Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 16789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
“Fucker.” I’m about to give him hell. The fucker deserves it, but the door opens and my new sister-in-law comes in. Years of royal protocol training kicks in. “Milly.” I walk over to her and smile. Her shoulders visibly relax, making me feel like a tyrant. “It’s so good to see you.” I softly kiss each of her cheeks. Okay. I might have two purposes there. I get to play nice with my new sister-in-law and fuck with my brother at the same time.
“Hello, King Lorenzo.” Milly smiles at me before chewing on her bottom lip. “I’m not sure how to handle this.” As a red blush moves over her adorable face, I can see why my brother fell head over heels in love with her. “Should I curtsy?”
“Absolutely not. We’re family, and I don’t require such demonstrations.” It feels good to relax and enjoy myself without anyone watching over my shoulder.
Chapter 3
Lorenzo
We’re driving through the small Texas town on the way back to the airstrip when a life-changing attack comes out of nowhere. Only, this isn’t a threat to my security. It all starts when the driver pulls up at a stop light and I glance out the window.
My goddamn heart takes a direct hit when I see the curvy beauty step out of a car. She looks over and smiles at someone, causing an unfamiliar emotion to slam into me. Her fucking smiles should be mine. And mine only.
Goddamn. She’s got curves. Mouthwatering, luscious curves. All the blood in my body rushes straight for my cock, leaving me lightheaded. I squirm in the fucking seat, trying to release some of the pressure building in my erection, but these tight goddamn jeans don’t give me much room to work with.
Her white blonde hair is pulled up in a high ponytail that shows off her lickable, elegant neck. My eyes roam down and stop at the huge mounds peaking at the neckline of her tight long-sleeved Christmas shirt. I’ve never paid much attention to the opposite sex, but in that moment, I become a tits man. My mouth waters as I imagine sucking on those beauties while my queen screams my name.
“Are you okay?” Forrest has that pinched I-need-more-fiber-in-my-diet look.
“No,” I answer him honestly and see the two men in the front seat spin around to see what I’m talking about. “I need to know everything there is to know about her.” I point out the window and watch as my queen walks by the SUV.
Getting my first look at her sweet ass is even worse for my poor cock. The fucker is at full-staff and growing. Visions of her laying under my tree wrapped in a big red bow run through my mind. I can picture the luscious blonde smiling up at me while I unwrap my present. This will be the best Christmas ever, once I make the gorgeous curvy girl my queen.
The driver takes off when the car behind us honks, and I almost roar my displeasure at leaving her behind. I force myself to maintain control while Forrest does his fucking job. My focus just shifted as the rug was swept out from under me.
Finding and keeping my queen forever just became my main priority.
“Goddamn Silver Spoon Falls water,” Giant groans. “I forgot it works through skin. This shit is getting crazy.”
What in the hell is he talking about? I feel like I landed in the Twilight Zone when I arrived in this crazy town last week. I thought I would look forward to going home, but I just found my soulmate in Silver Spoon Falls. The thought of an ocean separating us is unacceptable.
Before the plane takes off, Forrest receives a text. “You aren’t going to believe this.” He glances up from his phone. “Your girl is from Belldonnia.”
What in the hell? Not many people from our small country immigrate to other countries. Between our brisk economy and very progressive social agenda, Belldonnians are usually quite content in our country.
“Do I know her?” I can’t believe I’d ever forget her.
“Rose LeBlanc.” The name is vaguely familiar. “Elliot LeBlanc’s only heir.” Bloody hell. Her grandfather was a well-known factory owner in Belldonnia. The old man might’ve been a fair man and hard worker, but he failed to plan for the future. His young granddaughter had no interest in the family business, and Elliot never named a successor. His death a year ago left his company in turmoil. To keep the company afloat, my father hired an outside firm to step in and take control before LeBlanc Textiles was gobbled up by some foreign corporation. Technically, I support the younger LeBlanc with the proceeds of her grandfather’s company. That complicates things, but I won’t let the news stand in my way.
“I want a full report on her by the time we get home.” There are advantages to being a king. Having a full staff ready to do my bidding at the drop of a hat is helpful.