(Bonus Chapter)Prince Alexander: I'm Not Interested to Girls Like You

This is Prince Alexander's point of view at the time he and Shirley first met. This contains dirty words because it is Prince Alexander who is speaking. You know him. He is pervert. So, if you're a little uncomfortable reading these kind of words, you can skip reading those lines. Enjoy the first Prince Alexander's chapter!

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Prince Alexander: I'm Not Interested to Girls Like You

Every morning, before I started to work or do something else, it was my ritual to open the top drawer of my table and stared at the old pictures hidden there. At least in these photos, Emily and I were still happy. I also did the same before my day ended.

I still loved her even though she had chosen my brother over me. They got married a few years ago and had a child. Her husband should be me, but she had a different decision. I knew she remained in love with me and I could do everything to take her back. 'Everything' meant that even I became an ally of the rebels to dethrone my brother at the time he became a king, I could do it for her.

My mother, Queen Beatrice, supported me. She favoured me more than my brother maybe because of Emily. She did not like the lady even before she was in a relationship with me. However, I did not care. I loved Emily and if the time my plans succeed she would become my queen. My one and only.

"Honey!" A woman in sexy black dress entered my office without knocking at my door. She might be one of the whores I hooked up last week.

I immediately closed the drawer. I did not want any strangers to learn about me and my beloved Emily.

"Who are you?" The bored tone that played with my voice made her flinched.

"Honey, you forget? This is me, Keira! How come you forget about me? We had a blast last night, remember?"

"Why are you here?"

"Obviously, I want to be with you. Let's have coffee. I knew a coffee shop near the airport. Let's go there, my treat."

"Only coffee?" I moved my eyes up and down of her body. She had a good size. If I was not mistaken, it was 36-24-36. Her blond hair was attractive and it would be nice to spread it on the mattress.

She lit up. Her smile was nothing special. It did not made me hard unlike Emily years ago. No one could turn me on even I slept with different women. Only Emily could do that.

"What do you want, honey? A trip to my pad after coffee?"

I laughed evilly, "Okay, that's a deal. What's your name again?"

"Keira, honey, Keira."

The phone on my office table rang, which took my small amount of enjoyment.

"What?" I angrily responded to the other line.

"Your new accountant will arrive this morning, so don't go anywhere." My secretary, Clarissa Williams, was in the other line.

"You know, I don't freaking care." I looked at the beautiful and hot Keira and winked at her. "I have a very important appointment so tour her yourself."

"Have you seen her data I sent you, Prince Alexander?"

"Of course not, why would I bother to read something uninteresting? She is another accountant who is not trustworthy."

The last accountant I had, Clyde Blade, working to me for the last three years, had resigned last month. He said that his conscience poking his mind when he learned that my accounts were funding the rebels. Well, it was good that he had already resigned. Otherwise, my plans would fail through his so-called, integrity.

This time, Clarissa told me that she hired a female accountant from the USA. I did not get her reason of hiring someone from the other continent than to get an accountant from our own land.

Whatever she was thinking, all accountants were the same. They only wanted to do their jobs as though they were not sinners.

I put down the phone and went to Keira. I whispered, "Let's go, sexy."

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Keira knew how to make a man enjoy his coffee in the morning. Her hands went to the parts where I liked it the most.

I was glad that I put on my sunglasses so no one could recognize me, though there were people looking back to make sure they did not see someone familiar.

"Do you want to go directly to my pad?" Her voice was sweet like sugar, but still could not turn me on.

"Sure, where is your pad?"

"It's walking distance from here. We can walk and enjoy getting wet in the rain."

"You have a good idea, but I could not deal with colds now. I have a conference in other country tomorrow."

"Okay, let's just use my umbrella."

Since her pad located a few blocks next to airport, we walked toward the airport premise. It was not a boring hand-in-hand walk in the rain because Keira was an entertainer herself. She knew how to speak dirty things that made my buddy harder little by little.

Then, I saw her. An angel appeared out-of-nowhere in the road of London. Her brown hair waved like those in the portrait of beautiful ladies in the history. It was my first time to see her beauty, but her appearance reminded me of Emily. My lover's presence more than a decade ago, when the first time I had seen her, was like that.

The girl in the road seemed not in herself. Her clothes damped because of heavy rain and I felt something. I felt that I needed to protect her. Probably, I was insane.

Why did I feel to protect a stranger that I only saw in the road? Only mentally unstable would feel that. I was sure that I had a sound mind.

