Alle Kapitel von SWEET SPOT: Kapitel 71 – Kapitel 80

GwenThe next day, I woke up with a flutter in my stomach. Cedric was back at work. I had heard the servants whispering about it in the hallway. The thought of seeing him again made my heart race. Last night, after he sent me those pictures, I had touched myself while staring at them, imagining his hands on me instead of my own. I came harder than I had in a long time, his name on my lips.I spent extra time in front of the mirror, applying makeup carefully — a touch of blush, a soft pink lip gloss, just enough to look effortlessly beautiful. I chose a fitted dress that hugged my curves, something elegant but not too obvious. I wanted him to notice me. I wanted him to want me.I left my room with a spring in my step, practically bouncing down the corridor. I already knew exactly where he would be.And there he was — tall, sharp in his black suit, hands clasped in front of him, standing guard just outside my father’s study the way he was supposed to. The door was slightly ajar behind h

Cedric I blinked twice, trying to process what I had just seen. Gwen, wrapped in the arms of another guy, hugging him tightly on her bed. The image burned into my mind as I quietly stepped back and shut the door behind me. Thankfully, the guy was facing the other way, but Gwen had been facing the door. She must have seen me.I walked down the hallway, my mind racing. Is that Gwen’s boyfriend? Why would she want a sexual agreement with me if she already has someone? Or is he not active in her life?I shook my head, trying to push the thoughts away. I had a job to do. I returned to my post near the King’s study, standing tall and professional. The rest of the day passed in a blur. Gwen never checked on me. Every time I passed her room, I heard laughter and talking — her and that guy clearly enjoying each other’s company. It stung more than I wanted to admit.When my shift finally ended, I left the palace and boarded the bus home. I sat by the window, staring at the passing streets, but

CedricA few days had passed, and Gwen had made my life in the palace an absolute nightmare.She ignored me whenever I tried to speak to her. Gave me the cold shoulder during shifts without so much as a glance in my direction. Sent me on pointless errands that seemed designed specifically to be as inconvenient as possible. She acted like I didn’t exist unless it suited her, and then only to give me another task. The library books needed dusting again. The east corridor needed checking. The tea from the kitchen was apparently the wrong temperature.It was exhausting in a way that went beyond the physical. I could handle the work. It was the deliberate indifference that got under my skin more than I wanted to admit.By Friday evening I had convinced myself I was imagining it. That maybe she was just busy or stressed, or that I was reading too much into a princess behaving like a princess. I had just finished my duties and was heading toward the staff corridor, relieved to have made it t

GwenI nodded.My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. I was shy, painfully shy, and nervous in a way I had never been before. But Cedric’s eyes were steady on mine, calm and reassuring.He leaned down and kissed me again, slow and deep, until some of the tension melted from my body. His hands roamed gently over my skin, stroking my sides, my thighs, my breasts, like he was trying to memorize every inch of me.“You’re okay,” he whispered against my lips. “Just breathe. I’ve got you.”I nodded again, trusting him.He kissed down my neck, then lower, taking his time. His mouth found my breasts, sucking softly on my nipples until I was whimpering. Then he moved even lower, spreading my legs and settling between them. His tongue returned to that sensitive spot, licking and sucking gently, working me open with his fingers until I was soaking wet and trembling.By the time he crawled back up my body, I was a mess — flushed, breathing hard, and aching for him.He position

GwenMy phone, however, continued ringing.Then the messages started pouring in.Sophia (private): You really had sex?Sophia (private): Wow. Really? Tell me about it.Sophia (private): Anyway, pick up your calls, okay?A few seconds later:Sophia (private): Pick up my fucking calls, Gwen!I exhaled hard through my nose, rolled my eyes, and finally answered.“You had sex?” Sophia’s voice was sharp, almost accusing.“Yeah.” The single word came out softer than I meant it to. My free hand drifted down, resting lightly over the soft fabric between my thighs. I was still a little swollen. Still sensitive. Every small shift made me remember how thick Cedric had felt stretching me open.“With who?”My eyes widened. The question hit like a slap.I hadn’t prepared for that.There was absolutely no way I was telling her the truth — that I had paid my father’s own bodyguard to take my virginity. That the same man who stood silent and lethal outside the throne room had just been buried so deep i