Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 5
understand,” and I did. Keure Brits seemed to have been very important to my family, especially my paternal grandmother, the Queen Dowager. She was really the number one reason I made sure that I didn’t act a fool in the media. She was always watching us, and her criticism was the worse I’ve ever experienced. And this is coming from the Prince of Wales, Duke of York, and King of assholes. She was the only person who made me cry, angrily. But I still respected her, she was my grandmother, after all.
And to tie back to it, I couldn’t see myself being married to a woman outside of my race. Spanish women were very sexy, but way too feisty. With how quick-tempered they are, I don’t think it would work with everything my wife would have to do, as a Princess and as a Queen. Asian women were too soft and meek for me, and I didn’t want a meek woman to be by my side. She needed to be outspoken and be able to defend herself ad hoc. Black women… oh man. How do I word this one without sounding like a d--k? Oh, to hell with it, Black women were an aggressive breed of women. I couldn’t sleep with a Black woman because every time I had the chance, the attitude written on her face steered me clear of her. And I didn’t need an intimidating Queen; I needed someone that people loved, not feared.
And that’s why finding a wife was such a hard task for me to do. My parents wanted me to focus more on courting women instead of just s------g them, but I just couldn’t. There wasn’t a woman that I’ve met that possessed that regal factor or one that I really liked. They usually had beautiful and very useful bodies, but not the personalities that would be compatible with mine. It was going to be very difficult to find a woman that was Queenly but could also match my a-----e energy in private.
“I appreciate you for understanding,” my father suddenly remarked, yanking me out of my thoughts.
“I do what I can to make sure we don’t look bad,” I replied somberly. “And in case you’re thinking about it mum, I’m not interested in tainting our British bloodline,” I assured her. She seemed to look tense beside my father until I told her that. Her features visibly softened at my words. My phone suddenly vibrated within my blazer’s inner breast pocket. I took it out and glanced at the message Griffin sent.
Griff: We’re here, mate. Come outside it’s cold as bullocks out here
“Mum, Pa,” I proclaimed as I stood up to stretch. “I’m going to call it a night. I loved the celebration and I really appreciate the staff’s efforts, but I am truly beat,” I convinced as I kissed my mother’s cheek and pat my father on his shoulder. My siblings, Rod and Genny, weren’t present, but I’m sure they won’t miss me.
“Vincent,” I heard my mother calling after me as I stepped down the raised platform they set our table upon. I loved her, but Griffin was bringing me a d--n good gift tonight and I wasn’t trying to miss it. I already spent a good six months without sex at the Air Force base, so I deserved this.
I left through the emergency exit door of Waterloo Chambers and hurried to the end where Griffin had been waiting. “Griff,” I raised my arms proudly as I made my way over to his car, a huge grin on my face.
“There goes the cheeky bastard,” Griffin greeted as we clapped our hands and pulled each other into a brotherly hug, patting each other on the back.
I pulled away from him and examined his attire. “You look like the same annoying bastard I’ve been dealing with on Base for the past six months. Don’t you know I’m sick of seeing you by now?” I joked as he chuckled. My eyes averted from him and landed on a beautiful woman that had been leaning against his Mercedes. “And who is this…,” I took her hand and spun her around, noting her very ample breasts and her slender figure. “Gorgeous woman,” I finished as I bit my lip, amused and h---y. She was a beautiful, Olive-toned woman with long, dark curls that cascaded down her backless blue dress. Her lips were full andand pink, while her eyes were a deep brown. And f--k me… were those freckles on her cheeks? This woman was a goddess.
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“Anais. Anais Moretti,” she answered in the hottest f-----g Spanish accent I’ve ever heard.
“Anais,” I tried out her name on my English tongue. “Very fitting,” I chuckled hoarsely as I pulled her into my arms. She batted her eyelashes sensuously as she bit her lip.
“Alright, you two. Let’s go; you can f--k when we get there,” Griffin reminded. “Floyd said he’s almost there and Jennifer just picked up the goods,” he stated, walking over to the other side of his car.
“Griff, I’m not doing that coke shit anymore,” I reminded him as I opened the door for Anais to get in.
“I didn’t like it the first time I took it. And besides, you fuckers put me up to it,” I reminded them as we settled into his car.
“Peer pressure, my friend. You either apply pressure or take the heat,” he retorted as he drove off of the castle’s property.
On our way to Floyd’s Estate, just outside of Slough, Ana lit a blunt and began passing it around the car. Luckily, Griff’s windows were tinted enough because I couldn’t even imagine the amount of trouble I’d be in if I got caught. The Prince of Wales, Duke of York, and Flight Lieutenant for the Royal Air Force got caught smoking weed on his birthday. My family probably would disown me, but who knows. They have never caught me doing half t