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Not Jenny. Not any of our friends. Everyone has kept quiet.
They’re all leaving it up to me. And believe me, I know how important this is. My fans have been commenting all over my social media, and my DMs are full of people asking if it’s true.
Some are nice. Some are not.
But none of that matters.
Royal shouldn’t have to make anyone like him, I now realize. He’s a good man. Arrogant and reckless on the track—although I think Axel and Sebastian’s accident may have changed that for everyone a little.
He’s a damn good racer and an even better boyfriend. And when I make it official, I want it to be exactly right. I want it known that I’m his and he’s mine and no one should fuck with my boyfriend because nothing is going to change how we feel about each other.
If I lose fans or if he does, it doesn’t matter.
It seems I had a lot to learn from Royal too. I cared so much about pleasing my followers and giving them what they wanted, I lost a part of myself. Yes, I was always totally honest, but I didn’t want to anger them.
I wanted to change the world for them but didn’t stop to think about the things that didn’t need to change.
That sometimes when you switch your perspective, you see that it was your view that needed to be altered.
We stay and chat for a little longer before making our exit, leaving the hospital, hand in hand, but ignoring the media camped outside yet again.
We drive to my house and are greeted by all four animals right away. “Do you miss your house?” I ask as I sit down on the couch and pat my lap for Annie to jump up. I scratch her little ears as she curls up and makes herself comfortable.
Royal sits next to me, one elbow on the back of the couch, his leg pulled up. He’s facing me as he watches me and Annie. “No. Not at all.”
I cock my head to the side, finding that hard to believe. “Really?’
“Really,” he says easily. “I didn’t even tour the house before I bought it. I took a virtual tour but barely paid attention. It was the kind of house I’d dreamed about as a kid. A great big fuck you to my parents to show that I’d made it. The big, fancy, empty house.”
“You said my house is safe,” I recall.
He nods. “It feels safe and comfortable. More like what I should have bought. I love this house. The simplicity of it. The hominess. It feels like an actual home.”
I lean forward a little and kiss him softly, annoying Annie. But she settles down when I sit back. “My house is all yours.”
He grins. “It is a little small for the amount of kids I plan to bring into it.”
“Is that so?” I say, liking the sound of it far too much. I didn’t have a big family, just one brother, but it was a happy childhood.
I can see having many, many kids with Royal.
“Hey, Royal?”
“Yeah.” I move Annie off my lap and pat her head when she gives me a disappointed look, reaching my hand out for Royal.
“Come with me.” He instantly stands, taking my hand. I lead him back to one of the guest bathrooms. I don’t use it often, but my primary bathroom doesn’t have a tub.
He stands there with me, looking around and cocking a brow at me. “What are we doing in here?”
I smile and reach for the hem of his t-shirt. I start to pull it up, and he automatically lifts his arms to help me remove it from him. My fingers dance over his delicious abs, and I have to force myself to focus on my own shirt.
I pull mine off and then walk over to the tub, putting the stopper in to hold the water and turning the water to a warm, comfortable temperature. When I turn back around, Royal is watching me closely, still in his jeans.
“What are we doing?”
I unbutton my own jeans, loving the way his eyes are locked on my hands. Raw hunger is written all over his face. “Well, I may not have all the fancy bathrooms you do at your house, but I do have a tub,” I say with a smile and slide my jeans off.
I kick them away, having slipped my shoes and socks off earlier. His eyes are trained on my growing erection, covered only by my blue briefs. It takes a hell of a lot of effort to turn away from him to grab the bottle of bubble bath I bought and pour some into the water.
