December 17, 2020 at 6:45 pm #1423690
Hello every one this story is not mine but I so much love it its written by lean goddess
BOOK 1 of the Royal Trilogy [UPDATED version of I’m Falling for a Royal Prince]
Folashadé was just a 21-year-old girl when she and her family unexpectedly moved to England. Unwarranted circumstances causes her to have to fend for herself in the unfamiliar city of London, England. However, she runs into an advertisement for a position as the Private Secretary Assistant for the British Royal Family. But unfortunately, she is demoted to a maid position instead at the Windsor Castle, in which England’s Royal Family resides. In desperate need of returning back to America, she takes on the maid position anyway. How hard can it be to tend to the Royal Family? It’s much harder than it seems, especially when there was no mention of the provocative Prince of Wales and his dirty mouth.
All Folashadé wanted was to earn enough money to fly back to New York and start over.
All Vincent wanted was to test his self-control around her.
What happens in the end was the last thing on ONE of their minds.+1December 17, 2020 at 6:50 pm #1423692
Chapter 1: The Broken-Hearted Girl
This is the exact image of how I imagined Shadé when I initially started writing this book!
Anyway, please enjoy the rewrite of I’m Falling For a Royal Prince!
Men weren’t shit.
They’ll put in all this effort to court you, going above and beyond just to take you out, but the moment they’ve gotten used to you… they get bored. They move on and break your f-----g heart with the next b---h. At least that’s what happened with me.
I’ve never been so heartbroken in my entire life; having to see my ex-boyfriend stick his penis into another woman that wasn’t me was far too unbearable. I wanted to throw up when I saw that it was Dr. Richardson, our Calculus professor. I should’ve suspected that he’d do something like this! He went from getting C’s and D’s to getting straight A’s in her class in a matter of two weeks. I mean, math, particularly calculus, wasn’t Jared’s forte. He was more into science since he was planning to go on to med school. And tutors? He always told me they made the course harder than how Dr. Richardson taught. The only teaching method he could ‘understand’ was the free afternoon tutoring sessions he had with Dr. Richardson. It was like a small class on whatever topic you were struggling on, however you had to make an appointment and she’d only take five students at one time. I took her for the same course, but at a different hour, and I even attended these sessions with Jared whenever I didn’t grasp a concept in class. I never would have suspected that he was f-----g our professor behind my back.
I began thinking something was up when I didn’t see him around campus all day. I knew he was there because he usually had two classes back-to-back on Fridays, Calculus being his second class of the day from two to four. Luckily enough, I asked his cousin, Marc, if he’d seen him at all that day.
I was inside the student center, sitting upon the empty steps as I carefully sipped on a caramel macchiato in one hand and my cell phone in the other, expecting a reply from my boyfriend. I had told him earlier to meet me on the steps inside the student center once he gets out of his last class yet; I received nothing. I even sent him a follow-up text asking where he was and still… nothing. He didn’t even read my messages. If it was one thing I knew about Jared, it was that he always had his phone in his hand; always.
I sighed out loud as I moved on to the next app, YouTube. The last thing I watched was a video about how to get the perfect silk press on natural hair. It’s cold and you better believe that I was going to take advantage of New York’s weather and learn how to do a silk press on my own. My hair never stays straight for long unless it’s cold anyway, so might as well try. We were amid finals and Fall graduations, and I would have completed both. Why shouldn’t I reward myself for completing my associate’s degree? I deserved it.
“Hey, Shadé!” Marc’s cheery voice suddenly called from behind me as he made his way down the stairs. I looked over my shoulder and stood up to greet him with an inviting smile. He was good-looking and had the smoothest brown skin I’ve ever seen, but he wasn’t handsome. He wasn’t Jared.
“Hi, Marc. Have you seen your cousin?” I questioned, getting straight to the point. “I know he had class today, but he didn’t text me back since it ended thirty minutes ago,” I added thoughtfully.
“I’ve seen him today,” he confirmed as I felt his gaze trail down the length of my body. “He’s in Dr. Richardson’s office, but he should be out soon. I just came from there with him; we were just going over integrals and shit,” he brushed off.
“Oh,” I pondered, slightly relieved but still irritated that he didn’t bother texting me back. “Okay, say less, thank you,” I added before giving him a quick hug and turning around to head to Dr. Richardson’s office…..
“Hey, Shadé,” he called, catching my attention. I looked over my shoulder. “Good luck,” he smiled wryly. I didn’t know what the hell he was talking about, so I just kept it pushing with a smile of my own. I trod across the campus, quickly maneuvering through the small courtyard to the next building. I just wanted to hurry and find Jared so he can walk me home. As I approached Dr. Richardson’s office, I could hear faint moaning and slight banging.
I walked faster until I reached her door, the source of the sound coming from the other side. I grabbed the doorknob, noticing that it was still unlocked and my pulse began racing. As I slowly opened the door, I peeped into the room and literally felt my heart shatter into God knows how many pieces.
There, leaning on the dark wooden desk, was Dr. Richardson with her sloppy breasts pressed against her desk. Jared was behind her, ramming himself fiercely into her backside as he stayed concentrated on the older woman before him. His pants and boxers were dropped to his ankles, while the skirt she wore today was shoved up to her waist. He abruptly pulled out of her and crouched down, holding her cellulite ass in a tight grasp. I watched in pure disgust as he licked vigorously between her legs.
I kissed this motherfucker! I kissed those grimy ass lips more often than not and this was where his f-----g mouth has been? This is what he’s been doing at these ‘office hours’? I felt like vomiting! It was just disgusting, repulsive, all the f-----g above!
“So you’ve been eating old ass this whole time, huh,” I inquired rhetorically, my voice filled with venomous poison to the brim.
At the sound of my voice, Jared quickly shot up, exposing Dr. Richardson’s bare ass. The sight was too disturbing for me to witness any longer as I turned to power-walk down the long corridor. I could hear the panicked argument between the two sickos while I was halfway down the hall. I could hear the office door burst open, followed by the sound of running footsteps. I didn’t care to turn around to see who the hell it was.
“Shadé, baby, wait,” I heard his bastard ass call after me, along with the squeaking of his sneakers against the corridor’s linoleum floors. He better cut that ‘baby’ shit out before I knock him the f--k out.
I kept furiously walking, even when he caught up to me. He roughly yanked me by my arm to apprehend me. I snatched my arm away from him and glared venomous daggers at his disgusting ass.
“Shut the f--k up! F--k you, I don’t want to hear shit,” I shrieked angrily. “You’re f-----g our professor, you nasty piece of shit,” I shoved him back. “Stay the f--k away from me!”
“No, Jared! Just stop! You couldn’t wait, could you,” I shouted, clenching my fists tightly. “You couldn’t wait for me to be ready, huh?”
“Shadé, it was just for grades,” he tried to explain. As if that shit made it any better. “I’m trying to graduate, babe.”
“For grades? You’re that f-----g stupid in the head that you’d f--k Dr. Richardson? Jared… I’m done. We’re done,” I fumed, holding back my welling tears. I backed up away from him as his broad shoulders sunk. “I really hope you get far in life with that f----d up tactic,” I snarled, my voice full of contempt as I rushed down the stairs, not bothering to take the elevator.
As I pushed through the doors of the mathematics department building, I shakily pulled out my phone and called my brother, Ezra. I prayed that he could pick me up; he knew I couldn’t walk home alone. Being on this campus any longer was going to make me sick to my stomach…..+1December 17, 2020 at 7:22 pm #1423695
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