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Chapter 1

William Triannon Frederik Harald Christien Grimaldi of Liorland

“Huh?” I asked, turning over and bu into a familiar, hairy chest

The groggy voice behindYou need to get the hell out of here”

“Shit” I sat up and looked around, orienting ain We’d been out clubbing the night before As had become our habit too often lately, we’d ditched the woone back to his place for a quick fuck

“Yeah,” hehis bare ass to o If I find the paps on , I’ll kick your ass Plus, I have a date touy I told you about, so I need my beauty sleep”

I stood up and found my clothes in a rumpled pile by the bed My phone and wallet were still in the pockets, and I quickly texted my driver to co and made my way to the door

As soon as I opened it, a pair of royally pissed-off eyes glared back at me

Fuck

“Sorry, o Hans is outside waiting”

“Feel better now?” Jon slass of the sedan “All nice and relaxed?”

“Fuck off” I leaned back in the seat and closed ht”

“Who said I didn’t get any?” he joked, quirking his eyebrow and tilting his head toward -year-old driver

I couldn’t help but bark out a laugh “Right Hey, Hans, as the last tiot lucky?”

“Nineteen eighty-seven, I believe,” Hans replied wistfully “Her name was Marbelle”

Jon snickered at me in the back seat while Hans continued “Way better tits than you’ve ever had, Jonathan And the woman could suck—”

“No!” I sputtered “Please You’ve been with randpa”