Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
A hot shiver teased down my spine, and I found myself squeezing my legs shut, heat blooming between them at the thought. I tried to fight it — tried to imagine how awful it would have been to lose it to the muscled, gorgeous, tattooed Prince Cole in that huge elegant bed in that giant hotel room in Paris looking out over the Eiffel Tower, but…
But yeah, that went about as well as you might think.
I bit my lip, fighting back against the wave of filthy, dirty thoughts blazing through my head — my imagination running buck wild with every possible thing that could have happened with him in that big bed.
Ugh, stop it!
I took a deep breath, shaking my head clear of the lurid fantasies as I grabbed up my laptop instead and curled my feet under me. I googled his name, and the screen instantly flashed with hundreds of pictures and articles involving Cole and some manner of scandal or impropriety. I scowled, feeling the fury rise up inside at the pictures of him smiling for selfies with scantily clad girls on a beach, or in a club. And I made it another three seconds before I slammed the laptop shut and pushed it away.
Jealous much?
…I immediately wanted to slap the voice inside for even suggesting it. But then, that dumb voice inside wasn’t exactly wrong, and I knew it, even if I didn’t like it one bit.
Cole McCabe was a bad boy to the tenth degree. He was crude, and tattooed, and had a horrible reputation of bucking authority. I mean God, he’d actually been in a freaking punk rock band when he was younger — the very one I’d met him at that night. And here I was, what, mooning over him? Daydreaming and fantasizing about my night with him?
I mean the man was gorgeous, but this wasn’t just some wild night I could forget about now. I’d married him. For real. For very very real.
I was groaning into my hands when my phone buzzed to life. I glanced at it and frowned at the blocked number. I didn’t exactly have an easily findable number. I mean that was just standard security protocol with being royal and heir to a throne. I almost ignored it before I remembered my friend Riley’s habit of constantly losing her cell phone and rolled my eyes.
Yeah, it had to be her. And seeing as our friend Callie was being married off in a week to a crappy King to settle some debt, we had a lot to talk about.
“Hey,” I answered cheerfully, pushing my own problems aside. I mean, mine weren’t small problems, but they could wait. One of my best friends was about to married off like it was the middle ages in a few days, and right now, that had to come first.
“Lose your phone again, you ditz?”
“See I liked prick better than ditz.”
The color went out of my face, and I almost dropped the phone.
“How the hell did you get my number?” I hissed, my face turning red as I heard Cole chuckling into the phone.
“Magic.”
I scowled, staring at my tattoo as that deep, growly voice of his purred through the phone.
“Which means?”
“Which means I’m a Prince and I’ve got money to spend on getting someone to get me your number.”
“Yeah because that’s not creepy at all.”
“Some might call it charming.”
“No one would ever call you charming.”
Cole laughed. Loudly. And damned if it didn’t make my heart jump and make me want to smile and laugh right along with him. But I quickly forced those thoughts away and scowled instead.
“You know, now that I think about it,” his deep voice uttered into the phone.”You called me quite a few other things the other night.”
My face went bright red.
“Quite a few very naughty things if I remember cor—”
I hung up and tossed the phone away.
My pulse raced, and I could feel a tingle teasing it’s way through every single part of my body, despite my efforts to stop it. No, this was terrible. I’d fucking MARRIED Cole McCabe. Tabloid king. Notorious playboy. Prick extraordinaire. I’d spent a night getting drunk with him, getting tattooed with him, and then getting legally freaking married to him before apparently taking all of my clothes off and jumping into bed with him. Which was all terrible.
…Right?
I yanked the blankets up over me, chewing on my lip as the heat bloomed through me. One of the tabloid headlines I’d just read came flitting back into my head, something about the “Irresistible Bad Boy, Prince Cole of Luthane.”
Irresistible, huh? I frowned. As soon as I could, I’d march over there to Luthane, grab him by the ear, and drag him to the nearest lawyer’s office.
Irresistible. I blew air through my lips.
Please. I’d show them just how easily I could resist him.