Player's Princess (A Royal Sports Romance)(93)

She sheds the towel quickly and lies naked on the bed.

"I sleep naked," she informs me.

"Good, so do I."

I hear a voice from the hallway. I'm not sure which Thunder Brother it is. They're harder to tell apart when they're yelling.

"Who used all the hot water?"

I ignore him, wrap my naked princess in my arms, and bury my face in her damp hair. I can't remember ever being this happy. Ana just grins ear to ear, until her eyes grow lidded and she starts to doze off. I watch her fall asleep before I let myself drift off, hugging her tighter to my chest as I do.

When I wake up, the first thing I hear is a playful "Let go."

"No," I tell her and tighten my arms.

"I have to pee," she blurts, and starts laughing.

She finally gets me to let go of her by finding my ticklish spots, right below my navel. I roll over, and she hops up, grabs a long shirt and throws it on, and runs across the hall. The sight of her bare legs and the knowledge that her amazing ass is completely uncovered under the flouncing fabric make me start to harden again.

I groan when I realize we're not alone in the house. I pull on some boxers and lounge pants and get up. What day of the week is this? I've lost track.

There's going to be hell to pay. The entire football team missed a game and flew to a foreign country, for one thing. Also, after checking my phone, I learn that it's now Tuesday and I've skipped most of my classes, as has Ana.

By the time we get dressed, with Ana wearing my sweat clothes instead of anything from her suitcases, all hell has broken loose. Dee has arrived and is in the kitchen with the Thunder Brothers, talking animatedly with them while they cook up a gigantic breakfast for five, which in their case means a breakfast for about sixty people.

"Grandolf is in trouble," Dee sighs. "A lot of trouble."

"Well, she should be." Aheahe shrugs. "Profs can't bang a student."

"She didn't bang me," I growl.

"We know. Calm down." Ana pets my arm in a soothing little gesture and hops up onto a barstool to eat.

"She's probably going to get fired. Oh hey, the new morning edition of Royal Exposé is out."

Ana and I both groan.

"It's about you guys! Sort of."

We all pull out our phones. I almost fall off my stool when I see the headline.

THE PRINCESS'S PLAYER'S BEAU: I'M HAVING THE QUARTERBACK'S BABY!

"I'm going to rip her uterus out," Ana says.

"Wait, read the story."

Ana glances up and huffs, looking down to her phone. I flip through it as she does, my eyes widening with every paragraph.

"There's a picture of her with…." Ana says.

I set my phone down on the counter so I don't crush it in my grip.

Diana Grandolf has been sleeping with Ransom Kaye. Know how I know? Because after the story broke that sent Ana back home and me chasing after her, Ransom sent some selfies to the Expose. And forwarded them some texts. Selfies of him in bed with Grandolf, and texts from her proclaiming her undying love, and that she's pregnant with his kid.

"Holy shit," Akele says, staring at his phone as he almost unconsciously flips pancakes, their undersides perfectly golden-browned. "He put videos on YouTube."

"Oh, let me see," Aheahe booms, stomping over to look.

A second later, Dee joins them.

"I told you guys they were fake," she says excitedly. "They're not even good fakes!"

"Can I save these?" Aheahe asks. "For research purposes."

Akele glares at him.

Ana starts laughing.

"So," Akele says, "she said she was having sex with Jason and she lied, to a newspaper, and she's really boning the quarterback of our hated rival team, and she has fake boobs."

"Yeah," Dee says. "Isn't this great? She is so fired."

Well, there's that.

I don't know what will happen with the football team, or the other things, but I'm eating pancakes with Anastasia Carolien Jacobina Katrien De Vries, Princess of Jyvaslka, Duchess of Karin.

My fiancée.

Ana's phone buzzes. She sighs.

"It's Konstantin," she says. "He's excited to tell me he's putting in his college applications. He's coming to America."

She groans.





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Bonus Book: His Princess





Chapter One





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