Royally Kidnapped by the Prince novel Chapter 32

KENNEDY

I missed him. 

Thayer had been avoiding me for three days. I thought I deserved that. God, I loved this man, but because of his poor choice, I was punishing him, when in the end, I was suffering. 

This guy had been working hard since he was young, doing his duties to his people while I was acting like a complete bitch. Yeah, he made mistakes. People made mistakes, so did I. I wasn’t perfect. So why not be civil and treat him with the respect that he deserved.

I’d also come to realize that I could do my job everywhere in the world. I’d be a chance—an opportunity most people wouldn’t get to— to help people, and I was taking it for granted. My service may not be direct to my people, but knowing that I could help the less fortunate, would be a fulfillment. 

When Princess Carlott asked me if I could join her in visiting the feeding program for less fortunate kids in the rural area, without a second thought, I agreed right away.

Now, I was thinking if I should tell Thayer or not. When I thought of borrowing books from his study, I didn’t think he would be there. Yet, I was beyond relieved that he talked to me again. 

Now he was here in bed with me. We didn’t do anything other than having conversations, but I was aware of his presence. And then he laid his head on my back. The delicious pressure he gave on my lower spine was hard to ignore.

It felt like it had been a long time since I’d been longing for the subtle warmth of his touch on my skin. How was I supposed to not react to this? I couldn’t remember I’d been affected quite this way before. Never. Never with another man. 

I love him. Yet, it didn’t scare me. Not anymore. 

When I thought the reason I agreed to marry him was that I wanted to help him with his birthright. I was wrong. It was more than that—I wanted to make him happy, even if it made me selfless. What was only frightening once he knew.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He pulled me out of my deep thoughts.

“What?” I turned my head to look at him.

He barely touched his finger on my chin. I felt the desire jolting my skin. “Penny for the thoughts.” He tried to hide his smile.

“I wanna go with your sister to a feeding program. That’s if you let me.”

He raised his head, finally came to face to face with me. “On one condition.”

“Why do I feel like I’m not gonna like it?” I squinted my eyes at him.

“It’s not difficult.”

A smile edges onto my lips. “Fine. What is it?”

“We should end ignoring each other. Stop pushing me away. I promise I won’t force you to do anything you don’t like.”

I remembered that scene again. It hurt a lot knowing he’d been sleeping with women while I was just in another room. “Sure.”

“What is it that’s bothering you so much, Kennedy? I won’t keep any secrets from you unless I thought it would be best for you not to know about it.” 

“It’s nothing.” I looked down at the pages, but it looked like words just magically turned to Mandarin.

“Please?” He held my arm. “I wanna know.”

It was the most difficult to ignore when he looked at me with pleading eyes. I sighed, closed the book, and I turned my body so that we were facing each other. I looked at his face, the most handsome man I’d ever met.

“How many?”

His brow arched. “How many?”

“How many times? How many are they?”

He looked confused. His brows knitted. “What exactly are you asking me about?”

“You had a threesome in your room. Do you usually practice that? How often?”

A slow smile built on his lips, and I wanted to smack it off. He knew I was jealous, even if I wasn’t the type. He then burst out laughing. His rich voice echoed in the entire room.

“What’s so funny?”

He was still laughing. Crinkles formed at the corner of his eyes. “Jesus Christ!”