Prince of Norway

**Dayle**

“Bro, chill out! Nothing is going on at all. She tripped and I caught her, that was it…” Egan balled up and explained while my eyes were solely on my girlfriend. 
The girl I want to get married to 
But what I've seen is that Egan is playing a fast one on me. 
  “You caught her? That's it” I let out.
I had a bunch of shitty things to say to him but I decided not to be the bitch after all. 
  “Bro, we gotta talk…” I stated, as I scurried upstairs.

I expected Chrissy to come after me and try to explain that shit, but she was nowhere near. Should that ring a bell?
I wondered as my phone rang as soon as I entered our bedroom.  
I tossed my bag on the couch and pulled out my phone. 
Taking a peek, I saw Amber’s name. 
 What does she want this time? I snapped as I answered it. 
  “Look Amber, this is past work hours. You can’t call me whenever you please. Anything you have to say should be at the office, during office hours…” I let out before taking a deep breath.  
  “Okay, Dayle, I know that you hate me so bad but I called in for good news,” Amber calmly said. 

Well, it wasn't what I expected. 
I sat on the edge of the bed, my free hand raking my hair. I feel a mix of exhaustion and frustration in one body. 
  “What is it you have to say?” I calmly asked too. 
I heard her chuckle satisfactorily from her end before she proceeded. 
  “The client we’ve been chasing about the franchise has finally agreed to talk with you tomorrow as early as 7 AM because he's got a flight to catch by 10 AM,” she said. 

And truly, that was the best news ever. I didn't think the man would listen after the stupid stunt Amber pulled by forgetting the meeting entirely. 

“Wow, that is good news. How did you do it?” I asked, barely able to get as euphoric as I would have liked. 
  “I pulled some strings—actually my Dad did,” she admitted, squealing from the background. 
  “Good job ‘cause you could’ve ruined our chances only because you were at the massage parlor, forgetting a big ass deal,” I chastised calmly and she only laughed it off. “Okay, thanks for sharing the news head-on. I’ll be at the meeting as early as quarter to 7…” I said as I lay on my back, sighing. 
  “Seems like you need a massage deal, you know I could always give that or… we could go to the spa—”
  “Take care, Amber. Good night!” I hung up before she completed her statement. 
She was still not over us and everything was a very long time ago. 

“Babe,” I heard Chrissy’s voice from the door where she was leaning. 
I manage to sit up, my lips pursing my lips offhandedly. 
  “You decided to come talk now?” I asked, suppressing frustration while untying my necktie and shirt. 
  “And now you're telling her ‘take care’?” she asked back. 

I freaking love this girl to death and this is how she wants to talk? Fucking hell. 

I rose making my way into the closet as she caught up with me, holding my arm with that innocent look on her face. 
  “What?” I let out. 
  “I know it meant nothing, you and Amber,” she admitted.  
  “Don't you want to explain to me what I  just saw ‘cause obviously he was going to fuck you,” I barked at her as she took her hands off. 
  “Eww, Dayle, what’s that?” She took off her hand and crossed her arms. “I swear on everything we believe in, I fell and he caught me. I was trying to get the door,” she explained. 
  “I could believe that if I wanted,” I stated firmly walking to the hangers to find some sweatpants. 
  “What's stopping you?” she softly asked, interested in whatever I had to say next. 
  “You didn't take my calls and don't you think I deserve an explanation? I was going crazy at the office because I fucking love you, Chriss. What went wrong?” I asked and all she did was remain silent. 
  “I'm so sorry Dayle, I didn't call back. I just... I had a surprise and I got carried away with stuff—”
  “Stuff with Egan?” I lashed out. 
  “Dayle, Egan, and I had nothing going on and you can tell…” she stated firmly. 
  “Okay!” I snapped. “Next time, I'm not buying this shitting about having stuff in the way. The twins aren’t infants and your cell phone works just fine or I could get you the latest version of anything but… I'm not buying this shitty excuse next time,” I warned as politely as I could.
  “I'm sorry, Dayle. I was wrong and I should've done better…” she admitted with remorse.
  “It's fine. I have to shower,” I placed a kiss on her head and headed out of the closet with the sweatpants in my hand. 

…
About an hour and a half later, I was seated at the table having dinner all three of us in total silence. 
  “So, babe? I have an announcement to make,” Chrissy said to me with a wide grin and my brows knitted in suspicion. 
  “What about?” I asked.  
  “Yeah, tell us!” Egan added with a smile. 
  “Okay!” She split her gaze between Egan and me and continued. “I was given an opportunity at a health outreach event and I'm going to be the assistant for this district… coming up next week. You know… stuff to add to my resumé!” she explained with a proud grin and I couldn't before happier. 