Screeching of the car mixed with the scream of the girl made me totally act like I was not the Prince Alexander born to put women on their knees. My mind decided for myself. I run to her, leaving Keira, and wrapped my arms to the small body of the girl.

I pulled her closer to me that made her cheek touched my chest. Her eyes met mine as soon as the car drove away. I was planning to get the plate number and report it for driving recklessly when I realized I was looking at Emily. The young Emily I fell in love with.

Her blue eyes were like sky in the middle of the storm. I swallowed hard when I felt her soft hands on my chest. She was beautiful. She looked like Emily.

"Honey, what are you doing? Do you want to die?" I heard Keira spoke behind us.

I did not mind her. All my focus was on the girl in my arms. I was thinking of the nearest logic I could get to reason why this girl and Emily looked alike. I knew Emily's only sister and brother. I also knew all her cousins and no one there looked like this girl.

I removed my hands on her and tried to act coolly as though she did not have an effect on me. It was my biggest error in my life. Once I viewed her, her dampened shirt gave me the best sight of her pink undergarment to cover her chest.

That made my buddy hard. Very hard. My pervert mind played all the scenes possible I could do with this beautiful girl. I assumed she was in her early twenties, so calling her girl was still, technically, appropriate.

"Thank you, for, you know, saving me," her voice, I could imagine her in my bedroom shouting my name wildly. "I think your girlfriend is worried for you."

"Don't walk around if you're not in your mind." My voice accidentally became soft for my likeness.

"I was in my mind, for your information. I'm new here. I don't know where to go." It seemed that she did not recognize me. I felt disappointed in some points.

"You have no home?"

"Actually, I am..." her voice trailed off when a car stopped and honked near us.

I rolled my eyes when I recognized the car and Clarissa Williams get out of the stupid black sedan.

She stared at me with daggers. For sure, all she wanted was to scold me for running away and for avoiding my meeting with that newly hired accountant. I should escape this place before Clarissa got near us.

I turned my head to the beautiful young lady to say that I should leave first when I heard my secretary spoke to someone.

"Shirley Woodman, I don't expect..." I eyed Clarissa, who changed her words in a second, "I mean, I'm so sorry that we are so late. I thought the meeting would be finished early, but I was wrong. By the way," she extended her hand and the girl shook it carefully, "Clarissa Williams. Are you all right?"

Shirley Woodman? I was wishing her name would not slip out of my mouth once Keira and I had our activity in her pad. I felt sorry if that situation ever happened.

"It's okay," I heard her angelic voice again. I could not help but to imagine again her between my thighs.

I left them before I would bring this girl with me to the pad my siblings and I brought three years ago. I wanted her right now. I wrapped my arm to Keira's waist, transferring my lust to her, but the face of that girl that almost the same with Emily, kept on popping in my head.

"Hey," Shirley Woodman should stop now while I could still control myself, "What's your name?"

I just smirked, "You'll know soon."

I walked away with this unknown woman. What was her name again? Oh yeah, Keira.

I should warn that new accountant to run away from me and go back to her land before she learned about me and my darkest secret.

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Keira's performance was nothing but a trash. Possibly, I was not in the right mood to play with her. The girl, Shirley Woodman, run on my head and nobody ever achieved that except the lady across me in the royal dining room. Emily.

She fed my nephew, Henry, who sat on her lap while we were all enjoying our lunch. She did not want a nanny to feed her child. She loved the boy, her son with my brother.

I had hoped before that Henry might have been my child because we made love the night before their wedding. However, she gave birth to Henry exactly fourteen months after the wedding. There was no possibility that the baby would stay in the womb more than nine months, right?

We sat in the dining table in a usual position. My father, King Gregory, had his seat on the head. In his right was my mother, Queen Beatrice, and in the left, the first in line, Nicholas. I was between my mother and sister, Victoria. Of course, Emily was sitting beside her husband.

After the lunch, my parents left us first and then, Nicholas' family. Emily did not give me a glance as always.

"Keira gave me a call this morning that you hooked up with her last night," Victoria acted as though she would puke.

"And also this morning," I added.

"Yuck," she stood and smacked my arm, "I told her not to be friend with me again. I don't like women you hooked up with. You should find a woman who will stop you from being a dirty old man. Stop playing with women, will you?"

"What if I don't like how you dated your Benjamin even we all oppose."

"Stop bringing him in our conversation. If you don't want to stop, fine, it's your life," she stormed out and slammed the door behind her. Victoria was acting like a brat as always.

