to her, she had guts. Too much for his liking just then. He walked over to her, taking her in, appreciating the toned body he wasn't going to let himself have just yet. Troy was a gentleman in the truest sense or at least he wanted to be, was trying to be. No matter how sure he was he was walking into a trap, he couldn't make himself stop going to her. Her tricks weren't wrapped up in deceit. She'd let him know exactly what was going t

Aria and Troy showed up arm in arm an hour later. Emily had breakfast served outside, watching them closely. This was not the man she had dinner with only three nights ago. Say what you will about him, he was absolutely taken with her. Either that or he was faking it really well and she’d underestimated him yet again. If the former, her cousin really must be something in the sack. Hell if they weren’t family, Emily would be considering doing her at this point. “Aren’t you two getting on well?” Emily observed. Perhaps it was less apparent because of the stupid smile on his face and the doting way that Troy was looking at Aria, but he was watching the other Maine too. She seemed agitated, frustrated. Emily kept raising a cup to her lips, only to set it back down again without drinking from it. Had she already found something? And if she did, why wasn’t she sharing with the rest of the class? That was after all why she’d brought them out here, wasn’t it? Not that he

Meanwhile, inside the warehouse Dean and Diane were sitting down to a talk. He was losing patience with her. She’d apparently changed her mind about leaving after all. “Di, things are already in motion here. I won’t be able to get you out again,” Dean said, restraining himself. “I know,” she smiled. “But Troy’s right. Ethan’s here and I don’t want to be without him and there’s no reason we can’t discuss living in Warlanda after the wedding.” Troy, fucking Troy! Of course he’d gotten into her head, undone all the work and effort Dean had put in over the last few days. No matter how much Diane adored Dean, she respected Troy. It was no wonder. The kid was quick witted. He saw things other people didn’t, paid attention and maneuvered accordingly. It wasn’t just that he collected information in a way most people couldn’t, it was the way he used it once he had it. Troy was a born leader, a soldier. Someone who saw Dean coming more times than he liked, including this time. Dean was si

“Anyone who knows Troy Pierce knows that there are no faults, no weaknesses there. He’s the perfect prince. I’m a means to an end, nothing more.” Dean looked down at his wrist and CC saw it. He knew he didn’t have a lot of time before Troy figured out where he was, what he was doing. She knew it too. She just had to keep him busy long enough for Troy to get here. “I thought so too, but then I saw him with you. He allows you to be close to him, lets you in, plays nice with you. Tell me, how do you do it?” “I could ask you the same thing,” she said, her morbid curiosity getting the better of her. “How do you manage to piss off Troy Pierce? I’ve been trying for four months straight and never could quite do what you did in ten minutes.” Dean chuckled. This must be it. She was smart, just like his brother. She didn’t ask what he wanted, showed no fear. Even if she was bluffing, she was doing a damn good job of it. He closed in on her, squatted and took her chin into his hand. She d

“Well knock me over with a feather. You’re a closet nerd!” she said, exploring her surroundings.He sat up, patting the space next to him on the bed. “This is why I don’t usually bring chicks home. They get stupid obsessed with my brain and ignore all this,” he said, indicating towards his body.“They’re probably just blown away that you have a brain,” she said. “I know I am. Advanced Mandarin, Japanese, French, Spanish. How many languages do you speak?!”“Just ten,” he shrugged. “Oh is that all?” she said, flabbergasted. “You’d understand if you met my parents. Henry and Mary demand excellence, no exceptions.” She moved on, taking in all the other little things he had laid out all over the room. He was only visiting, but the room had a lot of obvious personal touches. She tapped a punching bag on her way to the crystal chess board. “You play chess?”“Only when I want something from Henry. It’s jus