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reign European nation. Tired from the pressures of being a Prince of Estrea, he just wanted

ess before having to deal with her. Although he loved her, she was Dima Franz, the premier supermodel in Europe. And if she was

t it would get him off his back for marrying but would open up a whole new can of worms. A part of Grayson thought that it might actually be worth it. But despite what his father bellowed, Grayson wasn’t about to

Marcus Pierce, was causing trouble, trying to sway public opinion to make him the legitimate ruler instead. His father, Albert, was Maxwell’s twin. Maxwell had been born two minutes before Albert, making him the next in line for the throne. Gray

that two minutes coul

ding fires like the cavemen. Nope. the only thing modern man had to do was to hit one button and... poof! Ins

Grayson set down the remote and rose from his chair to make another drink, not paying attention to the news that was on. But then something,

ry public string of unsuitable women….” His voice droned on to the point that Grayson could take no more and turned off the set, vowing to deal with his cousin tomorrow. Whether or not Marcus realized it, what he was speaking of was treason. And if he kept it u

rayson heard something... a no

sn’t

eaded down the hallway, knowing there had to be an intruder in the

d it for protection. The noise grew louder as he near

eart

r. Dima’s eyes widened as she looked directly at Grayson. Naked and straddling the man, her

the image of Dima with another man from his mind. His

rabbed some clothes, and locked herself in the ba

rayson yelle

he man smirked, unaffected as he slowly and calm

f him. “Now!” he yelled into his face, his gri

his clothes, and ran out the door, not bothe

ouse, replaced the poker by the fir

ima stammered behind him, but

r your things later.” His voice was calm as

en it opened and softly closed behind her, leaving Grayson