My Royal Kidnapper
“That I want to drag you out of this hall, bend you over the table in one of these rooms?”
She slightly rolled her eyes. She looked stunning in her red floor-length gown with her diamond tennis necklace, still, she had no idea it was my gift. All she knew was just a chosen jewelry for her to wear at tonight’s party.
“You’re beautiful, darling.”
“You’re not bad yourself, Prince Thayer.”
“Soon, you’ll be my princess.”
“I don’t need a title to be yours, babe.”
“You will still be my princess whether you like it or not. Princess Kennedy. It has a ring to it, hasn’t it? Or how about Duchess Kennedy?”
Bab Populer