Derrick shrugs, and takes my hand in his and kisses it on camera. “I married the woman I’ve always loved,” he says. There are a chorus of “aww” that goes through the audience as he continues, “We do what we love – helping others. And we have wonderful family.”
“Right, that reminds me, the King, your father is in the audience today, no?” Taylor asks.
“And his fiancée,” Derrick replies. “Who just happens to be Alicia’s mother.”
There’s clapping and cheering in the studio audience as the camera zooms in on King Leopold and Mom.
I smile at the two of them. They seem really happy. Derrick and I getting married must have been the impetus to take the plunge for them as well.
My mind goes back to our wedding, nearly nine months ago. It was held in St. Livy and then there was a reception in both St. Livy as well as New York City when we got back. The wedding itself was magical. We had a guest list of nearly 2,000 people. Derrick had Silas D’Avington – the Prince of St. Penares come over as his best man. Jenna was my Maid of Honor. It was the social event of the year. Even President Austin Bain attended as a groomsman. Derrick credits him to being the one that handed him my article that made him jump off the plane.
“Well, it seems that everything is going fantastic for you two,” Robin Lefler comments. “And Alicia, we all remember your days as the most entertaining gossip columnist that the city has ever seen. Care to give us any new scoops?”
I smile sweetly at the camera. It’s show time.
Looking at Derrick for a moment, I turn to the hosts and say, “Derrick and I have been the two happiest people in the world for so long.” Everyone is smiling as I continue. “But soon, we’re going to be the three happiest people in the world.”
There are gasps as Derrick caresses my tummy. I just found out maybe a month ago, but I’m not showing yet.
“Congratulations,” Robin says, completely surprised about the scoop that her show is getting. Derrick didn’t want to announce on television, but I convinced him after all the fines and heartache he had put CBC through, it was the least we could do.
The audience is clapping as I smile and say, “You heard it here first, America.”
This brings out a round of laughter and I sit back, content. I’m happy to let Derrick answer the remaining questions. There’s nothing more I need to do to.
I told you my time would come, didn’t I?
The End.
Alexis
I hope you liked Prince Pleasure!
Recently, the Mona Cox line was unpublished. It’s time was over. But I’ve included several stories here as a thank you to the readers who have been with me this far.
What’s included is the following:
Daphne Vs. Daddy by Mona Cox
Carla Vs. Cowboy by Mona Cox
Lisa Vs. Outlaw by Mona Cox
Brittney Vs. Billionaire by Mona Cox
Gisele Vs. Guitar Hero by Mona Cox
Ashley Vs. Boss by Mona Cox
Alicia Vs. Billionaire by Mona Cox
Christine Vs. Professor by Mona Cox
All of these books are unpublished. You won’t get them anywhere else. They were unpublished specifically to provide a thank you to readers.
So, uhh, thank you. LOL!
Daphne Vs. Daddy
Hey Mom. I’m going on a date. With Dad.
OMG! How am I even going to have a convo like that with my mom?
I mean I don’t even think they have rules for dating your ex-stepdad.
Like what do we even celebrate first?
Our anniversary? Or Father’s Day?
Don’t get me wrong. This guy is so totally worth it.
Bad boy billionaire…with the 8 pack abs and Greek god body. And 12 inches of thick, swinging…ego.
But if he thinks I’m just gonna roll over and be a good lil’ docile girlfriend, he’s got another thing coming.
Because the only way I’m getting on my knees is if I’m getting ready to sit on his face.
And if he gets mad at that?
Then only two questions remain.
How badly will he punish me?
And how much am I gonna like it? ;)
*** It's the cute single girl versus the Big Bad Daddy in this first novel from Mona Cox. Guaranteed to be sweet, sassy, and fun. No cheating or cliffhangers. Happy Ending? Always, babe ***
33
Daphne
With butterflies in my stomach, I waltz out of the bathroom of our hotel room at the Carlyle, smoothing down my black lace teddy over my stomach. Do I have a pooch? Maybe I’m getting fat. I should probably go on a diet tomorrow. I suck my stomach in a little further.
I look over at the two men on the bed—one is my long-time boyfriend Roger, and the other guy is Carl, some random dude Roger brought to our hotel room to make my birthday wish come true—and I try to act as if this is normal. This is everyday shit for me, right?