The Fall of a Proud Princess

Chapter 7- D stands for Divorce

CONRAD

“Hugh, honey.” Dani holds her hair up with a claw clip, “it’s just a dress, I’m pretty sure my life is more valuable.”

She exhales heavily as I tug and tug at the zipper of her dress.

“I’m trying.” I pull but it doesn’t budge since my hands have been shaking since I heard the D-word.

The car ride home was silent because of it too. I mean I was thinking about it but hearing her say it made it sound real.

Like she’s given up entirely on us working it out.

We got home and she rushed to our room, she started fighting the zipper of her dress so I offered to help but my hands won’t stay still.

“Fine, rip it,” her palm presses against her flat stomach. “Just take a knife or scissors or anything sharp and just rip it!”

“But it’s vintage coutre,” I surprise even myself.

To my defence, I grew up with Paris Hilton.

“I am literally about to pass out, so if you don’t—” she's cut off by the sound of me ripping the back of her dress in half.

Its obviously easy because the material though good quality is paper thin since its mesh and easy to tear apart.

She lets out a sigh of relief as I continue to rip it all the way down her bare. She tugs the rest of it down when I stop, revealing her lace black underwear.

Why is that every time I see her topless, she’s always wearing lace underwear?

“Jesus.” I curse when she walks out of it still in her black ‘screw me’ heels.

“Thank you.” Dani has the odesity to bend over and have her ass up in the air.

“Stop,” I have to choke out my words as she picks up her dress and covers her front. “You have been physically killing me all night in that death trap, now you’re just—just not playing fair.”

I walk out of the bathroom, horny and frustrated.

“What are you talking about?” Dani follows me out still in her undies. At least she covered her front part witt the dress.

“What am I—are you kidding? Do you know how it’s like to have the sexiest woman in the room but not be able to touch her?” I snap.

Dani is not only fit but she is down right sexy. Its like she was designed and her half naked would bring any men to his knees, especially the i***t that married her.

“I recall having you touch me a lot tonight.”

“Trust me when I say that was me holding back,” I bite. “If I had it my way, my hand would have never left your body even for a second and my lips would have never left your mouth or neck.”

Her perfume mixed with her scent is like my personal designed form of heroine, mix it with the bubbly, her sexy dress and beautiful face and it was like my greatest pleasure and torture.

I was having one of the best nights of my life today. Dani showed how amazing she could be as a wife if she just let it go and give us a real try but of course she was doing it as a last 'hoorah'.

“I—”

“Would you please put some freaking clothes on!”

I want to hear what she has to say but I can barely focus when she looks like s*x on a stick.

“Don’t shout at me!” She snaps back making her tiny nose wiggle. “You know I hate it when you shout at me.”

“Dani, you’re practically naked.” I motion to her whole body but she just shrugs.

“I’m aware.” She pops her hip, drawing attention to her bare legs.

“You’re awar—are you also aware how horny I am?”

I am a man suffering from blue balls, I have the right to be blunt.

“The boner threatening to pop your pants open is a good hint,” she points at my crotch.

“Great,” I don’t even bother to hide it. “So you’re aware of everything but you just don’t care.”

“No, I’m drunk there’s a difference.” She sits on the bed and extends her leg, “and I need help taking off my shoes.”

“You’re kidding right?”

She’s kidding right?

“No I’m not,” she pouts. “If I do it myself, the cover will drop and personally I don’t care but I have a feeling your pants might bust open at the sight.”

My brows cave in as I deflate, worst part is she’s right. If I see her breasts right now, I don’t think I’ll be able to take it.

“Please.” She actually gives me the puppy dog eyes while our real dog sleeps in the corner.

Without another word, protest or fight I bend down and remove the shoes from her feet. She falls back on our bed as I go to the bathroom to remove my pants and shirt.

Thin long hands snake around my bare abdomen as I brush my teeth. Dani’s face rests on my shoulder as her breast press against my back.

We’re both topless, I’m in my boxers and she’s only in her underwear.

“I don’t mean to provoke you, you know.” She looks at me through the mirror, “I haven’t had anything solid in two days and I think I drank two bottles of champagne in 70minutes.”

“You did,” I rinse my toothbrush and she smiles. “It’s just getting hard,” this is why I need to seriously think about our future.

“I know and we will talk about it when I’m not thinking about climbing you like a tree.” I finally smile.

“Climb? I’m ready to devour you alive.” I stare at her red lipstick stain on my cheek.

