The Prince’s Bride – Beginning Forever (The Prince’s Bride #3) Read Online J.J. McAvoy

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Funny, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Prince's Bride Series by J.J. McAvoy
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Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
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My eyebrow raised.

“Okay, I am,” she admitted. “But...I’m not sure what to do with a prince.”

“I’m not a dog. You don’t have to do anything. Though if there is anything you want to find out, it would be easier just to ask me, seeing as how I am seated right next to you.”

“Would you tell me the truth? Or will you say it’s some royal secret?” She eyed me carefully.

I frowned at that. “It is a bit poor taste to insinuate I am a liar before actually asking me anything.”

“I wasn’t insinuating you would lie. You could simply refuse to tell me. That isn’t a lie. You don’t owe me anything. I wouldn’t tell you anything about me—”

“As of now, I have no questions since I was given a whole profile on you,” I said, lifting the pizza and taking another bite. I enjoyed the stunned and mortified look that grew on her face.

“By profile you mean—”

“Photo, date and location of birth, weight, height, likes, dislikes, hobbies. Even the locations of all the birthmarks you have on your body,” I replied, taking another bite in order to hide my grin.

Her whole face was void of emotions for a brief second before she opened her mouth again, and I recoiled, preparing for another scream. Instead, she said, “You’re lying.”

I thought about just reciting everything, but for some reason, I wanted to see her get all furious again. So, I pointed to my chest right under my heart. “You have a birthmark right here, correct?”

Her gaze went from my chest, then back to her own and then to my face. She grabbed a pillow, and I didn’t see it coming.

“What the hell?” she hollered at me, throwing it at my head. “You freaking stalker!”

“Aye.” I grabbed the pillow, rising from the couch. “You were just searching me, too.”

“I don’t have a whole profile on you.” She got up as well.

“I didn’t ask for one on you!”

“You just read it!”

“What was I supposed to do?”

“Give it back and say, ‘I’m not going to invade a stranger’s personal life.’”

“You are being very hypocritical at this moment. Again, you were looking into my—”

“You’re a prince! You are a public figure.”

“You’re an heiress and singer! You’re also a public figure.”

She stopped, and I wished she hadn’t taken that deep breath because I was acutely aware of how the tops of her breast rose from the top of her dress. She sat back down, kicking off her...glass slippers? What? They really made those?

She tucked her legs underneath her and folded her arms under her breasts—again, not helping.

“Fine.” She shot me a glare. “I’m sort of a public figure, too. Still, the fact that they put down such personal details is...a bit much.”

“It’s their job. They’d rather you be angry at them for having invaded your privacy than provide less information that could endanger a royal family member,” I tried to explain, tossing the pillow back onto the couch between us. “Besides, you are not a stranger. You are meant to be my future wife. All details concerning you were of importance.”

“Ugh. Stop saying that like it’s true.” She dropped her face into her hands. However, I guess whatever pins she had used to stabilizes her tiara gave way, and it fell forward. Reaching over her quickly, I grabbed it before it hit the ground.

“Thank God,” I whispered but then wanted to kick myself for my fear.

“Umm...”

Turning to her voice, I found her face very close to mine and my whole body now over hers. Backing up quickly, I held out the tiara to her. “I apologize. I didn’t mean to get so close. However, I could not let it fall.”

“It isn’t real.”

“Whether it is made of diamonds or not, it is a symbol of the monarchy. In Ersovia, if a tiara or crown falls to the ground, it means the end of that noble or that royal house,” I whispered, lifting the headpiece back to her hair, but she stopped me.

“Let’s not risk that again. I’ll just take it off,” she replied, taking it carefully from my hands and moving to put it on the coffee table. She paused and glanced around. She then reached for the pillow between us and placed the tiara on it before setting the pillow on the ground.

I smiled. Technically, it could fall to the floor but just couldn’t fall off the noble who was wearing it, but it was too convoluted and currently unimportant to get into.

“I’m surprised you did not say it was just superstition,” I replied when she sat back up. My body had reacted on impulse even though I didn’t believe in those silly superstitions, but apparently, some part of me listened too much to my mother.

“You dove over me to save it. Superstition or not, it was important to you, so I’ll do my best not to make you freak out.” She smiled warmly back at me.


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