Love For Hire

Chapter 18: 18

Kinsley sat on the couch in her shorts and tank top, hugging a pillow and eating a tub of Häagen-Dazs and watching the news. It had been a week since Nicholas sent her home, and she had spent most of the time crying. Her friends wanted her to go out, but she chose to stay home. Her heart was broken, and she did not feel like socializing.

A knock at her door drew her attention from the TV. She put the ice cream down and stood up, tossing the pillow to the couch. She walked barefoot across her small apartment and opened the door. She was shocked to find Prince Matthew on the other side smiling at her. “What do you want?” She asked, surprised to see him.

“Is that what passes for American hospitality?”

“I am sorry, Your Majesty, please come in,” Matthew stepped into her apartment but gestured for his two security guards to remain outside the door. He shut the door for her as she made her way to the kitchen. “I’d offer you a drink, but I am afraid I do not have anything but milk and OJ.”

“I am not thirsty.”

“Ok,” she stood in the kitchen, not knowing what to do now. Her initial question still in her mind. “I am sorry I do not mean to be rude, but why are you here?” Suddenly her mind began to spin with horrible possibilities. “Oh god, did something happen to Nicholas?”

He laughed. “No, Nicky is fine. In fact, he is doing as he always does, draining the liquor cabinet and fucking the whores that come to the palace,” the news that Nicholas had gone right back to screwing prostitutes made her heart ached all the more. She was missing him terribly, and he was already in bed with other women. His thin lips curved in a cruel grin. “That cannot have been a surprise to you. After all, you are just one more prostitute to pass through his door.”

She was shocked. How did he know they had met that way? “How…?”

“Did I know?” He laughed. “The whole family knows. You were not fooling anyone with that girlfriend bullshit. Nicky’s never in his life had a girlfriend. He only likes prostitutes. Fuck them and send them packing is his MO. However, I am curious why he kept you around? What was so special about you?” He asked, eyeing her like a predator. “I must confess I am eager to find out. So, what is your price?”

“Excuse me?” She snapped, offended.

“You are a prostitute; you have a price. Name it. I will do you one better. You tell me what Nicky’s price was, and I will match it.”

nerve,”

a little higher than monetary compensation. Maybe you are a social climber. Is that was it is? Were you hoping for a Pretty Woman ending” He laughed? “This is the real-world doll. Nicky is not Richard Gere,

his brother’s demise with eager anticipation. “That is

and I will inherit the kingdom. I just have to be patient,” he said,

slapped his hand away. “Do not touch

with amusement. “A whore that does not want to be touched. Is not that bad

of

am so intrigued

you for a million dollars,” she

slapped him hard across the face. She was livid. He took a moment to collect himself after

both turned to see Naya standing in the hall with two security guards flanking her. She

with strained respect, “what are you doing

here. I said,

at her and then let go and ran his fingers through his copper

son. Matthew said nothing, but he obeyed and left the apartment. When they heard the door close behind him, Naya shook her head. “I apologize to my

offered her the word she was

do your best as a parent, but sometimes nurture can not suppress nature,” she stepped closer. “No parent wants to admit that their child is a…” She trailed off again. “Well, all I can say is you should do your best not to

what you just did, but why exactly are you here?” She understood why Matthew had come, but she did

gestured to the kitchen table. Kinsley nodded, and the two of them took a seat

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