You want to know where I was last night don't you? You want to know who His Royal Highness, with his 11-inch cock was fucking after he left the condo? It's in your head and you're trying to picture to yourself that slut that I was ravishing.

I was with a Princess all right. Her name is Princess of the Sea.

That's right. I went to the marina. To my fucking sailboat.

I'm seriously going fucking mental sitting here, staring at Daphne. I'm buying her presents, for fuck's sake.

But don't you fucking dare tell her where I've been off to, or we’ll have some fucking words. Now fuck off about why I sat there, looking at the stars, drinking scotch on my sailboat. Don't ever ask me about it again.

Besides, I need to clear my fucking head of Daphne and that was the only place to do it. It wasn’t even a whole fucking day of us living in the same apartment and I can’t get the thought of peeling her tightly clinging sundress off her gorgeous body and licking those massive fucking tits of hers. Of squeezing that fucking gorgeous ass. Of bending her over and sticking my cock deep into her. And when she starts talking to me, telling me about that fucking ex-boyfriend of hers or just conversing with me? When I find out there’s a brain inside of her head? That’s when I finally lost it.

I'm playing with fucking fire here – cavorting around with a stripper. We're looking at a scandal the size that's pretty much fucking incomprehensible.

Seeing Daphne in those black yoga pants and blue sports bra this morning has got the blood rushing to my cock like nothing else. I consider going and taking a shower and doing something about it.

But something catches my eye. Daphne, in her rush to avoid embarrassment, has forgotten to take her the panic key that Pressly gave her yesterday. A panic key is something that our security has given us. No matter where we are, as long as we're in the perimeter, anything happens, you push the panic alarm. Whether you tripped and fell, someone's trying to rob you, or you see a cat that's up in a tree, you push the panic alarm when you want security to come down.

She should have never left it.

Don't look at me like that. I'm not fucking chasing her. Besides, she couldn’t have gone far and knowing her, I’m betting she headed downtown than through the Park – she’s probably going to run by her fucking apartment to pick up some stuff.

I shrug to myself and grab the key, walking out the condo and into the elevator.

Besides, what the fuck kind of host would I be if I let something happened to her?

Which, considering her embarrassment, may already have happened.

Besides, I'm grinning at the thought of seeing the most innocent stripper I’ve ever met blushing uncontrollably when she sees me again, after she got caught dropping her nipple clamp.

I knew she'd love it.

But seriously, Daphne must be fucking new to stripping or something. I’ve never seen a more wholesome and innocent woman in my life. A normal stripper, she’d be all over me right now – fucking shucking off her clothes and climbing on my cock before she even moved in. She’d be doing the nastiest things to me after I rescued that boy who fell off the boat.

Daphne – it’s like she’s grown up around real princes and princesses.

Fuck, she acts more royal than me.

I'm on the bike, driving down 6th Avenue, looking at the sidewalk seeing if I can find her. Yeah, it's a fucking long shot. But my head is so fucking confused right now that the drive will do me good even if I don’t find her. Finding that nipple clamp this morning was intense. My cock stiffened so fucking fast I thought I was going to rip my boxer briefs.

A mile in, I see something that causes me to stop.

I see Daphne in the distance. And it looks like there's a black SUV that's pulled up on the side of the road. And a bloke that’s yelling and frothing at the fucking mouth and grabbing her by the arm and throat. There’s no one else on the sidewalk nearby and I see that fucker grab her and pulls her off into the side street.

I pull out my phone and speed dial Pressly.

"Pressly, tell Sam I need backup," I tell him. He's on his way. I hang up. He knows my coordinates from my panic key.

I look over again and I freeze.

Fuck me, if that bloke is the fucking Jake that Daphne was talking about then I’m going to kick the living shit out of him.

I see him move over and take Daphne by the arm. She's trying to pull away but he slaps her on the face.

That's fucking all I need. I'm not letting security handle this shit. I rev up my bike and head straight for him.

That’s fucking it. He has no idea what he’s unleashed.

I can hear her scream for help.

Fuck my visa. I don’t care if I get fucking deported tomorrow by the DA. No one fucking touches Daphne like that. I push down on the gas. Hard.

The man looks over as my motorcycle comes up, but I don't fucking stop. I'm going to run him over.

He looks at me and, grabbing Daphne towards the SUV.

“Get off of me, Jake!” Daphne yells and manages to take advantage of his distracted gaze towards me to free herself.

So this is actually the fucking wanker Jake, is it? This wanker is in for a real fucking treat.

