was surging forward, his cock driving so deep into her it made her almost see stars, her eyes shooting upward to the ceiling as their joined orgasm reached its peak.
When she opened her eyes again, she found herself collapsed over the prince’s hard body, his cock still throbbing inside of her.
“Baby.” It was the first thing that came to her mind, and she said it.
Color stained the prince’s cheeks.
Oh!
Her lips started to part, Fawn eager to say it again—-
But this time, she couldn’t, with the prince’s fingers going back into her mouth.
The prince purred, “Let’s see who gives up first.”
****
It was almost nine in the morning when she woke up, and this time the prince was still beside her in bed, his gorgeous face relaxed in his sleep. She was tempted to touch him, to feel the silky texture of his hair and the velvety hardness of his cheek.
But she couldn’t.
Not when she had to leave.
Careful not to make any noise, Fawn left the bed and tiptoed into the bathroom to take a quick shower. After leaving a note for the prince, she hitched a ride with one of the bodyguards to get back to the mansion.
Swapping her gown for a shirt and jeans, she drove to the nearby restaurant where she and Grant used to date. But unlike before, she had no need to wait. Grant was already there, and the irony wasn’t lost on her.
Why now, Grant?
Why?
He literally jumped to his feet upon seeing her, knocking a glass of water off the table as he did, making Fawn gasp. She rushed to him as a red-faced Grant mumbled his apology, and once the waiter had finished cleaning up, she asked him worriedly, “Are you okay?”
“S-sorry.” Grabbing the bouquet on the table, he nearly shoved it at her, mumbling, “T-this is for you.”
Doing her best not to accidentally swallow some petals, she carefully pulled it away from her face and managed a smile at Grant. “Thank you.”
He pulled her seat out for her, and again, his lack of coordination caused a near mishap, the back of her chair bumping hard against the patron seated behind her.
The older woman sent Grant a quelling look, and Fawn was stunned to see Grant simply accept it. Instead of sitting, she touched his arm, asking quietly, “Are you okay? You don’t seem yourself.” And he didn’t, at all. Even though he looked so much better now, like he had actually gone to sleep and taken a shower before coming to the restaurant – he was still a far cry from the Grant Bennett she had grown up with.
Grant was smiling down at her like she had told him the secrets to the universe. “Thank you for caring, Fawn.”
When they were seated, he continued to look at her with too-bright eyes and a smile that made her feel like she was the only thing that mattered to him.
Once, that would have made her happy.
But now, it simply left her feeling confused, especially when Grant would jump at every loud noise he heard and almost every move he made would result in a mishap. Throughout the meal, she tried hard to be patient, hoping that he would open up. But when their dessert plates were already taken away and he still hadn’t said anything important, she knew she had to take the initiative.
“Grant?”
“Yes, luv?”
“What’s wrong?”
His smile dimmed. “W-what do you mean?”
“Something’s wrong, Grant,” she said gently, “and it’s clearly bothering you.”
He shook his head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about—-”
“Please don’t lie.” Frustration made her voice just a little sharp, but to her surprise, the impact on Grant was immediate and incredible, his entire body jerking in his seat.
“G-Grant?” Something was seriously wrong with him, Fawn realized.
He began wringing his hands together over the table. “I h-have something to tell you.”
It was painful to hear him stutter, and despite everything, Fawn’s heart ached for him. “It’s okay if you don’t—-”
“I h-have to.” His face completely stiff and pale, Grant told her everything about his affair with Lou. There was little he was telling her that she didn’t know or suspected, but even so—-
It hurt.
A sick expression had formed on his face by the time he finished, and his voice shook as he said, “I didn’t mean to hurt y-you. I w-wasn’t thinking. I’m s-sorry.”
Fawn could only nod. She had thought that once Grant made his admission, she would have so many things to say, but now that he did – she realized that words