Page 36 of His Prince
Just as I think that, my phone rings. I glance down and see my longtime friend’s—the one who runs my laundering businesses—name flash across my screen.
“Hello, old friend,” I say, some of my paranoia dissipating as Ispeak with him. Daniil’s been with me since college—a-tried-and-true friend. “How are things?”
“Good, was just calling to check in and see how marriage is treating you.”
I rub at my eyes. “As well as can be expected.”
Daniil lets out a laugh. “Ah, yes, is he giving you trouble?”
“No more than a husband will.”
Daniil huffs a laugh and we talk business—mostly in Russian and using cryptic terms that wouldn’t get either of us in trouble if someone were listening in on us—before saying goodbye.
The phone sits on my desk as I lean back in my chair, staring at the ceiling and trying to gather my bearings, when a thump from the hallway has me sitting up and glancing at the door.
What the hell is that?
Another thump, a crash, and a giggle.
Angel. My little devil.
I know the sounds he makes, they’re etched in my brain.
Seemingly so innocent, so lovely, when in reality he’s a fucking devil in disguise.
Fool me once…
I stand up and pull the door open, glancing down the hallway and seeing that bodyguard of his, Casey, helping Angel drag the mattress from the guest room.
It barely resembles a mattress anymore. It’s torn to pieces, bits of foam hanging from the shredded fabric, and a spring scrapes against the wall as they attempt to drag it down the hallway.
“Not the new paint!” Nina hisses, and I nearly growl.
Nina, the woman who practically raised me, the one who wielded the cane and never spoiled the child, is on his side. How he managed that is beyond comprehension.
I feel my teeth clench, nearly cracking as I move toward them.
“What are you doing?” I bite out.
“Oh hello,husband. There was a bit of an accident,” Angel says, looking far too sweet.
“An accident that ripped the mattress to shreds?” I ask, and he shrugs.
“Oops.” He smiles at me and then gets back to work, ignoring me completely.
“You’re in the way,” Nina says as she pushes me to the side, and I’m left to watch as the three of them bring the mattress toward the front door. I have no idea what they plan on doing with it, but I’m fucking intrigued.
Does he think this will deter me? Does he think people only fuck on beds? He’s a naïve virgin…well, not anymore.
My cock twitches in my pants, and I run a hand across the back of my neck.
The way he felt…
I push those thoughts away, refusing to be lured into something detrimental because of a tight, eager hole.
I’ve been there. Done that.
Never again.