The forbidden prince

Flagrant

Chapter 4

Flagrant

Andrew

As if all the hustle and bustle of a teaching hospital wasn't enough, I have to deal with the presence of the beautiful and insufferable Hailey White. I remember like it was yesterday that we met at the wedding of one of my best friends and hit it off that very first night. It's hard for me to imagine myself with another woman right now, because I liked Hailey so much. But I'm a complicated man. I carry the centuries"old baggage of a monarchy that should no longer exist in Monaco. I'm the prince, and I should have duties, but my father understood when I decided to step aside to practice medicine. It's one of my passions. And nothing they do there, except spend money for nothing, is a passion of mine.

Monaco is really beautiful, a warm country between Italy and France, as small as a city, but so clean and beautiful that it beats London for beauty and organization. But I wanted to get away from the obligations of the monarchy. My mother hated it, but my father supported me. It was like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders to stop doing all that boring protocol and meeting heads of state at endless dinners. Politics doesn't appeal to me. Even though I know I'm second in line to my brothers. It makes me feel like I'm standing on a guillotine when the executioner is ready to let go of the rope and chop off my head.

These are the reasons I let Hailey go. I know she couldn't stand my mother or my lifestyle. Hailey White stuck in a castle like Rapunzel with a busy prince in her life? That would slowly kill her. However, I refuse to marry a Monaco royal, no matter how beautiful. I would be swept up in a tide of gossip and futility, immersed in a world of appearances when all I ever dreamed of was saving lives. It was fortunate that my father chose London, because I really wanted to go to Africa. But with everything that's going on in that continent, all the wars, terrorism and everything else, it wouldn't be the best choice at the moment.

When I try to get Hailey to give in to me, she resists bravely. She's a very special woman. I'm experienced in the world of fetishes and I've introduced her to a world she had no idea about. The fun world of s****l make"believe. And she loved it. She can pretend to be a p********e with me, she can pretend to be a maid, she can pretend to be an unfaithful wife... Everything is fun in the fetish world. It only stops being fun when we sleep together on the second night, and I liked that. Now I have to forget about it because she'll never accept being a princess of Monaco when the time comes. Hailey is too free for that and that's what attracted me to her.

When I send her home at the end of her shift, I have an intuition that she's going out to try to forget our s****l tension. That's when I plan to show up, kind of unexpectedly, without knowing she'd be there. It will be fun to see her embarrassed and not knowing what to do. Maybe I should bring someone. A friend. A doctor. Just to see Hailey's reaction. I approach Jessica slowly and hold her waist. She seems to get a shock and jumps.

" I'm sorry for the shock, Jess.”

" Andrew, I'm sorry, what can I do for you?”

" Actually, I was wondering if you'd like to have a drink with me tomorrow.”

She opens her eyes wider and purses her lips. She's a cute girl, not really my type. Jess has brown hair and is very white. I can see her veins. She looks like she hasn't been in the sun for months!

" S" yes, I'd love to. Will Penny be on duty, sir?”

This gentleman, he's invaded me in a way... It reminds me of the days when I was a B#SM dominator and never found a submissive so devoted. I pull myself together.

" Yes, go on. She's been on call for less time. Anything you need, she'll beep me.”

" Okay. Okay.”

She seems hesitant. Maybe I should have been less incisive and more subtle. But that doesn't suit me. When I want something, I say it and I do it. I don't wait for opportune moments, I don't mince words. Which, by the way, is a waste of time and energy. I smile, discreetly. I know I'm followed by papparazzi from my country.

I'll give them a taste of gossip by going out with Jessica, but I really want to shake Hailey up and see if there really is a woman like me inside that body.

Saturday. 9pm.

I'm wearing a suit, because that's the only way I know how to dress. I've been used to being formal since childhood. I just chose not to wear a tie today. I left the silver cords hanging instead of the tie. One of them bears the coat of arms of the Principality of Monaco. The other is a Catholic cross. Jean is my bodyguard, something my father made sure I had. I couldn't help it since he was allowing me to stay out of the country for a few years.

