Chapter 6: Milos
Last night was fucking amazing and worth every bit of small talk and romance that I had to put into it. Usually, my conquests were simple. Women put more effort into impressing me than I had to, not realizing I didn’t give a shit about their lives. I just wanted to fuck their brains out and move on. I had left the blonde beauty sleeping in the bed, figuring she was definitely tired after last night’s hot sex. It felt pretty good to see her eyes bulge as I pulled out my cock and shook it in front of her. Her tight little body took it in like a champ, though. I felt every inch of her as she orgasmed all over me. I shook my head trying to keep my dick from getting too excited. It was now business time, and I needed to make sure the mood was just right when I revealed my proposition.
I picked up the phone and called down to the front desk, ordering one of everything on the breakfast menu, a pot of coffee, and a carafe of orange juice. I snuck past the bedroom into the other room where I kept my clothes and picked out something casual but upscale. Not that I owned anything other than upscale. Once dressed, I went into the bathroom and started a condensed version of my morning routine, wanting to look suave but not intimidating, especially since she would no doubt look ruffled when she woke. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel uncomfortable or self-conscious at all before I handed her the news.
Telling someone you are a prince was nerve-racking enough for the other person, not to mention dropping a marriage proposition on the table. I gelled my hair into the perfect, coifed masterpiece and brushed my teeth. Then I flashed myself a smile and headed for the front door, having heard the elevator ding outside.
One by one, the employees quietly rolled in carts of food, from strawberry tarts to crepes filled with all kinds of different butters. They set them out on the large dining table and placed place settings at two of the seats, assuming that I had another guest with me in the suite. I guess they were starting to get to know me here. Although I rarely had a woman actually sleep over, unless I was too drunk to shoo her out afterward.
I looked over the table, feeling satisfied with such an amazing arrangement. Surely, this was not normal for a girl like Adriana and would far surpass her normal breakfast of granola bars or boxed cereal. As I sat down at the table, I looked up to see her shuffling from the bedroom, the satin sheet wrapped around her amazing body. My cock immediately got so hard it was almost painful. I reached down and pressed down on it. Now was not the time.
“Good morning,” she said, yawning. “I am starving.”
“Excellent,” I said.
I poured her a glass of orange juice. She pulled out a chair to sit down. She wrapped the long sheet underneath herself.
“How did you sleep?” I asked.
“Oh my God,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Better than I ever have, I’m pretty sure in the history of my existence.”
I laughed and watched as she served herself crepes and fruit, adding sugar to her coffee as I poured it. There was a small part of me that really enjoyed this girl. Between her spunky personality and the way she fucked, I started to think that a year of servitude with her wouldn’t be that bad. I grabbed a croissant from the rack of pastries and nibbled at it, knowing I needed just to come out and tell her.
“So, now that you have enjoyed my company, slept well, and all that, I have something I would like to tell you,” I stated. She stopped chewing and looked up at me curiously. “So, as I said, I do come from an affluent family, but it is a bit more complicated than that. My name is Milos Dobromil, Prince of Silesia. Well, to be correct, soon to be King of Silesia.”
“What?” Her face was priceless, and she sat with her mouth slightly hanging open. “Wait, you’re a prince? Like royalty? Like His Highness?”
“Yes,” I said, chuckling and placing a napkin in my lap. “A real, bona fide royal prince.”
“Where is Silesia?” she asked.
“It’s a small country just a few hours plane ride from here,” I responded. “It’s mostly countryside, and everyone lives in the Capital where the palace is.”
“The palace? Is that the place you got lost in the stables?”
“Oh, heavens no. That was at the manor house in the country, where we took a holiday.
She shrugged her shoulders like she was talking to herself. It was actually quite amusing. She shook her head and put her fork down, after finally swallowing her mouthful of crepe.
“My mistake,” she said, looking down at her coffee.
“Look, it’s really not that big of a deal,” I said, trying to calm her nerves.
“Not a big deal? I came home with a prince and fucked him in his royal bed, and now I’m sitting in his penthouse wrapped in a sheet.” She sounded slightly panicky.
“Adriana,” I said. “That isn’t why I’m telling you this. I have a proposition for you.”
“A proposition,” she repeated, as she looked up at me with one eyebrow raised. “What kind of proposition, because I’m pretty sure we already covered sexual favors.”
