Accidental Surrogate

Chapter 438

Chapter 438: Be Careful, Little Mate

Ella

“I don’t think we’ve met,” Sinclair says, looking Calvin up and down, his voice low and dangerous.

“Not personally, no,” Calvin says, and I watch him, a little surprised to see that he has regained his composure faster than me. He again executes his sharp little bow, showing obeisance to Sinclair, the kind of gesture one Royal gives to another. “I am Prince Calvin, of Atalaxia. And, despite the uncouth gesture that my party made this morning, I hope you will believe me when I say that I am very pleased to be here and eager to build a good relationship between our nations.” Sinclair raises his eyebrows in surprise, looking for a long moment at the Prince and then down at me, ” Well,” Sinclair says, his words careful and measured. “It is good to hear you say that. After the events of the morning we were convinced that peace was not a priority for you.” Clavin sighs and glances over his shoulder, to where the rest of his delegation are speaking quietly with a group of people I don’t know. ” Honestly highness,” he says, his voice low as if he’s seeking not to be overheard, “for many of them?

It is not. But I hope that over the next few days I can convince you that you have at least one ally over this border.” Slowly, Sinclair nods, pulling me closer to his side. “I look forward to being convinced,” my mate says evenly, still studying this strange Prince.

Clavin bows again to both of us, realizing that this interview is over. “A pleasure, your highnesses,” he murmurs, beginning to turn away.

“Ella,” I call – and I surprise myself to hear my name fall from my mouth.

Calvin turns back to us, slow, likewise surprised.

“Please,” I continue, “call me Ella.” The Prince hesitates for a moment, flicking his eyes to Sinclair, but then he bows to me more deeply than he’s done before. “It will be a pleasure, Ella.” And then he turns away.

I press myself closer to Sinclair’s side now, a little unnerved.

angry at least not

I

it was…something. Something real,

already making their way back into the room through

who the hell he is, and

night, after hours of chat with delegates from other countries. Honestly, even though all we did was stand

settle my sweet baby in his little crib, giving him a kiss on the head before

he says,shaking his head, “up. Come on. You can’t fall asleep like this.” “I can do what I want,” I mutter, turning stubbornly away from him.” I’m the Queen.” Sinclair laughs harder now, coming close and slipping my shoes off my feet, which makes me moan a little with pleasure to feel them released. Sinclair, intuiting how good it feels, sits on

moan again, louder

murmurs, his voice low, hungry. I open an eye and glance at him because honestly, even though

to

make me make that noise,” I murmur

over me until his body stretches above mine, holding his weight on his elbows to avoid crushing me completely. I take a deep, contented breath and turn onto my back, lifting my hands to pull his tuxedo shirt out of his pants and then slip my palms onto the

my scent before pressing determined kisses to my

to the side and pulling me with him so that I’m

you – they’re aware of your story. They love that you’re a real person who cares about her people – not some born-and- bred lady who knows how to affect the airs of a Queen and play the game.” “Yes,” I say, my hands faltering a little on their path lower. “But doesn’t that make me…a bit of

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