My eyes cracked open and the first thing that hit me was the dizziness. The ceiling looked like it was swaying, either that, or my head was still drunk from last night. I blinked a few times, groaning, then glanced to my right.

Oh. There he was, the guy I hooked up with. Last night had been... intense. The fact that I'd managed to pull someone this cute still had me lowkey buzzing all over again.

Of course, I'd had to lie about who I really was. Couldn't exactly say, "Oh hey, I'm a prince," without risking him freaking out or dipping. So I went with the safer route, said I was just "rich." People got weird about royalty.

My mind wandered back to the way I'd slammed into his tight ass, how ridiculously snug it had felt around me. Just thinking about it had me getting hard again-

Knock, knock, knock.

And then, the voice. "Your Highness!"

Shit.

I cursed under my breath, grabbed the nearest pair of boxers and slid them on. "Coming!" I yelled, heading for the door.

I cracked it open to find one of the servants standing there, looking way too nervous for this early in the morning.

"Um... Your Highness, your father said you should come for breakfast."

I rolled my eyes so hard they almost left my head. Running a hand through my messy hair, I sighed. "Tell him I said no." And with that, I shut the door right in her face.

Turning back to the bed, I noticed he was awake now, eyes a little wide, scanning the unfamiliar room like he'd just realized where he was.

I strolled over and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning in with a lazy grin. "Hey, good morning." I brushed a quick kiss against the corner of his lips before pulling back, catching that same confused look.

My gaze followed his eyes as they flicked around the massive bedroom, the high ceilings, the gold-trimmed furniture. Yeah... the realization was definitely setting in.

I smirked. "Well..." I leaned in just a little closer, voice dripping with amusement. "You fucked a prince. Congratulations."