Taming My Prince Charming

By: J.S. Cooper



His mother had looked as I’d expected. Beautiful and cold. She looked aristocratic with her perfectly thin nose and high cheekbones. Her green eyes had pierced through to my soul and she didn’t have one hair out of place. I knew she hadn’t been impressed when she’d surveyed my appearance. I reached up and touched the top of my head. My hair felt dry and I was sure it looked messy as well. I stood up and walked to the mirror. My face looked pale and washed out. I certainly didn’t look like the sort of girl that had the ability to trap a prince. No matter what Tarquin and Xavier said. I was definitely not a Hollywood beauty, though I suppose there was a certain innocent, natural beauty to my looks.

“You alive?” Xavier knocked on the door and I froze.

“I’m fine.” I called back, praying that Xavier wasn’t going to overstep another boundary and walk into the room.

“Do you need anything?”

“I’m fine.”

“No pepto bismol?”

“No.” I shouted out embarrassed. “I’m fine.”

“Well, you’ve been in there a while. I wanted to make sure you didn’t have a scarred stomach.”

“A scarred stomach?” I called out in surprise.

“Okay, maybe not scarred, scared.”

“A scared stomach?” I started giggling.

“I mean an upset stomach.”

“Don’t worry, my stomach’s not scarred, scared, or upset.” I called out and walked to the toilet and flushed it, even though there was nothing in the bowl.

“I’m glad to hear that.”

“I’m just going to wash my hands if that’s okay with you.” I called out and turned on the gold-plated faucets. Did they really need this much gold in a bathroom? It seemed ostentatious, but then what did I know? My family barely had enough money to pay the bills and get groceries every month.

“I’m waiting.” His voice was soft through the door and I shivered. Oh shit, here we go.

“You didn’t have to wait for me outside the door you know. It’s unnerving.” I snapped as I walked back into Xavier’s bedroom. It looked like a display bedroom from a museum exhibit. “Your bedroom is crazy.” I walked over to the four poster bed and touched the thick wood.

“This bed belonged to my great-grandfather. It was hand carved in India. It was a gift to him from the English.”

“The English?” I frowned. “I thought you said it was hand carved in India?”

“The English colonized India. Did you not know that?” He paused. “Oh yes, I forgot, you’re an American.”

“Excuse me?” I took a deep breath and was about to tell him where to get off.

“I’m not saying that to be rude.” He shrugged. “I only said that to mean that English children would grow up with that knowledge because it was their country that tried to take over the world. American’s haven’t colonized anyone, have they?” He cocked his head and smiled. “Unless you want to talk about my heart. You’ve colonized my heart.”

“Aren’t you confusing your heart with your cock?” I said bluntly and he laughed loudly.

“Perhaps I am.” He reached down and grabbed himself. “I’m still quite hard.”

“That’s nice.” I walked to the window and pulled the curtain to the side. “That’s some backyard.” I stared out at the vast expanse of green lawns and flower beds. “It’s beautiful.”

“Thank you. We have ten gardeners. We have the Versailles gardens of Romerius.”

“I’ve never been to Versaille.”

“I’ll have to take you one day.”

“That’s okay. I don’t need two fake engagements in my life.”

“You can go as part of your first one.”

“I think that’s an awful lot to fit into one week.”

“Well, it might be longer than one week.” He shrugged.

“No.” I bit my lower lip. “I have to get back to London. Xavier, why are you doing this?”

“I told you. I don’t want you to be painted as a scarlet woman by the press.”

“The press don’t know or care about me?” I rolled my eyes. “Date someone else and they’ll focus on her.”

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