Chapter 38
A WEEKEND AWAY
ELOISE
London Daily Times
The Prince of Wales has fled the UK this morning.
It’s a shocker. Some expected him to attend Lady LeRoux’s nuptials out of respect for her family.
Instead, he has left the country to go to Switzerland, likely on a ski weekend.
Maybe the plan is to get over his ex by getting under someone else?
If so, we cannot blame him. Let’s hope he keeps things buttoned up.
It’s only been a few weeks since his last unfortunate misstep.
Imade it clear to my charge that this wasn’t a date.
Duncan was enjoying his weekend away. I was enjoying mine.
It was an excuse to take the plane out—something people in his family felt was normal.
I’d grown up with money, so I’d flown on private jets plenty.
However, Duncan’s life was just so bizarre—so beyond anything I could conceive.
We were in a private jet flying to Switzerland with his detail.
It was normal to have them around right now.
However, at “home” we were alone. It was so domestic.
Sometimes, we even bonded. We swapped stories and cooked meals together.
He was honestly the best housemate I’d had.
He was tidy, stayed out of my hair if I didn’t want him around, and had decent taste in television shows.
We arrived in Switzerland and departed our separate ways, but not before he slid a note into my palm. It was so like Duncan to get up to this. I should have expected it.
I shook my head. “Incorrigible.”
He gave a cheeky grin and waved me off on the hotel steps.
I departed to the Vincent’s chalet. Monique’s father, Julian, made his money in investments.
He’d been a venture capitalist before his semi-retirement.
Monique’s mother was a human rights lawyer.
She’d been a great inspiration to me. The Vincents were the family I never had. I could not wait to see them!
I departed the car, surprising the Vincents with the very expensive Mercedes that delivered me versus the basic taxi they expected me to hire.
“Darling! Oh my God!” Monique screeched, running over in her slippers.
She wrapped me up in a huge hug and kiss before pulling back. Her mahogany skin was practically glowing, her big brown eyes full of happy tears. Our reunions always went like this. We knew one another since boarding school.
“I am so happy to see you!” I said. “But you’re gonna freeze out here! Go on!”
The driver helped me out before leaving.
“Ma Cherie, how are you doing? The car… that is a surprise. And you did not tip him?”
“Oh, God. Long story. My client was on the way here, so he flew me out.”
Monique didn’t believe me. “Uh-huh. Yes, he just happened to be going to the alps and to this place the same weekend?”
“He needed a break and he only gets to leave if he’s with me. I keep him under control, okay?”
“Uh-huh.”
Monique’s mother Constance arrived, going on in French.
“You are so pale! Have you not seen the sun?”
Compared to her dark and rich brown hands, I was indeed very pale.
“I am always pale. But we don’t get much sun in Wales.”
“You should go somewhere warm! Treat yourself!”
“I will be going to California and Mexico in March,” I said.
Julian arrived and hugged me. “Why is that? A fun trip?”
“Work,” I said. “Given that this will be announced on Monday, I think I can say it. I’m the new social secretary for The Prince of Wales.”
“Um… what?” Monique said. “Say more.”
“Again, long story and NDA.”
She rolled her eyes. “If you say nothing, I think things up. I will fill in the details, ma cherie.”
“Leave her be!” Constance said. “Oh, dear, that is lovely. You must be so proud of yourself—you should be!”
“It is a promotion. I was poached by Her Majesty herself. So wild! But it will be a good change. If not an exhausting one. The Prince is… a challenge at times. He’s fine, but the chaos that follows him is never boring.”
“Let me take your bags,” Julian insisted.
“And your coat,” Constance said.
I grabbed the note from my pocket before handing it off.
“What is that?”
“None of your business, Mo! It is a private message from my employer.”
“A handwritten note? Sure. Fine, whatever. You want a coffee? It’s time for one.”
“Sure. Cappuccino for me,” I said.
Monique was married to her espresso machine. The Vincents had one everywhere they went.
I stood in the kitchen, unfurling the note.
Mistress Mills,
If you get bored, I will be mostly in the hotel.
I am not supposed to ski out of “concern” for my safety.
Might hit the spa at some point. Otherwise, I will be decompressing.
Should you feel interested in visiting, I will leave a key addressed to Miss Greenwich in the lobby.
Feel free to visit. Feel even freer to tell me ahead of time and I will be waiting for you.
-Duncan
I would take him up on the offer. I knew he’d be generous. I knew he’d appreciate the company. I wasn’t completely heartless. I put the note away.
“So that is going well?” Monique raised her eyebrows.
The power dynamic was about to shift again.
“I can say very little other than… yes. Okay, let me speak of a hypothetical man.” I kept my voice low. “I have never cum so many times or so hard in my life.”
“I told you there is an advantage to older men,” Monique said. “They are better lovers. And it’s good? The sex?”
“There hasn’t been any,” I snickered. “Well, no intercourse. But there’s pretty much anything but.”
“Why?”
“I told this guy that I’m… hooking up with? I dunno what to call him. Anyway, I keep him at an arm’s length to torture him. He loves it.”
Monique shook her head. “What? Is there something wrong with his dick?”
“God, no!” I blushed. “He’s impressively girthy and I’m sure it would be fine. If he’s even half as good like that, I’d… I would be pleasantly done in. It’s not that. It’s a game. I’ll put him out of his misery eventually.”
“Mmm… fine. And the job? Are they paying you off?”
“They have no idea!” I gasped. “How could you ever think that?”
“Because rich people can be dodgy!”
“Glass houses,” I gestured.
We both laughed.
“Sure, fine. Okay. But… that has nothing to do with it?”
“He tried to get his mother to not hire me. He thought it would insult me. But now I think he’s happy about it. Because… whatever this is, it’s a good time.”
“Lap it up. After your streak of unimpressive weirdos, you deserve someone who treats you like… well, a queen.”
I snickered. “He promises to worship me on occasion.”
“And does he?”
“Girl, yes,” I giggled. “Yes. And I live for it in the most delicious way. Plus, they’re paying me double.”
“Hard to turn down unlimited orgasms and a pay rise.”
“Exactly!” I giggled. “I cannot complain for now.”