8. Short of Expectations.

[Luke]
I felt my control slipping as she kissed me back, her mouth hot and wet.
She swirled her tongue around mine and my d*ck strained against my suit trousers, she had a nice tongue and what a mouth.
I groaned into her mouth and she pressed closer to me, all of her movements had a bit of an uncertainty to them like she was a novice but I couldn't believe that, she was much too beautiful and attractive to not have caused a stir among the menfolk.
I really wanted to have her, at first it was a want, like a man's normal response to an attractive woman, but over the past few weeks that I'd been gathering as much information about her as I could, it had grown to a need, almost to an obsession level.
I needed to have her, to bury my self into her most feminine heat over and over again until I ruined her for any other man and until I consumed every inch of her body.
Dark thoughts.
That's what she did to me, she gave me obsessive thoughts and the need to have her as mine was so strong sometimes I had to stop myself from telling her the truth.
But I knew that it was all far-fetched for me, even if she agreed to be mine, there was no way my father would allow it, Claire was a foreigner, she was a non indigene of Denmark so I couldn't have anything to do with her.
Not as the Prince of Denmark anyway.
Which was why my palace guard cover had to stay, I wanted to chase something with her as an ordinary person and not as a prince.
"Jean." She whispered softly and I realized that in my thinking my touch had gone cold and I had stopped touching her.
"Yes." I responded kissing her again and squeezing her backside.
She was my type of woman, she wasn't skinny like all the women around me were, she had large hips with a curvy backside and her breasts though slightly larger than I'd like, they were ever so perky and she had taut nipples that I wished to draw into my mouth.
"I have to get the picture of the prince, do you think you can help me with that?" She asked and my blood turned cold in my veins.
I pushed her gently away from me and I turned away from her, I didn't want her to see the hurt and anger in my eyes.
I thought she was different, but it turns out she was just like everyone else, always wanting something from me.
"I work at the media house and I really need this to impress my boss, do you think you can help me talk to him, I just need one photo, he doesn't have to show his whole face, just a side portrait would be okay." She kept on rambling.
"So this is why you truly came here." I spat out icily and turned to look at her.
"Yes, before you distracted me, I saw him come here with someone and I guess that someone was you." She said her head down.
I wondered why she didn't look me in the eyes, why she didn't use her feminine wiles to get what she wanted.
Megan would have been trying to get my pants down by now if it meant she got to be seen on my arm a while longer.
"I'll do it, you want the prince's picture, I can get it for you but I want something in return." Despite the fact that I knew she was just like everyone else, I still wanted her and the bulge in my pants was still there so I figured if she wanted something from me, I would also get something from her in return.
"You will, that's amazing thanks, yeah, anything, I'd give you whatever she want." She was excited and she looked at me happily.
She really did want the picture.
"Anything?" I smirked pulling the front of her dress lower and exposing more cleavage, my mouth watered as I eyed her exposed pink tips.
"No, um, I think you've misunderstood me." She replied flustered and she moved quickly away from me like she was being burnt by my touch.
"Misunderstood you?" I frowned and pulled her closer to me again, I was already tired of her coy games.
"I understand you very well, you come to me, make me want you and now that I do, you want to use it to get what you want, I already said I'd get you the picture or is there anything else you want?"
"What are you, Oh My God." She had an exasperated look on her face and she shoved me away from her.
I must commend her strength and acting skills, for a second there I almost thought I had truly misunderstood her intentions.
"I'm not like that." She tried to defend herself but I was no buying it.
"So you tell me that you wore this fish net of a dress without the intention of catching anything in it." I scoffed and folded my arms watching her with cold eyes.
Just how stupid did she think I was, very stupid apparently if she expected me to believe her bullsh*t.
"You don't know me, you don't know anything about me." She yelled at me and her eyes began to water. "I'm not like that, I'd never seduce a man with the aim to get something from him."
She stormed off and left me there stunned and confused because she was a damn well good actress and I was already far gone for her than I thought because all I wanted now even after seeing her true colors was to go after her and cradle her in my arms.
I hated making her cry.
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[Claire]
The night was going so well, I had seen Jean and I was in his arms and his kisses were setting my body on fire.
Why, at that moment did I think about work and the promotion and why did I ask him if he could get me the prince's picture.
Now he thought of me as a gold digger or worse a loose woman who used her body as a means to get whatever she wanted.
I couldn't shake away the memory of his eyes from my mind, the look in his eyes broke my heart, he thought little of me, no matter how hard I tried, he'd never believe me.
He thought I was there to exchange my body for the prince's photos.
I had seen it in his eyes, the instant betrayal he felt, he must've been betrayed a lot for him to just take that opinion of me immediately.
I had to get out of there and that's what I did, with tears pouring down my face, I ran away from the dark hall.
I wished he'd come after me, that he'd listen to my explanation but I knew that wouldn't happen, he probably hated me right now and would never want to have anything to do with me ever.
He was just a man I'd met few weeks ago, why was his affecting me so much and why did I care what he thought of me, I was the one who should be offended, but I was not, I was just sad and hurt.
"It's you again, twice in one night, I think this is destiny." Bernard smiled at me.
I was grateful for waterproof makeup because my tears would've smudged my makeup and the dim light because he didn't notice that I'd been crying.
"Hi, um." I said trying to recollect his name.
"Bernard." He said and smiled again, his smile lit us his face and made him look more handsome than he already was.
I found myself staring at him, wondering why I hadn't noticed how handsome he was before, prolly because I was busy chasing after the prince.
Right, the prince, I didn't think I would get any pictures.
"You seem worried." His voice brought me out of my thoughts.
"Yeah, I was hoping to get a picture of the prince." I sighed.
"The prince!" He exclaimed chuckling softly. " What are you, his fan club or something
"Oh no," I corrected his hastily, I couldn't handle any one else misunderstanding me tonight. Why couldn't Jean have been chill about it like this guy was?
"It's a job thing, my boss insists on me getting a picture of the prince and I don't want to lose my job." I felt downcast, I just realized that I could lose my job over this.
"I've only seen the prince personally once or twice for business and he insists on covering his face, I don't think it's possible to get his picture, he's a very private person."
"Oh."
"Yeah, but don't be dismayed, if you get fired I can offer you a job, all you have to do is give me a call." He said and pushed his card into my hands.
"No, I can't—"
"Who is that over there?" I was about to refuse when he interrupted me.