Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
ALEXANDER
Ithought nothing could beat waking up next to Ella, but waking up next to her after making love to her a few times during the night was a whole different feeling.
I pulled her to my chest, not wanting to let her go.
I could just imagine her rolling her eyes and calling me a caveman.
She was still fast asleep. I watched her, taking all of her in. She was beautiful, and she was mine.
I was surprised I hadn’t heard anything from my father over her background check. I could only guess that meant there was nothing to find.
As I said, there wouldn’t be.
My whole trust was put in Ella, and I believed she hadn’t kept anything from me.
I reached for my phone, scrolling through TikTok making sure to keep the volume on low, so I didn’t wake her up.
I felt her begin to stir after half an hour of scrolling.
She turned around in my arms.
“Good morning,” I said, pressing a kiss on her forehead. “How are you feeling?”
“Good,” she mumbled.
“Are you feeling sore?” I asked softly. “Do you need me to run you a bath?”
“A little sore, but nothing too unmanageable. I loved last night. It was much needed.”
“Me too, Ella.” I pressed my lips onto hers, and she deepened the kiss.
Almost instantly, my dick had started to get hard against her thigh. Her hand reached down between us, and I let out a groan as I felt her hand wrap around me. “Fuck.”
She giggled as she slid down the bed. I pulled the covers off us as her tongue touched the tip of my dick. Her tongue swirled around the tip, teasing as she moved her hand up and down my length. She lowered her mouth down my length, taking the full thing I moaned her throat felt so fucking good.
She pulled back as she coughed. “Fuck.” She took a breath before taking down to the base again as her hand wrapped gently around my balls, stroking them. I moaned and began to fuck her face, moving my hips to meet her, sucking my dick up and down.
I could feel my orgasm building. “Ella, I’m going to come. If you don’t want me to come down your throat, you need to move,” I warned her.
This only seemed to spur her on more, and she bobbed her head up and down.
I grabbed onto her hair, and she moaned against my dick.
“Fuck.” I moaned as I felt myself coming.
I watched Ella swallow down every drop.
She pulled her head off my dick and slid up my body. I pulled her in for a kiss, and she deepened it immediately. “You’re perfect.”
She shook her head. “I’m not, but that was fun.” She laid down next to me, breathing heavily.
“I think it’s time I return the favour,” I grinned, hovering over her.
She shook her head. “I’m feeling sore,” she admitted. “I could really use that bath you offered to run.”
I nodded, getting out of bed and pulling my pyjama bottoms. I headed to the bathroom and began running the bath.
I squirted some bubble bath in and mixed the bubbles with the water.
I walked back into her room, and she was covered in a towel.
“Your bath is running.” I bent down, kissing her head. “I’m going to make you some breakfast.”
“Are you sure? My mum might be downstairs. She still dislikes you a little,” she said, wincing.
I laughed. “Ella, you’re in my life hopefully forever. I’ll win your mum over, either that or die trying.”
“It’s your funeral,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“Hopefully not.” I kissed her once more before grabbing my phone and heading downstairs.
I may need Chef just in case.
I think I could remember all the lessons, but I wasn’t sure.
I walked into the kitchen and began to look through the fridge and cupboards. I pulled out tins of beans, tomatoes, sausage, bacon, and eggs. I placed them all on the side.
I could make breakfast. This was going to be easy.
I hoped.
I potted around the kitchen as I began to put the sausages into the oven letting them cook before I started to cook anything else.
“Who knew the prince actually knew how to cook?”
I turned around jumping slightly and saw Elena dressed for work leaning against the wall looking at me with a frown. “Erm, I learned recently, ma’am,” I said. “I wanted to surprise Ella.”
“Ella?”
“It’s the nickname I have for your daughter,” I explained.
Had Ella not told her mum much about us? It seemed like she was close with her mum.
“As in Cinderella?” She scoffed.
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “My sister is called Elizabeth and I call her El, so it feels wrong to call Ella El, so she got Ella instead.”
“Did you treat my daughter respectfully?” Elena asked.
“I always treat her respectfully,” I said, my brows furrowing in confusion. “I’m sure if you would like any more information, you could ask your daughter, but for the respect of our relationship that is all I’m going to say on the matter,” I said, shrugging.
