Royally Kidnapped by the Prince novel Chapter 10

THAYER

My self-discipline is legendary. 

I was born with privilege—with a golden spoon. Since birth, I was molded to be a man with dignity, with class. I was taught how to act, how to smile, how to behave, and how to speak. Everything. 

But here I was glaring at the asshole who broke my Kennedy’s heart while I was fighting the urge to yank her head and devour her mouth for a raw kiss. 

Pride swelled in my chest as she remained calm, throwing curses at her ex. 

A woman cursing in front of people was not quite impressive. With an exemption of my woman. And watching her stand against that son of a bitch was even a turn-on. 

For the next couple of minutes, I leisurely observed her even though I may have fucked up in the head. 

I dutifully inspect the apartment she shared with that scuzzball. My chest constricted in jealousy. Then I realized what a class A asshole he was. He didn’t deserve Kennedy, and I was sure that Kennedy deserved better, who respected her and gave her what she needed and wanted, not someone who denied her even over sex.

And that new woman of his. I didn’t see anything special about her. I turned my attention to my woman, and I didn’t like even a bit of how Raoul fucking Foster raising his voice at Kennedy, but I left it to Lud and Ash. They could handle this situation easily.

Dominance was in my nature. It ran in my blood. I noticed how Raoul reacted upon seeing me. I used to it because most people showed the same reaction when I was in my royal mode.

“Again, it’s none of your fucking business.” Lud was enjoying a little bit too much, tormenting Raoul, and he kept calling Kennedy love. If I had not known him, I would be striking him with punches, but Kennedy grew to like him. And I could trust her with Lud, even with all my being—he would never betray me.

“We’ll be leaving once Kennedy’s belongs out of here,” I said formally, even if my blood was boiling and my fists were itching to punch this asshole directly in his ugly face. 

“Good, because that man over there is being disrespectful.”

“He’s quite over-protective over Kennedy.”

“And who the hell is he?” He was even more confused.

I started to have fun myself.

“I’ve been telling you for quite some time now that I work in movers.”

“I don’t believe a word he said.” He looked at me.

“I heard that,” Lud replied from the sofa.

“Ken, who are these people? How did you get entangled with them?”

My stomach clenched tightly. “Watch your tone, Mr. Foster.”

“I think I’m gonna leave,” said the woman. “Call me, Raoul. We have a lot to talk about.”

“Oh, trouble in paradise already.”

“Lud, enough,” I said calmly.

“Why would I?”

The door slammed shut behind that woman. 

“This fucking asshole cheated on Ken, raised his voice on a woman, and he thinks I should give a fuck of giving him my respect? I’m a womanizer, but I never cheated on women. I never disrespected them.”

“So you’re a perfect guy just like to swing his dick around?” bantered Raoul.

“Yeah. That’s my point.” Lud was still calm, not giving any interest in Raoul’s outburst.

“And you call that respect?”

“Yes, dude, because I gave them what they wanted from me. If they wanted sex, I gave them. I’m not trying to be so righteous or a saint because I am not that person. But they said one’s man loss is another man’s gain.” He smirked.

“What?”

“Oh? That’s deliberately obtuse.” Lud snickered.

The movers had finally arrived. 

“Ken, I’ll leave you to pack your things. I have something to do.”

“Great. Just run away, man!” Lud yelled before Raoul shut the door behind him.

I moved towards Kennedy. She helped to assist these men, placing her things in the box. “You okay?”

She quickly turned to me, wearing a bright smile on her face. “Yeah. Why?”

I shook my head. “I just wanna make sure you’re okay.”

She sighed. “I can’t believe it. I even attended their office Christmas party, and he introduced me to that woman.”

“No one could have known that.” I tucked the loss strand behind her ear.

“Just make out already.” 

She rolled her eyes. “You’ve been difficult, Lud.”

“He’s an asshole.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” She looked at Ash, still watching like a hawk on the window.

“I was referring to your ex.”

“Oh? Then that’s a good thing that he’s already my ex. I love my new apartment, though.” She giggled. 

I couldn't help but smile. I thought it was cute and sexy. “Glad it meets your standard.”