Veronica still felt the hot sting in her eyes. Her conversation with Megan was quick. But, it burned through her. Veronica had anticipated a different conversation – perhaps one with threats or yells. But, Megan had made her point clear – the Prince was in need. And unfortunately, Veronica stood in his way.

She tried to wrap her mind around that thought – it had not occurred to her that she was distracting the Prince.

This whole time, she thought that he saw her as a plaything. She thought that he saw her as any other – but, within her, she figured that might not be true.

She cleaned up on the deck – going slowly, as her mind raced.

The smell of him still filled her nostrils – the smell of his soap and the beach air thrilled her.

She felt hot when his arm wrapped around her – pushing her against the wall. Her breath picked up immediately as she recalled their moment. He leaned his forehead against hers– as his fingers thrust in and out of her. She felt hot all over – like her body was weakening.

His green eyes – the way they looked into hers – as she was overcome with pleasure and a mind numbing orgasm. His eyes looked like they were taking in the most pleasure they had ever seen – like he wanted to eat all of her, along with her moans and orgasmic pulses.

She didn't want to entirely believe it – that the two of them had, during their trip here, clung to each other like magnets – that their attraction real. It would make her life so much harder. She knew she couldn't have him.

Veronica's felt the irony – right down to the fact that this man was about to get married, and she was too – then this whole thing happened.

But, maybe – this wasn't about their feelings or their attraction.

After all, his image was just as important as anything else.

It's likely, Veronica thought, that he really did only use her as a sex thing – but that he couldn't afford to be seen with the help any longer – not if he wanted to keep his throne.

Somehow – that seemed more reasonable then the Prince who wanted her more than any other women.

"Girl—" she heard Dexter's voice far off, "are you OK?"

Veronica snapped out of her thought, blinking— "Course, why?"

Dexter stared at the phone on her hip, raising an eyebrow.

It rang again—and she scrambled to get it off her hip—she barely had heard it.

It was a message from Megan, Prince needs room service.

Veronica gulped—her thoughts raced over what she would find. The prince had let go of more women—leaving behind a tall brunette and the woman with the wicked smile, Cressida.

For some reason, Veronica figured this would not be just about food.

Veronica gulped, and headed to the kitchen, reading the order from her phone.

Usually, when couples ordered room service—she would make a special package, one filled with condoms, whip cream, and the like. She knew she didn't want to act out of the ordinary, so as she prepped the box, she felt the knot grow tighter in her stomach.

The chef finished up the meals and set them on a push tray for her. Dexter came around and set some covered drinks on the tray.

He gave her a wink, "The prince likes this one."

Veronica nodded, the weight crushing her.

She took the tray down the halls, her stomach tightening as she got closer. She heard the noise down the hall, and she had to stop and take a breath before turning the corner towards his room.

It was his voice, crying out along with another woman's voice—they were yelling out with moans and grunts.

Veronica's stomach dropped entirely. She felt like she was floating above the ground—about to drift away into the sky and never reach the floor again. She felt nauseous.

I am totally not supposed to freak out—I am a professional who is about to get married—remember what Megan said and don't act selfish.

She took a deep breath and rounded the corner, trying on her best smile as she brought the tray to the bodyguard outside. She prayed to god that he would simply take it from her—that she didn't have to go in and disturb them.

But, of course not.

The bodyguard eyed the tray and then opened the door. The voices instantly got louder and Veronica grimaced as she pushed the tray inside. They didn't face her. Adrian's naked body humped deep into the woman who had her ass to him. For a second, Veronica froze.

But, Megan's words ran through her—she had to act tough.

She pushed the cart towards the side of the room, neither noticing her. She tried to place the dishes and glasses softly—she was completely silent.

Adrian pumped into the woman, and Veronica could see brunette hair flying wildly around.

Adrian grunted as he drove his dick into her—Veronica felt the heat and jealousy hit her. She felt like her heart was getting ripped through her stomach.

Oh, she wanted to be that woman.

The woman let out a sharp cry—startling Veronica. She dropped the glass on the floor with a clatter.

Adrian stopped and snapped around—his eyes growing wide when he spotted Veronica behind him. His cheeks flushed a bright red and instantly he grabbed the blanket from the bed, covering his manhood as he jumped off the bed.

Veronica stood there frozen, "I am so sorry—I didn't mean to disturb you..." she trailed off, bending down to pick up the glass. The brunette looked up, not bothering to clothe herself, "Your Highness, why'd you stop?"

The brunette's eyes fell onto Veronica, a smile lit her face, "Oh—good, the food's here."

Veronica sighed a breath of relief—at least it wasn't Adrian who ordered.

Veronica looked between the two of them, the heat hitting her face hard. The woman got up, completely naked and skipped to the tray—popping fruit into her mouth. She gave Veronica a wink as she picked up the whip cream, "Right on time."

Veronica blushed—I shouldn't have given her that.

Veronica looked to Adrian who was now facing the window looking out into the ocean, clutching at the sheet around his waist.

The woman plopped onto the bed, and Veronica stared at Adrian, and she heard the woman spray herself with the cream.

His shoulders tensed, "That will be all, thank you Veronica."

His words were sharp and clear.

Veronica's stood straight, remembering Megan's words, "Of course sir—"

Adrian's head snapped back a little, when she said sir. But, he turned back to the window—dismissing her.

With the glass in her hand, Veronica sped out of the room, and created as much distance as possible until she couldn't hear the faintest noise coming from his room. As soon as she felt the ocean air hit her face, her phone buzzed.

She looked at the screen and her stomach disappeared into her throat.

It was a text message.

You and I need to have a little chat.

-Mario