Best known to my kingdom as the Rebel Prince - I, Julius Hugh Rexford, III - hold the record as the oldest bachelor crown prince. A record I intended on keeping until my grandfather, Julies Sr., informs me that it’s time for me to take over the throne. There’s just one small problem, to do so - I am required by Royal Decree to marry and produce a male heir.
There’s only one woman I can think of for the job.
Long legs and curves for days, Charlie Wilson has fueled more late nights than I care to admit. Already a vetted member of the Royal staff, I know she can be trusted. And, I know she needs money to finish her college degree - something my family should have already taken care of but failed to.
The way I see it, this is a win-win situation for both of us.
That is until I realize just how easy it is to love her. Guess you could say, I’m royally f*cked.
***This is part one of their story and ends with a HFN but does contain a cliffhanger.***