Hate sex with the maid of honor at my best friend's royal wedding . . . I blame the vodka.
Or maybe it was seeing how damn good she looked in that dress. The way it hugged every curve and accentuated her best assets. I definitely won't admit it might be because seeing the prince find his own princess means I'm going to be alone.
Something that has terrified me since being orphaned. Grandmother is the only family I have left in this world. And losing myself in the woman who drives me absolutely mad was an easy escape from that reality.
Only now, when I fled to the one place I can find solitude to wallow in my misery . . . She shows up. And walks right in on me getting off to the memory of being inside her.
I didn't think things could get any more complicated. But I was wrong.
Too many things have been hidden and left unsaid. Finding the truth is only the beginning . . . Things are about to get royally complicated.
Contains mature themes.