“Not that kind of proposition,” I said, chuckling. “My father passed away just a few weeks ago. Before he passed, he told me that in order to inherit the throne and everything with it, I had to get married. If I do not, the royal line will dissolve, and the entire fortune of our kingdom will go to charity. Obviously, I am not currently attached to anyone, and I don’t plan on doing so. I want you to marry me, plain and simple. Marry me and live in the lap of luxury for one year, until I have my mother off my back and the crown on my head. Then, you are free to go, and I will pay you a hundred thousand pounds, as a thank you for your service to my kingdom.”
“Wait,” she said, shaking her head and wiping her mouth. “You want to bring me to your castle, make me a fake princess, have me fake like I love you for a year, and then pay me a severance and send me on my way?”
“Pretty much, yes,” I said, realizing her way of explaining was much less complicated. “Although, technically, you will be actual royalty. There’s nothing fake about that.”
“Would I get a partial payment up front?” she asked.
I could see she was thinking about something, but I wasn’t sure what it was.
“We can do that,” I replied. “We could do five thousand after the first month, and every month after, with a lump sum of the remainder paid at the end.”
“What about sex? Do I have to have sex with you?”
“Again, I do not pay for sex,” I said. “Nor would I expect you to accept payment for sex. It will be completely up to you. Although with the passion we felt last night, I wouldn’t mind exploring that further.”
“What about my expenses while I am there? Surely, I cannot afford the royal lifestyle.”
“Of course,” I replied. “Everything will be taken care of, from your clothing to your wing of the house, and down to the expenses of the wedding.”
“The wedding,” she sighed. “We would have to have a full-out, royal wedding, wouldn’t we? And what about your mother? Surely, she would see right through this.”
“Leave my mother to me,” I replied. “She may be quick, but she knows it will bring a queen to the kingdom, and that is all she cares about. And yes, to the wedding. It is a tradition. That being said, you would be the future queen. Everything would be taken care of for you.”
“All of this is absolutely insane,” she said. She pushed out her chair and walked over to the floor to ceiling windows. “How do I get myself into these situations? I mean, you’re a good-looking man who happens to be obscenely rich and a member of royalty. Don’t you have some duchess or something that you can get hitched to, instead of a British stripper vagabond?”
“Sure, but I am looking for a business arrangement,” I responded honestly. “I don’t want the drama and headache of a serious relationship. Most girls want the fairy tale, and I am not Prince Charming.”
“Tell me about it,” she said under her breath.
I watched as she stared out over the city, the look on her face showing she was giving it some serious thought. I took a sip of my coffee and waited a moment before pressing her. I had to remember that while this was a saving grace for me, this was a lot to ask of another person, especially a woman with no aspirations for the throne.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“I think I need a minute,” she said over her shoulder. “You just dropped some big news on me. How many times in a woman’s life do you think a prince asks her to fake a marriage with him? This isn’t really in the lessons they teach you as a little girl.”
I smiled to myself, looking back at the breakfast left abandoned on the table. I didn’t want to push Adriana, but I was pretty taken back by her mastery of negotiation. I had a feeling she wasn’t done yet. I knew as soon as the papers hit the stand at home, my mother would be calling me, wondering why I jumped on a plane and got the hell out of the kingdom.
I was pretty sure the media had snapped pictures of me, not only getting tossed out of the two clubs last night, but staggering into the strip club, which was not going to please my mother at all. Luckily, Caspian did a really good job at not allowing press or cameras in the club. So I knew no one was going to see me tossing money at Adriana, but they may have gotten some pictures as we entered my parents’ hotel. That was easily fixable, though. No matter how much of a playboy I am, no one would really think that I proposed to a stripper from Prague.
I looked over at the window and saw the sunlight shining on Adriana’s blonde locks. Her dark roots peeked out in the bright daylight, and I realized she was just a girl. She was just as beautiful now as she was when I saw her dancing on the stage last night, and I knew, with a little care and some new clothes, she would pass for royalty in a heartbeat. The only problem was, I didn’t know if she was going to say yes or no.
I had assumed that because of her career choice, it would be easy to wave some money in front of her and watch her jump at the opportunity. Adriana wasn’t that kind of girl. She held on to her moral compass like it was her life. Still, no one else last night even slightly caught my eye, and this girl completely blew me away. She took command of the stage like a queen on her throne, and that is exactly the persona I needed to take back home with me, minus the red lights and gold bodysuit. Although, I wouldn’t mind her wearing that to bed every night. As she stood there, tapping her bare foot and biting her nails nervously, I wondered just what was running through her hot little mind.