Sixty seven.

That’s how many days since Derrick and I first had sex. You want to know something? The sex is just out of this world. It’s crazy. It’s insane. I love it. I can't live without it.

Sometimes I wonder on how much I missed out by hating him all this time.

I’ve lived in his condo this whole entire time. I haven’t moved back to my place. Derrick’ security guy, Sam, sent a team over and they took care of cleaning up the place and Derrick has a maid that makes sure everything's in order. I can go back whenever I want, and I tell myself that some nights I’ll go sleep there – keep a sense of independence, you know?

And then he’ll take off his shirt and start kissing my neck. Once he kisses my neck, that’s it. It’s over. We’re fucking. Before I know it, a few hours have passed and I’m panting for breath, having had the craziest orgasms of my life.

I mean, I’ve had orgasms before. But these are intense. I don’t have any words for them. Derrick is so large. So thick, and massive. His cock just hits me right where it needs to and he’s merciless. I swear, it’s like his body was built for sex. Like he’s a giant sex toy. It’s a wonder that I don’t just give up everything and stay in bed with him all day – naked and fucking. Don’t think we haven’t done it. On weekends where it rains, we’ve done just that. It’s so delicious.

Three hundred and five.

That’s how many times I’ve had some sort of sexual relations with Derrick. Whether he’s eating me out and making me cum, or I’m going down on him, or I’m jerking him off, or even if we’re just having sex – we seem to be doing it like a pair of horny teenagers. And that’s exactly what I feel like.

Have you ever met someone who has made you feel like you were forever young? That’s Derrick. He’s got such a lust for life that it automatically energizes my day. And we have sex. Often. It never becomes old because we evolve with each other. Whether it’s me waking him up with a blowjob, or it’s him coming behind me and taking me in the shower, or me making him role play, we have the craziest and most fulfilling sex life ever.

Ten.

That’s how many times we’ve done it in public. I’m not including the balcony of his place. Nor am I including like his private jet or anywhere like that. I mean like him taking me in Central Park, or in the bathroom of the Met during a charity gala. I mean like us finding out that we’re the only ones on his yacht in the water and deciding to have sex on the deck of the boat. It’s so crazy! I don’t think I would have ever done anything like that if I were with anyone else.

Zero.

That’s how many times I’ve thought about Jake. He tried to cause trouble for Derrick but Larry, Derrick’ lawyer, helped me set up a restraining order and then threatened to press charges for attempted sexual assault, breaking and entering, vandalism, and a host of other charges. Derrick apparently also called a few favors from all the people he’s started to hobnob with and last I heard Jake got fired from his Analyst job at Carter Jeffries. I guess that’s what he was talking about earlier when he said Jake wouldn’t be in the city long. Derrick told me he doubts that he’ll find another investment bank to take him on, and that Jake will probably end up moving out of New York City. I have to be honest – I don’t really care much about Jake at this point. I also don’t really feel that sorry for him. He turned out to be a really bad person to me.

Two thousand.

That’s how much I still pay for my apartment. I’ve put it up on Airbnb and I get maybe three or four people a month who take the whole apartment. I usually meet them and give them the keys and explain everything about the apartment. Jenna must have come in shortly after Jake raided my room because she literally took everything of any value to her, except for the mattress. So, most of the time I rent out Jenna’s room, and sometimes I rent out the whole apartment after talking to them online. This has pretty much covered Jenna’s portion of the rent. Of course, yes, I know what you’re going to say. I ask myself every morning why I even bother to pay rent when I’m literally spending every night at One57 with Derrick.

I don’t know. Well, wait. I actually do know. There’s a giant elephant in the room with all the happiness that’s inside of me, and I don’t know what to do. Oh, you forgot what that elephant was?

Derrick thinks he’s having sex with Daphne Apple.

He’s falling love with Daphne Apple – the ex-stripper.

My name is Alicia Bayers and I work for The News of the Times. My job was supposed to be dig up enough dirt on Derrick to make everyone hate him, remember? If he ever finds out, then I think I’m moving out.

If you get a spare moment from reading this, would you mind going on Google and seeing how hard it is to change your name in the State of New York? Because I’ll go change it to Daphne Apple if that’s what it takes.

Actually, wait. I’ve done that search already. But it doesn't matter. Even if I did all that, he’s talked to me about Alicia enough times – that I can’t let it ever come out.

One.

