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I know I sound like a cocky, arrogant bastard, and I guess if you called me that, I'd look you in the face and tell you that you were absolutely right.
Then, if you were a bloke, I'd beat the shit out of you.
But guess what? Nothing would happen to me.
Because I'm the fucking prince. My father, no matter how much of a wanker he is, is still a head of fucking state. Which means I have something known as diplomatic immunity. There are certain crimes I can commit and there’s very little the police can do about it, because I’m a foreign dignitary.
It's good to be the son of the fucking King. But it’s made me into an asshole. I’m realizing this the more I think about Daphne.
"Stop the car, here," my mate Max instructs the driver.
"Oh come on, mate," I say out loud. "What's the fucking point of having a car drop you off if we're walking the whole fucking block to get to the club?"
Max hems and haws but I know the reason all the blokes are going on with this stupid plan.
It's so we can walk by and have our pick of the ladies.
If these boys were just any old boys, I'd be gone faster than a Thai hooker once she's got your money. But they're my best mates. If we were at war, they'd be having my backs. I'd be having theirs.
I sigh and go along with their plan.
We exit our black stretch-Bentley and the five of us immediately draw looks. People take out their phones to take pictures of us.
That's right. They're taking pictures of me.
My 6 foot plus frame.
The way my jeans are draped down my legs and, with my shirt untucked and unbuttoned, showing off a part of my chest.
I know I have a cut fucking body. The sluts just fucking love to run their hands along my chiseled abs and fucking ripped pecs. They love to run their tongue all over that shit. I don't stop them at all.
I know they're staring at me right now. The way my shirt is tightly wrapped around my ripped body, highlighting what needs to be highlighted. I know they can see the bulge in my pants. The 11 inches of thick cock that I have swinging between my legs. Ready to be unleashed at a moment's notice to fuck the stray female of the herd that crosses my sights.
I know they're staring at my jaw. My royal fucking jawline. With my dimples. My icy blue eyes. My tousled hair.
My mates are doing their best to be the peacock, strutting and swaggering their way up the line, making their way for the fucking door. But I know that of the lot, I’m the only royal alpha male.
"Boys, this looks ridiculous," I tell them. "I’m a fucking Prince – we can get in whenever the fuck we want. It's not a big deal that we're skipping the line. We don't have to make a big show of it. People are going to laugh at us."
I'm just looking out for them. I give fuck all if anyone laughs at me. I'll just screw their wife on their bed while they're laughing at me.
I walk through the doors and look at my mates behind me. The boys didn't listen and I realize that maybe I have it too easy - with my looks, my cash, my title. Because what I thought is ridiculous is actually working. They're picking up a girl or two each, talking and spitting game out at the various ladies that are waiting in line.
I shake my head to myself. These women are dressed as skanky as they can get. Trying to emulate the hookers and the porn stars that they think all the blokes are after. Trying to shuck themselves silly. At least onto me.
I wonder how many of the boys will actually make it into the club and how many will decide to just quit while they're ahead and take these girls home.
Night ending before it even begins.
So much for fucking friendship, huh? After I gave you that giant spiel a few minutes ago about how they have my back and I have theirs, I’m realizing that not all of them may even make it into the club. They just wanted to come with me for the celebrity I afforded them.
Fuck, why am I thinking like this all of a sudden?
I’m just going to enjoy tonight, and try not to fucking think about Daphne. And if at the end of the night I want to fuck, I'm sure there'll be plenty of options.
Not that there aren't already.
Remember how I told you that the plan was working for my mates? Getting out of the Bentley limo early and walking down the street to the club before the bouncer let us in? Well, if they were attracting one or two girls, I've attracted at least five.