" Good evening, Jean, are you driving today?”

He wears a suit all the time, I don't know how we put up with it.

" No, sir, Your Majesty the King sent a driver recently.”

The chauffeur gets into the Volvo and looks at me through the mirror, bowing.

" There's no need for that, lad.”

I'd like to feel ordinary once in a while.

" I'm Philipe, Your Highness.”

" Right, just don't address me by that pronoun, because nobody here knows I'm a prince, except Hailey White, okay?”

" Right, Your Highness.”

I snort, looking away. You'll never understand my needs. Oh, poor nobleman! He just needs a night with a girl... And not just any girl.

" Your Highness, we won't call you that, but we'll be close, very close if you need us. " Philipe replies.

Great, Dad! I love having two bodyguards now! Mr. Albert Clermont really doesn't trust my discretion. Philip starts the car and we leave the luxurious building where I live. The streets pass by and the red double"decker buses, but nothing makes me see color wherever I go. The color of life isn't out there. Should I go back to Monaco? As we approach the English pub, I ask them to leave me alone and walk two paces behind me until I meet Jessica at the door. I don't want her to notice me moving around.

As soon as I see her, my eyes go wide. She's wearing something like an egg"yellow dress and black tights. What's wrong with this woman? I approach her at a brisk pace, hearing the footsteps of my security guards just behind. As soon as she sees me, no longer able to turn on her heels, she smiles.

" Andrew! " she waves happily.

" That's my name. " I'm starting to get really annoyed.

I'm going to have to spend time with this doctor as if it were a date and then take her home as if nothing was happening. It's not possible!

" Shall we go in?

" Yes, of course.

We're in the West End, so all the places are full. I direct her to the bar and maybe we can get a stool. As soon as we're in front of the bar, Jess orders a drink while I grab my cell phone. I quickly send Jean a message.

Leave Philipe here and look for Miss White at the Maddox nightclub.

Nightclub, Your Highness?

Yes. It's at 3"5 Mill St, Mayfair

Jean's expression is one of dismay and concern. A prince in a nightclub? But I'm not in any danger, I just behave like a guy who's never been to a nightclub. My father would kill me. With cruelty. We've always frequented the high nobility of Monaco and their boring parties and endless games without ever leaving the same circle of people. s**t! I guess that's why I connect the West End with vibrant colors and freedom... Social life in my country is restricted to those with a noble title, always listening to endless gossip and playing the same games, going to the same parties.

Yes, Jean, you understood me. Find Miss Hailey White.

Yes, Your Highness, I will find Miss White.

We agreed not to get any closer, since we can't offer what the other wants. It's fairer that way, but I miss her intelligent conversations and her laugh. Even if I can't admit it to her. Maybe staying close could be opportune. I remember overhearing your conversation yesterday on the way out of the hospital.

Memories

- Where are you going tomorrow? We can meet up. - says Jess.

- I'm going to Maddox! And you?

- I'll go with you then...

Hailey didn't even make a point of hiding the fact that she was going out or where she was going. And that opened up a huge window of opportunity for me. I could go to the same place, unnoticed, observing what she's really like. Or I could approach her and try to make a move. I remember well who threw herself into my arms, and it was her. I wasn't even looking for someone at a friend's wedding, but she showed up, full of desire to find out about the things I knew how to do. And we did. But twice is too little for a man like me. And she's as beautiful as her sister Hazel. She also knows how to belly dance. I haven't met a woman as beautiful as her since I arrived in London. Letting her get away without trying isn't even a chance.

I look at Jess, with her tremendous bulging eyes and that egg dress, and snort. How long am I going to have to put up with this? She comes closer and I move away in a millimeter. In a calculated way.

- I need to ask you something, Andrew. - she begins.

- Tell me... - my face shows all the immense desire in the world to listen, a muchocho and my eyes turned to the floor.

- How did you know I wanted to go out today?

I blink a lot, looking at her with a debauched smile on my lips, then ask the barman for something to try and defuse the situation."