Your mind was no doubt running 500 miles a minute. balls and debuts and sittings and conferences… there were too many things need done for the Prince of Hastings to be calm, this calm.

“You worry too much” Prince Sobek muttered still in bed half naked.

you were his secretary, his right hand woman, whom seem to slowly and slowly take control of more things that didn’t include a secretary’s work

“Am I annoying you, your grace?” You say sarcastically yanking the covers from him as he groans feeling the cool air on his toned body.

“I can’t help but love a woman who seizes control… but lay with me” he grinned an attractive smile pulling you on top of him. Oh. Have you mentioned you two have a secret relationship going on?

“I do not wish to mettle in pointless squabbles” he moaned securing you his large cold hands on your thigh…