She was dating Benjamin, a son of pier owner. He had no title and giving Victoria to him was like giving my sister to a beggar. Once I caught them doing something, I would kill that bastard.

I texted Clarissa to tell Shirley Woodman to go to my office so I could give her work that should be done for a week. I should be professional. I should not get attracted to someone working for me. I was still in loved to Emily and all I wanted was her and not someone who just resembled her.

I went to my office and waited for thirty minutes to the new accountant, but no one came. Did she feel that I would be dangerous to her that she already run away while heading in the palace? I would be glad, really.

After more moments, there were soft knocks behind my office's door. It might be her.

"Come in," I said and watched her entered my office. She wore a new dress, but her beautiful appearance was still the same. I realized that her difference to others were the innocence showing to her face. She froze when our eyes met and I stated angrily, "What took you so long?!"

I stood on the ground and walked around my table without removing my gaze to her. I could still not believe that she was like Emily. Even my brother Nicholas would see their resemblance once he saw this girl. I leaned back on the edge of my table and crossed my arms.

When there was no answer from her, I raised my eyebrow, "Are you going to answer? Or not?"

Her answer was a walk toward me and a grasp on my chin. She tilted my head and observing every skin I had. Dirty imaginations played in my head. One of my imaginations was she holding my buddy instead of my chin. I should prevent myself thinking more if this innocent girl did not want to be taken in my magic couch.

"What are you doing?" Oh damn. Anyone who could hear me would think that I was in the most difficult situation of my manly life.

"You are – were that guy in the airport!" her fingers left my chin and she pointed one to me.

I was amaze to her non-malicious expression, but I did not let her see that. If I was having this kind of conversation to other women out there, they might have grabbed my buddy and lost in our lust. Shirley Woodman was different. "Finally, you recognize me. I thought you were the latest alien migrated in this world."

"But.. you...why...well...how.."

I grinned. "Relax. I don't bite. Try to breathe."

"I mean, I'm sorry for earlier. I should be polite in talking to you, your Highness," she bowed her head and bit her lower lip.

"Polite," I nodded and walked around to her like a lion eyeing an herbivore prey, "But now you already know I'm the Prince, you hold my chin disrespectfully. Seriously? Is that the modern meaning of polite?"

"My apology, your Highness. I can't believe that you and the guy at the airport are the same."

"You are really like that? Doing the things without thinking about it?"

"Of course not!" her voice became high pitched but she realized I was in front of her so she whispered, "Of course not. Umm. Maybe, got tired from my travel."

I returned to my swivel chair behind my table and gestured to her to sit down in the chair in front of my table. She was like a five year girl who observed her school in the first day of her class. Her beautiful blue eyes landed on the connecting door.

"That is directed to my room," I said, handing her the documents, "By the way these are the transactions happened during the month of September. I need the financial report by next week."

"That fast?" I felt the urge to kiss her once her eyes grew bigger. I almost forgot the feel of having a woman under me.

I observed her face while she read the papers I had given to her. If we had a one night stand, it might be fine, right? I swear I would not have it with her again. Just only once.

No, I should not. I would look pathetic if I slept with someone that looked like Emily. Again, I would say to myself that I wanted Emily herself and not a girl from USA who looked like my first love.

She caught me staring at her, I cleared my throat and said, "Just a reminder, I don't tolerate latecomers. This is the last time you will get late when we have a meeting. You understand?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

"And another one," our gazes locked again, "I'm not interested to girls like you. If you're going to flirt with me, I'm so sorry, but I don't tolerate any office relationship."

That was right. I was saying this not only to her, but I was also telling this thing to myself. I should not let myself be attracted to someone this beautiful and innocent because someday, she would fall in love to me and, for sure, I could not return her feelings.

"I'm not flirting with you," shockingly, she sounded strong, but the blush on her cheeks betrayed her, "I'm here for the job you offered and nothing else."

"Good," emotionless, I returned my attention to the flat-screen of my computer. "If you don't mind, I'm going to call you if I need you, but our final scheduled meeting will be after you finished the report next week."

"Yes, Your Highness," she stood from the chair and started to leave.

I did not stop my mouth from speaking, "And please, don't wear a thin shirt when you walked in the rain in public."

She looked back at me. Confusion showed on her face. Then, she finally left.

I slapped my mouth. After saying that, I hardened and all I could think was her smooth skin touching mine.

I definitely needed a whore right now.

That night was the first time I forgot to look at the pictures of Emily and me in my table's drawer.