I couldn’t put my finger on this woman. For some reason, she hated me with a passion, which don’t get me wrong I was used to, but it seemed like it was more than just the normal playboy Prince thing that was often shared in the media.
No this hatred seemed deeper down and I couldn’t put my finger on why.
Forget the background check on Ella, maybe I needed one on her mother. “What’s your problem?”
“I don’t like you,” she said, walking away from the kitchen.
I turned around checking on the sausages.
“Melinda, I’m going to work!” I heard the front door open, and she mumbled something before it closed again.
“Who shit in her cornflakes this morning?” Megan asked.
I jumped, spinning around.
Megan was doubled over in laughter.
“You fucking scared me,” I said letting out a breath.
“Wow you scare easily.” Megan laughed. She sat on the kitchen table resting her feet on the chair, “Ooo, you know how to cook, that’s surprising.”
“I learned recently. I wanted to make Ella breakfast in bed one morning,” I said.
“Cute. Where is she anyway?”
“In the bath. She’s sore,” I said.
Megan squealed and my eyes widened as I realised what I had just said. “You slept together?!” She jumped off the table, running up the stairs. I heard her slam the door open.
Well so much for Ella having a relaxing bath.
Did Melinda forget to tell Megan this was not the first time we slept together?
I potted around the kitchen, preparing breakfast.
I guess for the three of us now, I would have to get used to Megan being around if I wanted to be with Ella.
I heard footsteps coming down the stairs just as I began to plate breakfast and they both entered the kitchen.
“How are you feeling, Ella?”
“Better, thank you,” she said. I felt her come over, wrapping her arms around my waist and patting my chest. “Could have done without the Spanish Inquisition.”
“I just said you were sore. Did you not tell her about our first time?” I asked with a chuckle. I turned around and pressed a kiss to her lips.
“Hmm, you’re lucky I love you,” she whispered against my lips.
“Ugh, I’m so single,” I heard Megan groan.
“I made breakfast for us all,” I told her.
“I’m doing a good job training you,” she teased. She let me go and went for the forks and knives, lying them down on the table.
I placed a plate in front of Megan. “Ooo, we’re being served by a Prince.” She grinned. “Not everyone can say that.”
I rolled my eyes and placed Ella’s plate down before walking over and getting mine. I sat with them. “How many people can say the Prince is annoyed at them?” I retorted.
“Probably loads. I could see you being annoying,” Megan said matter of factly.
I looked at Ella who was laughing. “I’m sorry that was fast for her.”
Megan nodded. “It really was, usually I’m a little slower.”
“Truth.” She dove into breakfast.
For the next fifteen minutes, it was silent. And man did I enjoy that silence. But soon enough it was over, and then started Megan’s inquisition.
“So, now down to the dirty details,” Megan said with a grin.
I let out a groan which Ella seemed to echo. “Megan, I already told you I am not telling you how big his dick is.”
“Well, it must be pretty big if you’re sore, or are you just tight?” Megan said.
“Megan!”
“Did he treat you right? Did he make you come?”
“Megan!” Ella shouted.
“Surely, this is the question you ask when she’s alone?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“But she won’t answer me, and it’s fun to see her embarrassed. May as well go to the source,” Megan shrugged like it was obvious.
“What if I said I was really good in bed, and then Ella said the opposite when I left?” I questioned.
Megan cocked her head to the side. “Didn’t think of that. Someone just tell me. My life is boring.” She turned to look at Ella. “We’re besties ride until we die. You should tell me.”
“Fine. He was amazing in bed. Yes, he’s big. No, I’m not telling the exact size. I didn’t pull out a ruler and measuring tape. Yes, he made me come. It was special, perfect, and everything a first and second time should be. Happy?” Ella said.
“Extremely,” Megan grinned. “The majority of my curiosity has been squandered.” She paused. “For now.”
I shook my head.
I looked at my phone and saw a text from Jeremy about races. I replied back saying I would be there.
I hadn’t raced in a while and I needed to feel the adrenaline of going far too fast.
“Right, I’m going to leave you girls to the girly chat,” I told them. I stood up and headed upstairs to get dressed. I came back down, kissing Ella. “I love you. I’ll see you soon.”
“I love you, too.”