The Surrogate's Vendetta
"There's no way Cedric would have been in a relationship with you. There's no way a nonentity like you would have met the Crown Prince. You only met him when my family picked you up from the filth of your poverty-stricken life. Stop wishing there was, is, or will be something between you and the Crown Prince. People of substance do not stoop low for wild animals like you."
Juniper shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, tell that to Cedric when next he decides to fill my sweet hole with his thick meat," she retorted in the most provoking tone ever. She paused when she saw the expression on the other woman's face change. "You thought it stopped with a mere kiss," she whispered in mock disbelief, splaying her fingers on her chest. "Oh. . . you sweet, little thing. You still have a teensy bit of naivete to you, don't you? Tsk, tsk, tsk. . . Let me tell you, Cedric may be the Crown Prince but that doesn't stop him from being a man. There's no way he would resist a full-course, mouthwatering meal presented right in front of him. And Chloe
, honey. . . I am THAT and more. It's not my fault your fiancé finds me irresistible and—"