“I know. I have to go. I might be back home late tonight, so go to sleep and I’ll see you in the morning.”
He kisses me again – deep, urgent kisses.
“Leave your door unlocked,” he whispers.
And then he leaves.
It’s as if my only anchor in this bewildering foreign world has been taken away. Deep down inside, I know that I’m going to be alone in dealing with this. No matter how much Alex supports me – in the end, it will be up to me and how strong I ultimately am.
6
The next morning, I wake up with Alex. I don’t recall going to bed with him because he did mention that he was coming home late, but here he is – as beautiful as a god in repose in my bed.
I extricate myself from him gently as I don’t want to wake him. Naked, he’s a glorious sight to behold under the sheets. His chest rises and falls slowly. I can watch him sleep forever. If only it were just the two of us in this wide open world. It would be a lot less complicated that way.
But life never has a way of working out the way we planned. I never planned to fall in love with Alex, any more than he ever planned to be born a prince. I never planned to be born into a poor family either. Who does?
Although he is sleeping, his erect c**k forms a tent in the sheets. He’s always hard in the morning, from my delicious past experience.
“Hormonal overload,” he jokingly called it.
I have an idea. It immediately puts a smile on my face.
The morning sun is streaming through the windows, lighting up the room into a blaze of gold and brown when I dive under the white sheets. It’s not a complete blackout in there, because the sheet is thin and the sunlight filters through the threads to light the hazy environment down there into a soft golden glow. His c**k is a stiff rod holding up the cloth.
I ease my mouth down upon it. I’m determined to finish what I started in Indonesia. I suck it slowly but insistently, curling my tongue around its corona. The ridge is a curved elevation against my taste buds.
I dip the tip of my tongue into the little hole on top of his head.
“Mmmmmm,” he murmurs.
Uh oh. I have woken him up.
But that’s the ultimate idea.
I continue to run my tongue up, down and around his head and shaft, giving him a really wet lashing. I make little fanlike movements – circles, triangles, squares, wavy lines . . . anything I can think of.
Then I swallow his c**k hole, going as deep as I can possibly take him down my throat.
“Ohhhh,” he groans.
I am not at the liberty to say anything in my current position.
“Oh my God,” he says, his voice still slurred with sleep. “That feels sooo good. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
I slide my mouth up and down his cock. I’m essentially f**king him with the funnel of my mouth. I squeeze my cheek muscles against his turgid flesh to heighten the friction. His head butts against the little pendulum piece of flesh at the back of my throat. I have to try very hard not to gag.
Daylight suddenly intrudes upon my little act of fellatio. Alex has removed the sheet from my head and his lower half, and is now enjoying the sight of me savaging his penis.
His hands reach for and grope my hair.
“Oh baby, you’re going to kill me,” he says softly.
I intensify my sucking strength. I’m drawing his flesh upward and outward into the vacuum suction of my mouth. He moans and trashes his head upon the pillow, and his hands flail here, there, everywhere upon my head and shoulders.
“I’m going to come,” he warns me.
For answer, I bite down gently upon his c**k and give him a particularly vicious tug with my teeth.
“Ohhhh!” he cries, and his se**n jettisons into my throat.
I let the sourish nectar flow onto my tongue. I lap it up, tasting it. I have never swallowed his sperm before, and I try it now, refusing to let the precious fluid spill out of my mouth.
“You’re going to kill me,” he repeats breathlessly. “Oh baby, baby – ”
His sperm continues to spurt into my mouth, and I continue to swallow it with relish as it slowly ebbs its flow. I hold his c**k in my mouth for a long, long time, reveling in the sticky sweetness of it. I finally remove his glistening rod. It’s gone semi-soft now, but that doesn’t stop him from getting up and flipping me suddenly onto my back.
He straddles me. In the morning light, his hair has lighted up into a blazing golden brown, and his eyes are as green as jewels. He’s overwhelmingly, gloriously beautiful. His full luscious lips part.
“I love you, Liz Turner,” he says.
A sharp pain fleets through my chest. It lingers as a dull ache, and my heart begins to expand and weep with the sudden groundswell of emotion.
Tears spring to my eyes.
“I love you too, Alexander Vassar.”
It’s true. I would love him even if he had been a dirt poor hustler in some seedy joint.
He lowers his mouth to kiss me.
There comes a sharp rap on the door.
We both groan. Not again. The palace is unique in the sense that none of the bedrooms have phones in them.
“Your highness?” Jasper’s measured voice filters through the door. “There’s something you need to see right away.”
7
Alex and I stare at the newspaper and tabloid headlines. These are not only Moldovian newspapers, but French, Spanish, Italian and German ones.
‘REASON FOR KING FELIX’S HEART ATTACK REVEALED.’
Below is a photo of Alex and me arriving at the airport. I’m in my scruffy clothes and my hair is scraggly.
‘MYSTERY WOMAN REASON FOR PRINCE ALEXANDER’S DISAPPEARANCE.’
‘WHY TATIANA OF NUERNBERG GOT DUMPED.’ An inset picture of Tatiana looking disgruntled.
A smaller headline: ‘A palace spokesperson says ‘no comment’.’
I suppose that would be Jasper.
I glance at Alex. “So what do we do?”
He shakes his head. “There’s nothing we can do. If people want to talk, they talk.”
“Is Jasper going to issue any further statements?”
“He’ll see how it plays. Meanwhile, we go about life as normal.”
I’m still shell-shocked by seeing my not-so-flattering pictures splashed all over the newspaper front pages.
“Don’t worry,” Alex says, “you’ll get used to it in time.”
*
I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it. Alex goes to the hospital as planned. Meanwhile, I’m left with Jasper and the chauffeur to go shopping with.