Finding My Prince Charming(39)
“I’ll see you later, Lola.” Sebastian walked over to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
“Bye, Sebastian.” I smiled at him and tried not to blush at his kiss. “See ya tomorrow or something.”
“Out. Now.” Xavier’s voice was hard, and we both watched as his brother exited the room. “You’re playing with fire.” He turned to look at me.
“Excuse me?”
“You’re playing with fire, Lola.” He stepped towards me. “Do you really think I’m going to be okay with you flirting with my brother?”
“What?” My voice grew louder, but inside I was smiling. Was he jealous?
“Stay away from Sebastian.” His eyes looked at me in distaste.
“Sorry. What?” The color left my face as I surveyed him.
“You are not the sort of girl he should be with.”
“Are you joking?” I blinked at him, trying not to lose it.
“I don’t joke, Lola.” He stepped closer towards me and I stepped back.
“You can’t tell me to not see Sebastian.”
“He’ll never commit to you.” He shook his head. “You will never be the girl for him—and not just because you have had sex with me.”
“How dare you bring that up!” I gasped.
“I know you haven’t told him.” His eyes glowered. “You haven’t told him that you’ve known his brother intimately, have you? You haven’t told him that I have possessed your body. That I’ve had you screaming out my name in ecstasy as I’ve brought you to climax after climax.”
I stared at him silently, refusing to acknowledge his words. I shouted inwardly at my body as my stomach did flip-flops and I felt a light pressure building up in my panties.
“You don’t really think he’d be happy being with you if he knew that you have slept with his brother.”
“I’m not going to tell him,” I whispered.
“Do you like him?” he growled, and his face was suddenly next to mine. “Do you want to be with him?”
“No.” I pushed him away from me. “I don’t want to be with him, and I don’t want to be with you either.”
“Liar,” he whispered next to my ear. He grabbed my hand and placed it on the front of his pants. “You feel this,” he whispered as he pressed my hand into his hardness. My fingers squeezed gently, and he groaned as he grew harder in my hand. “You want me as badly as I want you.”
“I don’t want to be with a jerk.” I shook my head. “Just because we slept together once doesn’t mean anything. You’re such an asshole.” I walked away from him and put my hand in my pocket. It felt empty without him filling my palm.
“Where are you going now?”
“To lunch.”
“I will take you.”
“I don’t want you to take me.”
“Why do you always resist me, Lola?”
“Why don’t you get the hint?”
“You’re trying to make me pay for that first night, aren’t you?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about?”
“The money was a joke.”
“Sure.” I rolled my eyes.
“It was in poor taste.” His eyes searched mine. “Can we not start over?”
“I don’t think we can.”
“You’re a hard woman to please.”
“I think most women would be hard to please after you’ve called them a slut and warned them to stay away from your brother.”
He changed the subject. “How old are you, Lola?”
“I’m twenty-one.”
“Of course,” he groaned.
“How old are you?”
“I’m twenty-eight.”
“Can I go now?”
He grabbed my hands. “Stop flirting with my brother!”
“Why?” I looked into his eyes with my heart all aflutter.
“He will never marry you. He’s betrothed to someone else.”
“Betrothed?” I repeated dumbly.
“As a prince in Romerius, he has certain expectations.”
“He’s a prince?” My jaw dropped and then my eyes narrowed. “So wait ... Are you a prince as well?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
“And you’re betrothed as well?” My heart stopped for a second.
“I’m never getting married.” He laughed. “Not anytime soon.”
“I see.” I looked away from him.
“They call me the playboy prince.”
“Hence your weekends of fun.” I nodded in understanding.
“Exactly. One weekend, no strings.” His fingers ran to my face. “Though sometimes I make exceptions.”