Royally Kidnapped by the Prince novel Chapter 6

THAYER

Everything about Kennedy was sexy. The way she drank the water was sexy. The way she talked and when she blushed. And damn if it wasn’t sexy on how she bit her bottom lip, and it seemed that she didn’t have any idea what she was doing to me. 

An irrational surge of jealousy coursed through me. It was new to me, and I didn’t know how to handle it. I almost broke out of my disguise. And who would have thought that the first person I would see in the morning was the woman who kept me awake last night? Then she came to me only wearing a fucking robe, and she wasn’t wearing underwear beneath.

Kennedy was driving me insane, and she wasn’t even aware of it.

I left her in the room to take some breaths. I was jealous of Ash earlier—the way he easily handled the awkward silence in the room. I should be thanking him. Instead, I almost commanded him in front of Kennedy. 

“Is everything okay?” It was Ash.

“Nothing is ever gonna be okay. I’m freaking out.”

“I thought you wanna know her.” He was amused. “What’s the matter?”

I glared at him. “I almost punched you in the face earlier. What’s wrong with me? I’ve never lost control nor lost my balance, but when I saw the two of you smiling at each other, I felt something that I shouldn’t have.”

“You have feelings for her. I get it. You’re jealous.”

“To a friend?”

“You’re territorial. That’s understandable for someone like you.”

“Is this even healthy?” I asked, confused.

“You haven’t hurt anyone. You haven’t ordered her not to talk to me. There’s nothing wrong with you, T. Just take it easy, okay? We still have a lot of things to work out. It’s gonna be okay. Just keep and maintain your cover for a while.”

“Thanks.” I joined them in their room. “Lud, I want you to buy clothes for Kennedy.”

Lud’s eyebrow raised in surprise, wearing an amused look on his face.

“Not a fucking word, Ludovic.” It was from Ash.

“We didn’t sleep together. She was only asking for a phone charger.”

“And how convenient it is? You, across her room, and she’s knocking on your door. I would say it’s fate. Call it fucking destiny.”

Pissed off, I shook my head. “Just do what I said, asshole.”

“Fine. What else?”

“You’re the manwhore. You should know what women should wear, you idiot,” Ash chided him.

“You two are not virgins. You enjoyed fucking as well.”

“Language.”

“I’m sorry. That was way out of line.” 

“Just get it done. And be quick.”

“Yes, sir.”

“What about me?” Ash asked. 

“You talked to the chef to prepare us lunch. Do you know if she has any allergies?” I watched her through the laptop screen. 

“Soy.”

“And before you go, cut the feeds.” I left the room. It had been years since I felt this excitement. 

Kennedy was still in the same position earlier as I entered the room, and she looked more beautiful without makeup. And damn it, her lips, so full and seemed soft. 

She felt wary about my lunch invitation, and I couldn’t blame her. She barely knew me—she just met me yesterday. 

“A gift?” 

She held her necklace. 

I swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the thought of running my tongue in the valley of her breast. And it was harder than I thought, thinking that only an oversize robe was keeping my sanity.

“My dad gave it to me.”

“What does he do?”

“He was a journalist.”

“Was?”

“He retired after he got captured in the Middle East. Now he was a freelance writer and a full-time editor in a publishing house.”

“Your mother?”

“My mom is a photographer.”

“I guess it runs in a family.” When I smiled, she smiled back. 

“I guess you could say that. How do you know Alessia?” The way she asked, I could feel that she had been waiting to know the relationship between us.

“She’s my relative.”

“Wow! How?”

“From my father’s side.”