Falling for My Dad's Best Friend by Cassandra Dee

Author:Cassandra Dee [Dee, Cassandra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-03-17T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

Kristian

The chattering group of girls was ridiculous, like a cage of hens set free in the crowd.

“Oohh!” sighed one.

“Ahhh!” sighed another.

I could swear I heard a third one chirp, “Peep peep peep!”

I just shrugged my shoulders and tried to ignore the women. It’s so fucking annoying. As Crown Prince of St. Venetia, I’m obligated to attend a ton of events on behalf of the royal family, all sorts of shindigs that I have absolutely zero interest in, and this one was no exception.

Sproul, my social secretary cum butler cum personal assistant, had briefed me on tonight’s event.

“I believe, sire,” he said, looking at me over his glasses, “that you’ll particularly enjoy tonight’s event.”

I yawned and stretched, looking out the window of our library. Yeah, my ancestors spared no expense building and furnishing the St. Venetia Palace, and the library was no exception. Leather-bound volumes lined the walls, and there were quite a few collectors’ items scattered about, the antique books opened to pages with especially beautiful coloring or calligraphy. In fact, one of the original Gutenberg bibles was a few feet to my right, enclosed in a glass case, the temperature carefully monitored, lighting carefully controlled.

“Oh really?” I said disinterestedly. “What going on tonight? Wine tasting? Bourbon tasting? Whiskey?”

Sproul frowned at me. I’d been so bored and disillusioned lately that I’d been drowning my sorrows in Jim, Jack, Johnnie and Jameson. The Four Horsemen had been my constant companions, the hard liquor carrying me through these painfully dull parties.

But Sproul continued to look me over disapprovingly. He’s been with us since I was a baby, and knew me inside out.

“Sire,” he said frostily, “maybe you should hold back tonight because there will be young ladies in attendance.”

Oh that. I slumped in my chair, already bored again.

“Whoop dee doo,” I grunted, twirling my finger in the air. “What else is new.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. After all, I’m the Crown Prince of a small city-state, heir to a vast fortune, with every asset at my disposal. You want lands? I got ‘em. You want estates? I got ‘em. You want far-flung mysterious overseas holdings which could potentially be illegal, but assuredly worth billions? I got ‘em. So as you can tell, I’ve been hunted by young ladies ever since I was a baby. Okay, maybe it was their parents doing the hunting at that age, but seriously, as long as I can remember, girls have been throwing themselves at me non-stop.

“Oh Kristian,” they’d breathe, bosoms heaving theatrically, pushing out their boobs. “Oh Kristian!”

And I just fucking hated it. I fucking hated these “aristocrats,” the inbred air, the predatory looks, the way dollar signs practically appeared in their eyes, cartoon-like, when they saw me. So I wasn’t excited at all, but Sproul cleared his throat to clarify.

“Tonight the girls will be from Miss Carroll’s,” he said, shooting me a meaningful look.

Um, ok.

“So?” I asked, bored. “What about it?”

Sproul looked at me disapprovingly.

“Miss Carroll’s is known for accepting only the most eligible young ladies,” he said with a sniff.

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