❥CHRIS ❥

"What the fuck do you mean my bride is here?!" I lashed out at Alex, sitting up from the bed. I knew she wouldn't like that but I don't give two shits.

Bride? We didn't discuss this.

I stared down at the woman who was consumed with lust, bobbing her head up and down my cock, her mouth suddenly sucking my balls. Her whole focus was on it and honestly it became boring after two minutes.

She was a good fuck but with the whole fake breasts that couldn't bounce even after three hours of her screams, I didn't feel horny anymore.

"Get off," I commanded, forcefully pushing her away from my dick. I rose from the bed and headed towards the bathroom, needing a quick shower to wash away the remnants of the night.

"Don't tell me you have someone in there," Alex taunted, already sensing her frustration building up.

"What if I do?" I retorted, a smirk plastered on my face. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, taking in the sight of a hickey and scratches adorning my muscles, particularly around my waist.

"Are you stupid? You have no idea what I went through to find your bride," she voiced out.

"First of all, stop using that word," I exclaimed as I stepped outside, observing the woman from last night still lying naked on my bed, engrossed in my other phone.

I let out a groan. "Looks like I ended up with a wild one," I muttered to myself, realizing the unexpected predicament I found myself in.

"And secondly, I never asked you to find a woman for me. I said I would handle it," I asserted, leaning against the bathroom door, contemplating how to delicately remove her from my room.

"You? Handle it?" she scoffed. "So you can have someone to satisfy your insatiable horny hormones."

"Come on, you wound me, big sis," I replied, feigning hurt.

"I don't care. You better be ready to meet her and get that woman out of there before I lay eyes on her," she declared before abruptly ending the call, leaving me cursing under my breath.

I dropped my phone and stepped into the shower, allowing the hot water to cascade over my body. "Fuck," I hissed, feeling the searing heat against my skin. I turned around, inspecting my reflection to assess the damage.

"Psycho bitch!" I exclaimed, my eyes widening as I took in the multitude of scratch marks she had left on my back. It looked as if a deranged cat had clawed at me relentlessly, leaving behind a series of angry red marks.

Ignoring the pain, I quickly dismissed the thought and focused on getting ready for the "surprise" Alex had mentioned.

I never wanted to be in this position—arranging a fake marriage—but what choice did I have? Elliot, my so-called elder brother, had decided to abdicate his inheritance as the first heir to the throne simply because he fell in love with someone of the same gender, which apparently went against the royal rules.

This was the fucking twenty-foutth century for shit sake. Why have fucked-up rules like that?!

I should have stood my ground and refused, as becoming a damn king was never on my agenda. However, when your father possesses the power to strip away the privileges of being born into royalty, there's little you can do other than comply with their demands.

Elliot had vanished without a trace, and no one could locate him. It was as if he had ceased to exist, and he should consider himself lucky because if I ever laid eyes on him again, I would greet him with a punch to the gut for leaving me in this mess.

Emerging from the shower, I dried my dark, raven hair before returning to the room, gritting my teeth at the sight of my hookup rummaging through my wallet.

So, I also brought a thief, how fun.

"Missing something?" I asked, my voice stern and commanding. She jumped, startled by my tone, causing my wallet to fall to the ground, scattering some of the cash she had stolen.

"Pick up the cash and get the hell out of my room before I call the authorities," I coldly instructed, heading towards the wardrobe to select an outfit.

I heard some shuffling behind me but chose to ignore it, focusing on getting dressed. When I turned around, I noticed she had already managed to put on her clothes.

"So, are you still going to pay me?" she audaciously questioned.

Is this woman serious?

I laughed, unable to contain my disbelief. "Are you messing with me?" I walked towards her slowly, watching as regret washed over her face. "Consider yourself lucky that I didn't summon my guards. You're fortunate that I was raised not to harm women, otherwise," I gripped her hand tightly, causing her to tremble in fear, "you would be dead by now. So, for the last time, pick up the money and get the hell out of here."

I released her hand, making my way back to the bathroom to retrieve my phone. When I returned, she was nowhere to be found, and I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle.

"My prince," Alfred, my butler, entered the room, breaking the silence. "Your sister is here, and she has brought a guest."

"Thank you, Alfred," I acknowledged with a nod as he made a slight bow before exiting the room. I let out a sigh, eager for this encounter to be over. It was important for my father to see that I was committed to taking on the role of the next king. To convey that sense of responsibility, my mother had suggested that I find a bride. It wasn't something I had envisioned for myself, but if it helped convince my father of my readiness, then so be it.

I silently appreciated Alex for taking the initiative to find a bride for me, even though I hadn't expressed my gratitude to her. I knew that if I had attempted to find a bride on my own, it would have been a disaster, just like my last fling who ended up pilfering half of the gold in the castle.

I suspected that Alex must have paid off the bride for me. After all, I only needed her presence for a minimum of three months before I could devise a plan to make my disinterest known to my father.

I opened the door and walked alongside Alfred. "What does she look like?" I inquired, prompting a brief smile to appear on his face before he resumed his usual composed demeanor.

"She's quite a beauty, my prince," he replied, offering no further details. He opened the door to the room where I would meet them, but to my surprise, I found only my sister, engrossed in her phone.

"Where is she?" I asked, my gaze meeting hers as she raised her head, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips.

"So eager, little brother. I thought you didn't want to lay eyes on her," she remarked, gesturing for me to take a seat while crossing her legs.

"What can I say? Alfred mentioned that she's a beauty," I responded, flashing her my most charming smile, which only elicited a scoff in return.

"Don't you dare sleep with this one," Alex warned.

"I promised, remember? You said I shouldn't get too involved with the fake bride," I replied, resting my head back against the seat and letting out a heavy sigh. "Any news on him?" I changed the subject, raising my head to look at her.

"No, I don't know why he's acting like a baby," she responded with a hint of frustration in her voice.

"You can't blame him. Brother hasn't always been the crazy one," I reminded her, my tone tinged with understanding.

"I know. That's why you came into this world, to kill me and mother," she chuckled, a hint of nostalgia in her voice.

I smiled, the memories of our childhood flashing through my mind. "How's Cameron?" I inquired, wanting to divert the conversation to a topic that brought her joy.

Her smile lingered a bit longer at the mention of his name. "He's fine, just tired of hiding, you know," she replied, her voice filled with a mix of love and concern. I nodded, fully understanding the weight she carried. As the only daughter in the royal family, she was expected to marry someone of equal status, but unfortunately, her heart belonged to another.

"Don't worry, we'll figure it out," I reassured her. But just as the words left my lips, the door swung open, causing me to turn and question the audacity of the intruder. However, my words were cut short as my eyes fell upon her.

"Oh, Sarah, join us," Alex said, her voice calm and inviting.

Sarah looked a bit scared, but she mustered the courage to walk towards us. My eyes traveled first to her legs, admiring their slender yet smooth curves. Slowly, my gaze shifted to her body, appreciating how her clothing hugged her figure.

Delicious.

But I tore my eyes away from her body and locked gazes with her. She didn't appear shy or bold, just curious. There was something intriguing about her, something that drew me in.

It seemed that grey could become my new favorite color.

"Sarah, meet my brother Christopher, or Chris for short," Alex introduced us, and I rose from my seat, stretching out my hand.

"You must be the fake bride, Sarah," I couldn't help but smirk, my eyes lingering momentarily on her full lips.

She extended her hand, our fingers brushing against each other. "And you must be the asshole of a brother, Christopher," she retorted, her words making my cock stir slightly at the sound of my name on her lips.

Perhaps, just maybe, I could break this one promise, big sis.