Page 48 of Broken Prince

He doesn’t look convinced, but he continues to clean me up.

This man is so damn sweet. I don’t think I could have found a more perfect stranger to have a night of fun with.

A small part of me is sad he’s only passing through. I’d love to see him again.

Only, how would that work? I lied to him about... everything. My name, my age, what I do. Everything.

At least he didn’t say my fake name throughout all of this. It would have been a bucket of water on the fire, for sure.

He helps me off the sink when he’s done, placing me on my wobbly legs.

“Oh, god,” I groan, getting a look at myself in the mirror.

He grins, watching me as I grab a paper towel, wet it, and then clean up the mess the best I can.

By the time I’m done, most of my makeup is off my face, but at least I don’t look like a clown who was crying.

Tossing the paper towels into the trash, I turn to face him. “Thank you.” I bite my lower lip. “For everything. I needed that more than you know.”

He steps forward, crowding over me. “It was my pleasure, Sweetheart. It was beyond amazing. Thank you for trusting me with your body tonight.”

I blush, liking the way he’s looking at me way more than I should.

“And to get your mind off that shitty ex of yours,” he adds, brow raised.

I huff out a laugh. “What ex?”

He grins, chuckling.

“It’s late. I better get going.” I hate saying goodbye, but it was nearly midnight by the time we came in here. I don’t want to be stumbling into the house in the early hours of the morning, not with Benny, just down the hall.

“Okay,” he says softly. “Can I walk you to your car? Make sure you get there safe.”

“I’d like that.” I smile up at him.

I fix my dress the best I can and follow him out of the bathroom. This time, he takes my hand in his and leads me through the bar out to the parking lot.

“This is me.” I point to the car and cringe inwardly. It must look like a hunk of junk compared to what he’s driving.

“Thank you again for tonight, Sweetheart. It was fun talking to you, spending time with you.”

“You too.”

“Good luck with your dancing. I wish nothing but the best for you.”

Guilt hits me hard. “Thanks, and same to you, Kai. Take lots of photos with me in mind on your next trip. Maybe someday we will bump into each other again and you can tell me all about it.”

“Maybe,” he whispers.

My heart fucking bursts when he leans in and kisses me so sweetly, I can’t help but feel sad that this night is over.

“Goodnight, Daisy.”

And just like that, reality comes crashing in.

Daisy.

I’m never pretending to be another person again in my life.