I rose from where I was to give her a hug and a deep kiss.  
  “I'm proud of you as always, baby! We should definitely celebrate this as soon as I'm back from work tomorrow. I promise, just leave everything to me…” I assured her as we shared a kiss again and then I squeezed her butt cheeks, earning her light chuckle that sounded very sexy making my dick twitch.

We sat back down as Egan spoke up. 
  “Congratulations Chriss,” he said. “You’ve always had your things figured out…” he added and that was nothing but the truth. 
  “I agree,” I added. 
  “So, on that day, I wanna see both of y'all and be sure to invite everyone. I need your support and of course your donations for the health centres that we wanna build and um… sponsorships that we wanna give,” Chrissy explained. 

This woman is just everything. She knows what she wants and knows how to give back to society.
She's the one. 

Although I run a billion-dollar company but I have no idea what the fuck I want to do with my life still. I just know that I want to get married to Chrissy and have beautiful kids and live a lifetime of happiness and luxury. 

“You sound like a real ass practitioner, they are going to be excited with all your plans for the event,” Egan stated. 
  “Yeah, and we won’t miss,” I added. 
  “Thanks, baby!” she said to me, blowing me a kiss. “Thanks, E,” she said to him flashing him a smile. 

Fair. 

…
Some minutes later,
Egan and I were seated abreast each other on the porch, drinking beer and smoking dome cigarettes although I promised Chrissy that I wouldn't smoke anymore. 

Fuck me. 

“Have you spoken to your Mom?” I asked him as he puffed and sighed. 
  “Like I need it,” he snapped. “They are tying me to some… girl they met a year ago and they think that she's the one for me. I'm just not... ready to marry anyone—her,” he paused to smoke some more. 
  “What's her name?” I asked. 
  “Nova, Nova Princeton—”
  “Wait? The famous Princeton that has blood ties with Norwegian royalty?” I asked trying to piece it together. 
  “Yeah, the only and only Princess Nova,” he added casually like it wasn't a big deal at all. 
I nudged his arm playfully, putting down my bottle of cold beer.    
  “Fuck you, my man! And you said nothing? You're getting married to a princess,” I teased. 
  “Now that sounds like some Disney shit,” Egan stated, suppressing his laugh while I cracked up. 
  “Show me some pictures,” I demanded as he instantly grabbed his phone, and after a second, I received them. 

I took my cell phone, taking a good look at the lady. She was pretty and pale-skinned. She had radiant blue eyes and red hair, bubbly lips, and a pretty slender curve. I mean, she's a beauty if you ask me. 

Every man’s dream. 

“Honestly, bro, she's beautiful and I could fuck her…” I teased as he punched me lightly and we laughed it off. “I love Chrissy and it ends there. You should at least get to know her,” I pointed out. 
  “Are you kidding my ass, bro? I'm not into this matchmaking shit, let alone with a princess. They only need my sperm for good genes and what have you… I'm sure!” he vowed. 

I gulped some beer again and continued. 
  “Has she met you? Did she like you? At least?” 
  “She loves me, which is why I'm hiding here in the meantime. Whether or not I like it, I'm gonna have to face the world, right? Self-made young ass billionaire getting married to a princess! Like I fucking need to be called a king or prince or whatever,” he snapped, typically uninterested amf I don't know how to convince a grown ass man about marrying a princess. 

If I were in his shoes, I wouldn't agree either. It sounds like a setup. 

“My advice? Get to know her better and weigh your chances. I mean, aside from being a princess, what else can she be? You feel me?” I said and he nodded. 
  “Sure! I’ll leave by next week, I have to man up and stop freaking running like a clown,” he added and I nodded.  
  “And… I'm sorry if you thought that I was hitting on Chrissy.  I didn't. She fell and I caught up, that was it…” he admitted. 
  “Yeah, that sight was ugly and you can't expect me to laugh about it and I know that nothing happened. I was just setting scores, you know!” I said and sighed. “She was your ex and I wonder if you both have feelings till this moment,” I said. 

It took so much to say things as they were and Egan looked remorseful and blank at the same time. 

“It was a long time ago and I'm not planning on disrespecting or betraying my best friend, okay? Nothing’s ever gonna happen. I could leave tomorrow if I'm gonna be a problem between you two,” he opted and I shook my head. 
  “You’re going to leave when you are set to leave, okay? I just wanted to make sure that we are in sync—no strings attached, nothing attached.” I stared and we clinked our bottles and smiled. 
  “Cheers to the incoming Prince of Norway,” I teased. 
  “Nah, bro, cheers to our good life, self-made fucking billionaires,”  Egan proposed and we laughed it off. 

Scores were straight. Nothing more. No more insecurity again.