The Swedish Prince (#Royal Romance 1)

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then brings out the wastebasket from the bathro

to undress all of him,” sh

er in a hush. “Kee

ering my

g with his leather jacket, trying to remove it. He moans something softly, his ey

n her arms and staring down at him

hat. I also didn't mention

seems to coincide with the size of his dick.

and place them against the wall as Annette puts

before crawling into bed. It was the only place and time she allowed herself

eyes and suddenly reaches across th

doing?” I wh

round underneath his ass and then

a-

d I come over to her

it card with no name on it, a coup

ks brand new, the black and white picture recent. It says Korkort S

e or last name?” she whisp

ame is Korko

at’s Russia

s a totally diff

and both of us jump in surprise, the wallet flying out of Annette’s h

ing for him to wake up, b

ussed from sleep. “Why are you…” he takes a step toward us and his eyes go to

I tell him. “And ke

you both in here and who the hell is this guy on the bed?” H

s shoulders and pushing him back. “He’s

who i

was staying at the hotel and we saw him at the bar and it was

y. “And what was wrong

ust wake up in the morn

ely crazy for doing this. Funny thing is, I haven’t fe

er in the house, you are sadly mistaken,” he eventually grumb

pt my parent’s guns, considering wh

uts her hand on my shoulder and squeezes it. “And I’m calling a cab. It’s proba

be in a good way

ow and let me know how it goes, okay honey?” She gives Korkort one last look over her shoulder.

e room, I exchange

n into you?”

ck the wallet from his chest, holding it to me. If he tries anyt

ver

WEEKS

holm,

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oyal Hi

heart, prompting a rush of b

l me that,” I tell him, my voice hard. “I’ve been seeing you pra

ushes his glasses further up his nose. In some ways Dr. Bonakov has been more of a f

as Your Royal Highness be

called Alex. I was always Viktor.

of the lecture that’s about to follow. Maybe one reason he feel

hen things become too much. I shouldn’t h

hrone, something you know I’ve never wanted. Things are permanently too much. Every second of every day. Do you seriously want

nst his notepad. He’s seen my outbursts before but not like thi

f of me. “I know this is a big transition for you. I know you’re grieving. Not o

e always doles out words of apparent wisdom, catchphrases they think either enc

l take

come out

y at a

ays in ou

’t a bed

als all

ll bul

he verge of losing control. When you’re drowning, When it overwhelms you, not just your new responsibilit

him, the blood pounding hot in my head. “I want th

’s nothing Dr. Bonakov can say. Nothi

one month since my older brother

omething tidy enough to appease them. But I know the truth and that burden

ough space and time to grieve. I

tature of a king, it was Alex that everyo

the heir apparent, the future king. As long as I behaved mysel

My grief, my taking over his role, has caused a f

e there, eyeing me up like some exotic desser

will handle being the future king of Sweden. They want to see me

n rise. I can bare

ad. “With what happened to your brother, you know I’m wary about giving out st

the slip of paper. As usual

ings out a pill bottle and shakes two out into his hand. Then

t not even need the prescription. But heed the warnings, please. Don’t take