Page 18 of His Prince
“Casey, I’m fine. Really. And they aren’t horny, they’re just…Russian.”
He glances down at me and nudges me slightly. “I’m not sure I like these Russians.”
I let out a small laugh and then sigh. If only I wanted him. If only he wanted me. Things would be so much easier if I’d fallen for my bodyguard, like my brother, Diablo did. But as hot as Casey is, with those tattoos and that thick, dirty-blond hair, and as much as I’ve grown to love him, it’s not like that for us.
I’ve only ever felt that way for Mikhail, and it was wasted.
I sigh as we continue to walk. I take in the beautiful grounds surrounding us when I see someone in a full suit with impeccably styled hair dragging something through the trees. I come to a stop and lean forward, focusing my gaze.
“Is that George? Oh my god, is that a dead body?” I ask, turning toward Casey, my eyes wide.
“Hm. Yep, looks like it,” he replies, and I huff a small laugh.
“He doesn’t look like he’s even broken a sweat.”
“Yeah, better not to ask questions.”
I take his advice, putting it out of my mind. As soon as we get to the door of the guard house, Casey scans his keycard and we step inside.
As I enter, heads turn toward me, surprise on their faces for just a moment before Felix grins and waves us over.
“Look who it is. Our little husband couldn’t stay away!”
Gael snorts around a cigarette as he lifts weights in the corner, his biceps bulging, sweat dripping from his temples.
Casey scowls at him as Titus stubs out his cigarette and moves toward me, the gold chain around his bare chest winking up at me.
“He brought us flowers,” Titus says. “Perhaps we should call you our little wifeinstead.”
Casey nearly growls next to me, but I let it go.
“You can call me whatever you’d like,” I say, and Titus grins at me, chucking me under the chin.
“If I did that, Mikhail would surely cut out my tongue.”
I don’t respond to that because I don’t think Mikhail would care even if I fucked someone else. He’d only care if I broke our contract, nothing more.
A bodyguard appears from the hallway, completely naked, scratching his balls, and I glance away, but not before I catch sight of his uncut cock.
My mind flashes to Mikhail and his, the way the foreskin pulled back when he was hard.
“Put on some clothes,” Casey grunts. “Have some respect.”
“It’s fine. I don’t mind,” I reassure him. I’ll not have him making this harder for me. I’m here to win them all over. If that means they walk around naked, so be it.
The only thing I don’t want is smoking inside the main house. The rest of it can slide. I’m here to make this place my own, despite feeling as if I’m being buried alive.
I take a deep breath and then point to the container Casey is carrying.
“Sorry to barge in, but I just brought you some snacks,” I explain, nudging Casey to show the box of treats. “It’s not anything Russian, but I hope you like it all the same.”
Gael drops his weights with a loud clang and strides toward me, grabbing it and peering inside.
“Scones,” he gasps.
“Mhm. Even made some cherry jam for you guys.”
Felix glances up at the ceiling and kisses his fingertips, sending up a prayer of thanks.