Mother takes great pleasure in my displeasure based on the sly grin curving up one side of her lips. I’ll gripe his ass out later for bailing on me. One cursory glance of the courtyard tells me either he’s late or choosing to avoid this shitshow. It’s a waste of my time to preen in front of a camera when I could be doing something more productive. Strutting around like a rooster so everyone will admire him. I just have to make it through this bullshit first. My obedient, dirty girl who gets off on the same depraved shit I do. I’m posing like a goddamn Versace model to please my insufferable mother when I’d rather be playing naughty games with her. There can be no happily ever after between a maid and a prince, no matter what the stories say. I can’t blame him for making me fall in love. He’s never pretended to be anything other than that. Irrevocably.īut Winston isn’t a lover, he’s a business venture. I keep playing his twisted games, and I want to stay just as distant as he is. He's right in front of me, but he’s just as remote as my dreams of getting away from my stepbrothers. I crave him so badly I think I might be losing my mind. Winston Constantine is no prince charming.
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