Could I feel even more like an asshole?

Technically, everything had gone according to plan. Adrian knew that Gisela had called for room service and he figured that Veronica would show up. She did and of course, she still startled him.

He thought he was going to be able to pull it off.

Just moments ago—he and Gisela were alone in his room. He had picked her first—for some reason, he felt like Cressida wanted to be last in line—probably part of some dramatic master plan.

Gisela had instantly gotten to her knees—unbuckling Adrian's pants and taking him into her mouth. He placed his hand on the back of her head as he pushed her mouth further along his shaft. There were waves of pleasure—his dick starting to get harder with the touch of warmth and suction.

He inhaled and pushed his dick further down his throat, he heard her slopping moans.

But, as soon as he looked down—his dick got softer. He half expected Veronica's dark eyes, gazing up at him with awe. Instead he saw hazel eyes, lines of mascara starting to smear on her lids, as she sweat. He looked away trying to focus on the pleasure instead. She sucked him hard, but his body was not tensing into orgasm. She cupped his balls, and twisted them in her fingers. Still, he didn't feel the pleasure coursing through him like hot lava.

Finally, he sighed and Gisela let go of his dick in disappointment.

"Something wrong?" her mouth shone with spit.

He shook his head, I can do this—for fuck's sake.

"Nothing—I just want to have you instead."

Without another word, she smiled and slunk back up his body with a flirtatious wink. She strolled away from him, and swayed her hips. She turned back and unclipped her dress. It fell to the floor in a soft pile of red—she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her smile glittered.

He took a deep breath and took off his clothes, and then led her to the bed. Immediately, he turned her around—turning her face away from him, as he entered her.

He felt his dick get real hard—when he started to imagine Veronica underneath him, squirming against him, her dark eyes looking back as he plunged into her. His body was instantly lost imaging her instead—and soon he felt the pleasurable rhythm course through him, focusing on his fantasy entirely.

Adrian's body finally tightened and he had to hold his tongue to keep from saying Veronica's name. He grunted with pleasure—and then something fell behind him. He awoke from his dream, and turned to see those same dark eyes that he was imagining underneath him.

Veronica blushed a bright red—almost the same color he had seen when he had made her come with his fingers.

He froze—he thought he was prepared. He had imagined what he would do.

He would keep fucking the woman under him, staring at Veronica—letting her know that she meant nothing. That he was perfectly fine fucking any other woman but her.

But, his dick begged to differ. His stomach dropped at the sight of her, of the way her mouth fell open, her eyes flickering from Adrian to Gisela. Shame washed over him, and his dick fell limp.

He had no idea what to do—but, he felt vulnerable and grabbed for the blanket—wishing she had never entered.

Gisela got up and Adrian took the moment to think. His breathing was hard—from both his fantasy and from realizing that his plan was backfiring. He couldn't look at her any longer. He had to finish this—he had to perform his duties. He did the only thing he knew—shut down completely.

He strolled away from them—trying to focus on the waves that rolled under the ship—trying to focus on anything but Veronica's body behind him. He wanted her to go away.

"Of course, sir," Veronica's voice tingled through him. He wanted her to say it again.

He heard the door close behind him.

He exhaled—finally taking a breath he didn't realize that he was holding.

Gisela's arms wrapped around him.

He wanted to get away—his dick was completely out of order. After catching Veronica's eyes—how could his dick get hard again?

He excused himself from Gisela's hold— "Hey—come back later—I'm exhausted."

She blinked at him, clearly offended that he didn't want to come all over her. But, she bit her lip annoyed and got dressed.

Adrian kept the blanket around him—and as soon as she left, he slumped into the sofa chair beside the window. He had his drink in his hand, it must have been from that bartender—because it hit the spot perfectly.

He felt that time was ticking fast now—Meg would throw a fit once she found out that Adrian hadn't fucked one of the last two women on board.

But, that technically isn't true is it?

For the first time, he let his mind wander over the possibility—something he had pushed back. Veronica was technically a woman on board. She was eligible, and smart and witty and sexy—and God, was he attracted to her. He could see her now, by his side—

But, that is not an option.

The logical voice was clear in his mind.

There was no way that a woman of her class—and especially with a history in the black market—could ever publicly be on his arm. It would crush his reputation—he would literally shatter all hope of becoming King. And, then he would never live out his mother's legacy—of her kind and gracious reign. One that he had planned to extend into decades. He rolled onto his back, trying to think—but, it was all too foggy.

What has gotten into me?