Bad Boy Prince: A British Royal Stepbrother Romance by Vivian Wood Page A
Authors: Vivian Wood
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fill my eyes. Rex isn’t fooled, though.
He sits up and grabs me by the waist, hauling me onto his lap while he nuzzles my neck.
“You worry too much, Kitty. The future is far off. We’ve got a lot of time to figure it out. In the meantime…”
His gentle nuzzling turns into a series of soft kisses. My traitorous body starts to respond, despite my emotional turmoil.
It’s always like that with Rex.
“Wait…” I say, pulling away.
“Come on, Kitten,” he says, giving me that dashing grin of his. “Have you forgotten who your secret boyfriend is? They don’t call me Prince Magnum for nothing…”
He grabs my hand and brings it down to his… hardness… and I snatch my hand back.
“Quit!” I yelp.
“Oh, are you really mad about this next year thing? You need to relax about that, Kitten. We have bigger things to worry about.”
He has no idea how right he is.
I brush away a tear and shake my head at him. It must be nice to live the charmed life, Rex Westwood .
“Let’s just go to sleep, okay? I have to sneak out super early,” I say.
Rex rolls his eyes and shrugs.
“Suit yourself,” he says, then he gets this goofy grin on his face. “I’d think you’d be nicer to me, knowing that we’re about to go off to uni. I’m going to meet loads of hot girls there, you know. Bet they won’t need so much beauty sleep .”
Somehow, I don’t scream at him. Somehow, I don’t burst into tears.
I just kind of go to that same place that I went when I found my dad’s body. A numb place, where it’s just… easier.
I lie down next to Rex, not even bothering to get under the comforter with him. I’m not planning on staying long.
This conversation has clarified a lot of things for me. Rex isn’t ready for this. I’m not either, but I don’t have a choice.
When it comes down to the basic facts, I love Rex like crazy… but I can’t trust him to have my back when this scandal breaks. Not in the face of his father. Or his grandparents. There’s no way he can protect me from their wrath.
I lie there in wait until Rex’s breathing is even and quiet. I sit up and look at him for a second, at his sheer gorgeousness. I want so badly to kiss him, just once more, but I don’t.
Instead I get up and grab my backpack, take the pregnancy test from the bathroom trash, and slip out onto the balcony. I climb into the tree and scuttle down it, all the time wondering…
What if I just fell… and this whole thing went away?
I feel ashamed of myself.
I manage to get a few blocks from the Westwoods’ house before I really start crying. I get on the tube and ride it home, and no one even stops to ask why an eighteen year old girl is sobbing her brains out in the middle of the night.
By the time I get home, I’m pretty cried out. Not that it matters; Mum’s not here. She’s at a rejuvenation spa or some such thing, I’m not exactly sure where.
Throwing myself on my bed is the only good thing I’ve felt all night. I lie there and wallow for hours, my mind whirring uselessly.
What am I going to do?
I can’t… get rid of it. I won’t. It’s mine and Rex’s, no matter what.
He can’t know about it, though.
No one can know about it.
How the heck am I going to pull that off?
God, if Mum finds out, she might make me get rid of it. Or she’d take it, like some bad Lifetime movie.
I can’t see any solution. There’s literally nowhere in Courtland that I can think of where no one will know my name, where no one will find out.
Wait …
I sit straight up in bed.
Nowhere in Courtland…
I scramble to get out of bed and pad over to my desk, flipping the desk lamp on.
There, on top of my laptop, is the stack of university acceptance letters I’ve gotten so far. For a lark, I applied to as many colleges as I could. More for bragging rights against my friends than anything else.
Sitting on top is my admission to Royal College. I’ve already filled out and signed the form accepting a spot there,
He sits up and grabs me by the waist, hauling me onto his lap while he nuzzles my neck.
“You worry too much, Kitty. The future is far off. We’ve got a lot of time to figure it out. In the meantime…”
His gentle nuzzling turns into a series of soft kisses. My traitorous body starts to respond, despite my emotional turmoil.
It’s always like that with Rex.
“Wait…” I say, pulling away.
“Come on, Kitten,” he says, giving me that dashing grin of his. “Have you forgotten who your secret boyfriend is? They don’t call me Prince Magnum for nothing…”
He grabs my hand and brings it down to his… hardness… and I snatch my hand back.
“Quit!” I yelp.
“Oh, are you really mad about this next year thing? You need to relax about that, Kitten. We have bigger things to worry about.”
He has no idea how right he is.
I brush away a tear and shake my head at him. It must be nice to live the charmed life, Rex Westwood .
“Let’s just go to sleep, okay? I have to sneak out super early,” I say.
Rex rolls his eyes and shrugs.
“Suit yourself,” he says, then he gets this goofy grin on his face. “I’d think you’d be nicer to me, knowing that we’re about to go off to uni. I’m going to meet loads of hot girls there, you know. Bet they won’t need so much beauty sleep .”
Somehow, I don’t scream at him. Somehow, I don’t burst into tears.
I just kind of go to that same place that I went when I found my dad’s body. A numb place, where it’s just… easier.
I lie down next to Rex, not even bothering to get under the comforter with him. I’m not planning on staying long.
This conversation has clarified a lot of things for me. Rex isn’t ready for this. I’m not either, but I don’t have a choice.
When it comes down to the basic facts, I love Rex like crazy… but I can’t trust him to have my back when this scandal breaks. Not in the face of his father. Or his grandparents. There’s no way he can protect me from their wrath.
I lie there in wait until Rex’s breathing is even and quiet. I sit up and look at him for a second, at his sheer gorgeousness. I want so badly to kiss him, just once more, but I don’t.
Instead I get up and grab my backpack, take the pregnancy test from the bathroom trash, and slip out onto the balcony. I climb into the tree and scuttle down it, all the time wondering…
What if I just fell… and this whole thing went away?
I feel ashamed of myself.
I manage to get a few blocks from the Westwoods’ house before I really start crying. I get on the tube and ride it home, and no one even stops to ask why an eighteen year old girl is sobbing her brains out in the middle of the night.
By the time I get home, I’m pretty cried out. Not that it matters; Mum’s not here. She’s at a rejuvenation spa or some such thing, I’m not exactly sure where.
Throwing myself on my bed is the only good thing I’ve felt all night. I lie there and wallow for hours, my mind whirring uselessly.
What am I going to do?
I can’t… get rid of it. I won’t. It’s mine and Rex’s, no matter what.
He can’t know about it, though.
No one can know about it.
How the heck am I going to pull that off?
God, if Mum finds out, she might make me get rid of it. Or she’d take it, like some bad Lifetime movie.
I can’t see any solution. There’s literally nowhere in Courtland that I can think of where no one will know my name, where no one will find out.
Wait …
I sit straight up in bed.
Nowhere in Courtland…
I scramble to get out of bed and pad over to my desk, flipping the desk lamp on.
There, on top of my laptop, is the stack of university acceptance letters I’ve gotten so far. For a lark, I applied to as many colleges as I could. More for bragging rights against my friends than anything else.
Sitting on top is my admission to Royal College. I’ve already filled out and signed the form accepting a spot there,
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