Total pages in book: 230
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
A part of me knew I should listen to them. A bigger part of me couldn’t. Probably the same bit that donned a hard-on every time the princess walked into a room, that I had used to pleasure myself, the image of her riding me hard and fast. The piece I needed to cool the fuck off if I was going to treat her like the royalty she was. Though, even without her title, she would never be some random hookup.
Something about Pilar captivated me. Maybe it was her innocence or the way she carried herself as if she were trying to keep her composure in any given situation. Except last night. Last night, she was wild—dancing on the tables, singing loudly, letting her hair down. A completely different Pilar from the prim and proper one I’d met countless times before. I’d heard from a lot of our mutual connections that she had a crush on me, but she never made it obvious. Every time she saw me, she smiled politely, small-talked, and then moved on to the next person. I hated when she left.
“Everything all right, boss?”
I looked up at David and nodded. My agent had hired David to keep an eye on me when I first came into the league. I was rash back then. Too young, too stupid, and was handed too much money for my own good. It was a careless time for me. Freedom had been given to me quickly, which was another luxury I didn’t have back home. And so, the league complained, and my agent got involved and hired David to babysit me.
At first, I was upset. I hated David. He was too prim and proper in his Gentleman’s Quarterly suits and shiny loafers. A complete contrast to my heavily tattooed body and designer trainers. It took me a year to warm up to him, which was the norm for me. I didn’t trust easily. I did everything in my power to push him away, and he just kept coming back. He said the money was too good to give up. Most people laughed, but I knew he wasn’t joking. So, David stayed, and I learned to trust him. He taught me that not everyone who comes into your life is looking for ways to destroy it.
“Pilar came by the villa,” I said after a while.
“Oh? To accept or decline the invitation?”
“Neither.” I shot him a look. “She did accept though.”
“I figured she would.” He smiled slightly. “She’s always had a crush on you.”
“She came by because she thought we slept together.”
“Why would she think that?” His eyebrows pulled together. “I’m gone a week and you…you didn’t, did you?”
“Of course, I didn’t. I helped her get home after a night of partying. That’s it.”
“You said you wouldn’t touch her. That was the deal.”
“I’m well aware.”
“If her brothers find out you hooked up with their baby sister, I don’t even want to think about the kinds of things they’ll do to the team,” David continued. “The only reason you’re taking her to the gala is because they know it’ll cheer her up. It’s been a year since her father’s death, and she hasn’t gotten back on her feet. One night out with the star of Le Bleus, her crush. But they know you’d never touch her because you’re much older, much wiser, and have other women on your mind.”
“David, shut the fuck up. I’m not going to sleep with the princess.” I sighed, exasperated. “I don’t need anyone to remind me of that, and I don’t need you babysitting me.”
“I know you don’t. You know you don’t. But you like having me around. I keep you grounded.”
“You annoy me.”
“Comes with the territory.” He shrugged a shoulder, picking up the mimosa he’d been sipping. “Anyway, your tuxedo came in. You should try it on tonight in case you need any last-minute alterations. I’ll catch up with you later.” He drained his mimosa as he stood and set the empty flute on the table. “I have a date tonight.”
With that, he left, leaving me to pay the bill and think about what he’d said. He wasn’t wrong. Even though I really wanted Pilar in my bed, there were myriad reasons it shouldn’t happen.
The only problem was that I wasn’t great at following the rules.
CHAPTER 4
Pilar
“I feel like my breasts are going to pop out of this dress.” I inhaled and held my breath as the designer, Katrina, zipped me up.
“You look gorgeous, honey.”
“Your dress is stunning. I look like I’m not supposed to be wearing it.” I eyed the form-fitting black gown.
“Nonsense. The minute I finish zipping you up, you’ll exhale and see it fits you like a glove.”
I didn’t want to tell her the glove was too small because I didn’t want to offend her, but it sure felt that way. The mere act of breathing made it feel like my ribs would pop out of the dress. When she dropped her hands and stepped back, I exhaled slowly. It was still tight, but…okay.