Tears slide down her cheeks as she shakes her head over and over. “I can’t marry you. It was never supposed to be—I can’t.”
I take her face in my hands, and she stifles her crying. “Think with your brain, not with your heart.” I consider that for a moment. “Unless your heart tells you to fuck me, then you should listen to it.”
“What’s in it for you?”
“What do you mean?”
“You heard me. If you can divorce anyone you want, why not marry some chick from the village who will worship your cock? Why me?”
“I don’t want a girl who’ll worship my cock because I’m a prince. I want her to worship my cock because I make her come so hard she forgets her own name.”
Honestly, I have no idea what the girl of my dreams looks like, but she’s definitely not one of those pretty, boring dolls they keep sending to me.
“That’ll never be me,” she says nastily. “You’re the one who got me in this mess!”
“Whatever you say, love.”
Daisy shoves me hard, and my back hits a tree. I’m amazed by the fire dancing in her eyes—the absolute, apoplectic rage. I’ve never seen anything like it in a woman. She’s terrifyingly beautiful. I almost expect her to brandish an ax out of thin air and cleave me in two. She hits my chest again, not very hard, but I catch her next punch out of the air.
“Get it all out of your system now.”
“You cock-sucking bastard!”
I relish the sound of her voice blasting me with her crude, American insults.
“Pig-fucking asshat!”
My lungs burst with laughter, which makes her even more furious. “Once we get to the castle, you will have to behave with all the decorum of a prince’s fiancée.”
At the word fiancée, all the fight evaporates from her limbs. She sags against me, looking absolutely miserable.
“It could be a lot worse.”
“You don’t understand.”
I do, though. She thinks she’s trapped. I’m about to lead a fucking country. Welcome to my life. I never asked to be born to my parents, and I could step aside, but that would be allowing my incompetent brother to take my place and fuck it all up. She gets a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and then she gets to go home and write an insider’s account on life inside Harronvale Palace. A tell-all book. Whatever the hell she wants. She’ll be sent home and enjoy all the freedoms of her democratic country. She’ll be free to tell everyone what a sex-crazed prick I am.
No doubt, the people will be relieved when I divorce the American in favor for a lovely Anglefell girl.
I can just picture it now—the scandal. The intrigue! Prince Liam Chooses Foreign Bride, Prince Liam Marries American Girl. I can also imagine the hordes of pissed-off Anglefell women who will be pissed off that I chose an American over one of my own. Who cares? It’ll enrage my father, and it’ll bring some positivity to Anglefell, for once.
And in the meantime? Daisy will be mine.
“Holy crap,” Daisy exclaims as she takes a step inside. “This is… wow.”
A warped image of Daisy ripples on the golden, circular plate that hangs over my fireplace. She gazes over my vast apartment, taking in the giant LCD screen, my mismatched furniture, the crown moldings, the giant Manchester United poster. She raises an eyebrow.
“I thought anything from England was scum.”
“I never said that, love. I said we’re not English, which is true.”
She mutters something indistinct.
I watch as the Daisy reflection bites her lip as she searches for something positive to say. She stares pointedly at the coffee table, which was made out of reclaimed church pews, and then at the leather chairs surrounding the fire.
“What?” I say finally.
“It’s, um… weird.”
“What’s weird?”
“You’ve got like a hipster vibe,” she says, motioning toward the coffee table. “And then you’ve got like a prissy-grandma vibe at the same time.” She points toward one of the antique footstools.
“I’m not an interior decorator.”
“That’s obvious.”
My jaw goes slack as she insults me casually and tests my bed by throwing herself over the mattress. She splays her limbs across the mattress, closing her eyes. They flutter open when she hears my footsteps.
“You know, the girls I usually bring up here don’t give a flying fuck about my décor.”
“They’re too preoccupied with the fact they’re going to fuck a prince to realize you’re a jerk with bad taste.”
“I’m glad you’ve finally realized how life-changing my cock can be.”