Blue Blood

Chapter 6 - The royal scandal

Alissa's POV

He smirked. "Oh, hold on." He stood up and walked towards me like a predator approaching a prey without taking his eyes off me for a second. "Did you hope I made love to you?" He asked huskily as he tucked the lock of my hair behind my ear, looking at me seductively.

I gulped nervously. There were a few inches between our lips. His musky scent filled my nostrils. My heart was pounding like crazy.

"No, of course not." I mumbled, averting my gaze, my cheeks crimson red.

He raised his eyebrow, giving me a playful smirk. "Baby, if we did it, believe me you would remember every second of our night. Even in that state." He commented seductively and smirked arrogantly.

I looked at him, my mouth agape. There was uncomfortable tingling between my legs.

He smirked and pulled back. "If I solved your big problem..." He said, emphasizing the word big and paused as he gave me a mocking look. I rolled my eyes. "You can get relieved, bambi." He added, grinning.

"Don't call me bambi." I demanded.

"Why, bambi?" He teased me.

"Marcus!" I gave him a dirty look.

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Would you like something to drink?" He gave me his charming smile.

"No!" I snapped.

Don't smile at me! He and his damned charming smile.

"I am leaving." I mumbled and walked towards the door.

When I was about to open the door, he said confidently. "By the way, being pregnant with my baby isn't a bad thing, bambi. Believe me. There are plenty of women who would gladly carry my baby."

"Then go and get them pregnant." I snapped without turning back.

He chuckled. "If I don't want them but you?!" He said with a serious tone.

What?

I raised my eyebrow in surprise. I shook my head, sighing.

Don't give attention to him. He is just playing cat and mouse with you.

I opened the door and walked out without saying anything.

Marcus's POV

I was in Stockholm. I came back two days ago. As soon as I returned, my father made me a big surprise telling me that he was going to talk to Stella's father about the engagement. I instantly refused and told him that it was so early, and I didn't want to get engaged nor get married right now, but my father said that he wouldn't change his mind. I just managed to convince him that I would get married to Stella no earlier than a year.

After getting ready, I left the palace. There was a party in Roland's countryside house today.

As I parked my car, Roland approached me, smiling, his hand in his pocket.

"Hey, bro." He greeted me, giving me a side hug.

"Hi." I hugged him back.

"Are you ready to get wild?" He asked, giving me a bright smile.

"Always." I winked at him and gave him an arrogant grin as I folded my arms over my chest.

He chuckled and placed his hand on my shoulder. "Come on. There is someone who wants to meet you." He gave me a mischievous grin.

"Hmm. Then let's not wait for her anymore." I smirked cockily.

I was sipping my whiskey while talking to Anne, the famous actress. She was beaming at me while leaning against me.

"How about a bet on who will finish drinking twenty glasses of gin and tonics first?" Roland approached me, his arm wrapped around some brunette model's waist. Her name was Angelina if I wasn't wrong.

Roland liked making a bet. We often made a bet on something. The one who would lose a bet should do crazy things. But fortunately, I had never lost before.

"I am in." I winked.

"I am in too." Our friend, George replied, giving Roland a playful grin.

"Who loses the bet will get into the hot tub without clothes." Roland informed, smirking.

"Three....two...one. Start!" Anne exclaimed cheerfully.

I was drinking faster, trying to win. George finished and stood up, making a victory gesture, smirking. When I looked at Roland, he gave me an arrogant look. He was about to finish.

Shit!

"You lost!" Roland exclaimed, smirking as he placed the glass down and stood up. He wrapped his arms around Angelina's waist and smashed his lips against her lips.

"Fuck!" I cursed as I put my glass down sternly.

"Are you ready?" Roland asked me, grinning.

"Bastard!" I snapped and shook my head in amusement. He grinned.

I yawned, stretching out and opened my eyes. My head was pounding. I pulled the cover away and got up. I ran my hand through my hair as I picked up my scattered clothes on the floor. Then I started putting on my clothes.

I smirked as I looked at Anne who was sleeping on her stomach. The cover was barely covering her hips, giving me the perfect view of her slender legs.

I grabbed my phone and keys. Then I left.

Once I got in my car, I turned on my phone. Instantly my phone rang. It was Wilma.

What does she want?

I frowned and picked up the phone.

"Marcus, how dare you cheat on me?!" She snapped as soon as I picked up the phone.

How did she find out?

"What are you talking about?" I asked, puzzled.

"You and that damned Anne! Your photos in all magazines." She snapped, frustrated.

"Fuck!" I cursed, running my hand through my hair.

"I hate you. I thought you loved me like I loved you." She pretended to cry.

"Wilma, there was nothing serious between us. You know it very well." I reminded, bored and rolled my eyes.

"I love you..."

"Wilma, I have to hang up now." I said and hung up without waiting for her to say anything.

I instantly searched for my name on the Internet.

Royal scandal

The daredevil prince was spotted totally naked at the party with a famous actress, Anne Berg last night. If the actress didn't stand beside him while kissing him, shielding him partially, he was going to display his crown jewels.

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Damn it!

I breathed deeply, closing my eyes as I leaned my head back against the headrest. I was in deep shit. My father would be furious after seeing these photos.