That’s how many times other Derrick has been in love. We don’t just have sex, you know? Although, the sex is absolutely life-changing. We also do a lot of things that normal couples do. And yes, okay, that smile you’re giving is okay because we really are a couple. Well, as close to a couple as you can be when the girl has a fake name and the guy is a bad boy prince. But one of the things we do a lot outside of sex is talk. He talks to me. He tells me things that he hasn’t told anyone in the past.

One weekend, we decided to stay in on a Sunday. I remember we got into his hot tub. It took Derrick all of five minutes to get my bikini off of me and it took me all of another minute to pull his board shorts off. But then he looked into my eyes, and got a far off look. “You have the most beautiful fucking eyes, I’ve ever seen,” he whispered. “I want to fuck you till you can’t walk.”

I giggled. “You’re so romantic, Your Highness,” I teased him.

He began tweaking my nipples and I gasped.

When we were done, I wrapped my arms around him and he told me all about his Dad. All the time he wasted being mad at his father and all the questions he has to ask. How long did his father know about his mother’s drug habit? Why didn’t he ever say anything? How much he regrets all the hateful words.

I hold onto Derrick at that time. He doesn’t expose himself like this to anyone. It’s only for me.

Fifty

That’s how many times Derrick and his father have spoken since I showed Derrick the truth. The two spend hours now talking on the phone, catching up and getting to know one another. Derrick has had some pretty intense conversations on the phone with his father, listening to some of the nightmarish things that their mother put them through as she fought with her disease of alcoholism and drug addiction. I don’t know if he’s cried – but if there was ever a time that he would, that would be it. Of course, he wouldn't admit it. He certainly wouldn’t do it in my presence.

I’m glad that Derrick and his father speak regularly now and they’ve finally started to heal some of the words that they had dividing them all this time.

Okay, fine. Sometimes, just sometimes – and not all the time – I get a little irritated if the King calls and we were about to have sex. But the feeling of irritation goes away as soon as the Prince lays his hands on me again. And it’s forgotten as soon as I cum. Derrick Blaine literally fucks it out of me.

Nine.

That’s how many articles I’ve written as Abigail Adams since Derrick and I had sex. Each one gets better and better for him. It’s strange though – at first when Mike and Danielle put me on the Abby desk, they wanted me to trash Derrick. And I did. Savagely. But saying good things or having flattering stories where we only poke fun at him in a good natured way sells WAY more papers. People don’t like to see others torn down – they want to feel happy.

And Abby’s column on Page Eight is starting to reflect me. I feel very happy when I’m with Derrick. No one has made me happier in my entire life. Every moment I’m with him seems to go by so fast. I feel like snatching them and never letting them go. I miss him when he’s not around and my heart leaps like it’s the first time I’m seeing him when I do see him.

Seven.

That’s how many times I’ve gotten to talk about his other love in his life. Alicia Bayer.

Which is, well, I guess…me.

He’s sat with me on his balcony as we’ve curled up in a blanket and admitted to me how much he used to tease her when he was very young. Because apparently he never knew how to approach someone so pretty. At first it brought up bad memories. But then I remembered certain things. How he’d help me up after he pushed me down on the ground as a kid. Or how he’d always have a look in his eyes that was worried I would cry. I never did, but I remember the look.

We’ve laid in bed after sex and I’ve asked him why he never told me (Alicia) how he felt. He’s searched his soul and told me after his Mother died, he really felt like he’d lost the capacity to love for a long time. But that every time he saw me he felt at peace. He didn’t know how to approach someone who could affect him so much.

One day as we walked through Central Park I asked why he ignored her and didn’t let her know how he felt before she left once they had grown older. He looked off in the distance and realized as he spoke to me that deep down, he always thought Alicia hated him because of all the times he tormented her. Because he never learned how to talk to her. How he asked his mother once and she dismissed Alicia because she wasn’t royalty. Said she would never have him because she’d be too intimidated.

One morning during brunch, I even found out that Samantha Bayers – my mother – is dating the King! I mean, she had already kind of told me, but it’s so weird hearing it from him. Talking about how he respected Samantha the whole time and the only reason he never rebelled against her as she set up interviews for him was because one day he hoped to find her daughter. I don’t know what to say. Honestly.

One day on his boat I asked him why he never spent more time trying to find her. He answered after some thought and his eyes were pained. He told me it wouldn’t be fair to me. That he was already so in love with me.

Two.

That’s how many people we used to be. And that leaves…

One.

That’s how many people we are now when we’re together.