I steer my bike right into him and he gets out of the way at the last second, but trips on my wheel and falls to the ground.

I hop off the bike and make sure Daphne is okay now that he’s let go of her. She’s leaning against the wall. I make sure she’s all right and then turn back to the guy as he’s standing up. He's sneering at me.

"So you like reclaiming your manhood by hurting women, huh?" I spit out.

He doesn't say anything. He just pulls out a knife and waves it at me frantically.

I smirk at him and rush over to him. He has no idea what happens when I grab him by the throat and punch him once in his gut.

Jake is a fucking moron because he gets back up and sneers at me. “That the best you got?” he asks.

He takes too long sneering and I bring my fist to his fucking nose.

All of a sudden, there's blood everywhere as I kick him in the gut and he bowls over. I bring my knee and it connects with his skull. The man is about to collapse to the floor but I hold him up.

I don't know what kind of game he was trying to pull here but it's not funny. He never gets a chance to do anything as I punch him in his face, right in the eyes, and he falls over on his back. That punch is so hard it makes me wince too. I hear the satisfying crunch that tells me I've done some damage. The man collapses to the ground and doesn't get up. So I do the only thing someone would do in this situation.

I pick him up and hold him by the throat. I punch him again and he really goes limp in my arms. I think he’s completely unconscious. I knee him one last time and that's when I hear Sam’s sirens. I let him drop to the ground as Sam and two other security guys come over. They look over the body.

Sam looks at me and I nod.

"Why'd you bother calling us, Sire?" he asks.

But I don't answer. I let his men place the three of them in restraints. They'll contact the local police - tell them about the trespassing and assault charges I intend to press.

I look at Daphne. She's staring at me wide-eyed.

"You forgot your panic button," I say and hold it up. Then I go over to her.

"Are you okay?" I ask her.

She's trembling. I hold her close to me and try to reassure her, “It’s okay."

She looks up at me.

"Derrick," she says, her voice scared. "Can you take me home?"

"Sure, love," I tell her. "Let's go."

She’s talking about my place. She’s calling it home.

I get on my bike and motion for her to do the same.

At first, she's a little unsure, but I give her my hand and she takes it, getting on.

Fuck, she's going to need a helmet. I take my helmet off and hand it to her.

"What about you?" she asks, her voice small.

I'll chance going without a helmet for her.

"I don't need a fucking helmet," I tell her. "I'm the fucking Prince."

She's quiet.

"Now, grab onto me," I instruct her.

She reaches around and grabs my body. Her tiny hands hold onto my abs, as if she's holding on for dear life.

Fuck me, her body is pressed up against me.

I'm in fucking heaven. That's not just the fucking adrenaline talking, mate. I feel like I'm fucking on top of the world, going down the road towards the house on my motorcycle as Daphne is holding on behind me, pressing her hot little body up against me. I am so fucking hard right now, it's impossible.

I need to get a hold of myself. I can't fucking keep thinking like this.

She's supposed to be my ticket to stay in the fucking country. Not another heart I fucking break.

Yeah, I know. I know. You're going to tell me I can fuck her and stay true to her. But I grew up with someone else, mate. Someone else I’m looking for. As perfect as she is, she’s no Alicia. If she ever knew how much I think about Alicia, she'd be disgusted and probably never talk to me again. That would be the end of it.

She can't feel the same way about me like I feel about her. That's not who I am. Fuck, remember who you're talking to. I'm the fucking asshole, remember? I don't fall for girls. I don't get like this. I have fun with them. I treat them like princesses. And then we move on. We go our fucking separate ways.

That's right. Don't you ever forget that either.

The bike approaches One57 and I punch in the keypad on the gate to the parking garage, and drive through.

Daphne's stopped trembling by the time I get to the elevator and I wait for her to get off the bike and walk through the doors of the elevator before I relax.

I stare at her ass as she walks in.

What? I just took some guy to near death because he slapped her. I can't stare at her ass just a little bit?

She looks at me and smiles timidly before she walks in.

Fuck me, she doesn’t realize that she reminds me so much of Alicia that it’s fucking uncanny. My heart’s still beating and I think back to the years after pushing her into the pond, where I tried to talk to Alicia. But I never had the courage. And then, as she grew older, and matured into a woman - how I gave up. How bad boy Prince Derrick was too fucking afraid to talk to the woman of his dreams. And now, how this beautiful woman Daphne saw all that rage and anger at losing Alicia through his own inaction come out.

Christ, now she probably thinks in addition to everything else I've done, I'm a psycho too.

Fuck my life.