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“I promise I won’t do anything to embarrass the kingdom.”
My father shakes his head, frustrated that I haven’t heeded his advice. “It’s your life, Greyson. You can live it the way you want.” He sighs.
“Doesn’t sound like it,” I grumble.
My father’s shoulders sag.
“You can think I’m stubborn, but I love Auggie. And I like Rosalie, so marrying her sister isn't an option.”
“I understand, I just need you to know that you live in the king’s court, you don’t have a say in your life if you live here,” he warns me.
“Are you saying if I don’t conform, I’m out?”
“That is one option, yes.”
“You would do that to me?” I ask him, hurt by the thought that he would choose the king over his own son.
“Not willingly.”
Hear you loud and clear, Dad, I think as I get up and leave his office.
I return to Auggie’s office, slam the door behind me, and slump in the seat in front of him. Auggie stops what he is doing and stares at me as I help myself to his mini bar, pouring us both a glass of scotch.
“Chat with your father went well I see.” He raises a brow in my direction.
“As well as you can imagine,” I grumble, handing Auggie his glass, and we both take a sip, savoring the smoky flavor.
“I do think we might need to talk about things, especially now that the sexual fog has been lifted,” I tell Auggie.
“That fog felt pretty damn good, don’t you think?” He grins.
He’s not wrong. “You know what I think …?” I answer, grinning over my glass, letting our eyes lock across the desk. The same desk that hours earlier I watched him take Rosalie before making me eat out his passion from her.
“That you can’t wait to fuck her again?” Auggie states, raising a brow in my direction.
He’s right. I can’t wait to sink inside that tight little cunt.
“And how do you feel about that?” I ask him, wondering if he’s changed his mind from last night.
“That I can’t wait to watch you fuck her, again” He grins, taking a sip from his tumbler.
“We need to have a serious chat, Auggie.”
Those blue eyes narrow on me as he places the glass on his desk. I watch in slow motion as he stands and walks around before falling to his knees in front of me.
I’m surprised by his actions.
Auggie reaches and takes my free hand, then kisses my knuckles. “You know I love you.” He looks up at me through thick lashes.
“Of course,” I say, loving the scratch of his five o’clock shadow against my skin. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation.
“What did your father say?”
“That if the king catches a whiff of anything untoward between Rosalie and me that your father will have me married off to Skylar as quick as he can.”
“Fuck,” Auggie curses.
I run my hand through his blond hair, relishing the feel of the silky strands across my fingers.