My heart nearly burst when she kissed me. I felt like a 5year old who just got noticed by his crush and when she giggled, I swear everyone around us disappeared for a second and all I saw and heard was her.

“If we have s*x and you end up divorcing me, I’ll end up admitted into the loony hospital.” Her accent is thicker when she’s drunk, its even cuter.

I'm about to talk but she moves to the side to reveal her bare breasts and hard pink n*****s making the words melt. My p***s nearly combust in my boxers like she warned as I blink.

When I say her perky, round breasts that would no doubt fit in my mouth are perfect. I mean it in the literal sense, they are the type people paint or sculp.

And I knew she had a glat stomach but she's more toned than I expected, she even has the 11 lines and a dip.

“If you don’t put on a shirt, I’ll be the one getting admitted.” I toss her the black shirt I was wearing tonight.

I continue to brush my teeth as Dani removes her make up and washes her face. I turn on the shower when I see water drip down her chest line and down her flat stomach because even though she's covered, she also looks amaizing and tiny in my clothes.

I don’t get why she spends so much time covered up when she has the sexiest body I have ever seen on anyone, ever.

“You’re showering at this time?” She adds toothpaste to her brush.

“No, Mrs Hilton.” I check the water temperature, “I am jerking off to the image of you and your tits.”

“Funny,” she inserts the brush in her mouth.

“Oh, I’m dead serious.” I get a towel. “I just saw your naked for the first time ever and I will definitely be imagining them, and you as I handle my business.” I drop my boxers and walk in.

I don’t even wait for her to finish brushing her teeth to pump my length because this has been a long time coming.

Pun intended.

“Did you get your release?” I find Dani with wet hair now wearing my Hilton t-shirt.

I’m glad she didn’t choose to wear the silk pj's to bed or I would be taking another shower.

“It took down the blue balls if that’s what you’re asking?” I slip into black Calvin Klein’s and pull off the towel on my lower waist. “Why is your hair wet?”

I know I imagined her the shower with me but could it have possibly happened?

“After 20minutes of hearing you in the shower, I went to find my own release in the guest bathtub.” She wiggles her brows, “the bathtub shower head was a good purchase by the way.”

“Noted,” I lay on my stomach next to her.

She slept in the guest bedroom last night since we’re not allowed to sleep in the same bed. A rule I’m grateful for tonight because I can’t handle her next to me only in a t-shirt.

Especially after seeing her in that dress and then bare.

“This is ridiculous you know, we’re adults and we’re married.” I play with my wedding band.

“We are also in our early 20’s and own two houses.” She lays on her back and faces me.

“So why in the hell are we jerking off like some pre-teens who just saw a naughty movie.” I complain, “we should be—”

“I know.” She reaches for my hand. “Do you still want to knock boots? I’m game if it really means that much to you.”

Trust Dani to make s*x sound like an obligation when it’s basically a need at this point.

“The fact that you’re asking and not jumping me the way I want to jump you even after being in the shower for almost 39minutes is an indication we shouldn't.”

This is all clearly one sided, if only I affected her the way she does me.

“43minutes,” she corrects.,

Great, I’m worse than a porn addict.

“I’m flying to Japan tomorrow,” I pull the pillow under my neck. “I’ll be gone for 3weeks, it will be my last trip for the year.”

“Okay?”

“After that, I’m coming back here and putting in some roots.” I sit up and open the drawer on my bedside table.

After thinking it through, I remove the yellow envelope I had sent over while she was preparing for the fundraiser earlier.

“Roots?” She looks at the thick envelope, “as in permanently living here.”

“Yes. I’m done travelling it’s exhausting.” I put the envelope between us, “they are divorce papers.”

“Oh,” if she has a reaction her face doesn’t let it show.

“If in 3weeks you still want to live in separate houses, still want to sleep in separate beds then I think it’s best you sign them.” I can’t even look at her, “I gave you everything, but you can have a lawyer look at them and—”

“Everything?” She picks up the envelope and pulls out the stack of papers.

“Everything. The houses and—”

“Stop.” She stands and drops the envelope on the bed. “I’ll sign them.”

“You will?”

Why is she not reacting?

“Yeah but I don’t want anything,” she opens her nightstand drawer and shuts it. “I’ll be moving back home so it’ll be pointless to have anything.”

“Home?” Wait she’ll be leaving the country.

“Yes, home” she moves to her vanity and moves a few things around. “Back to the palace, back to my father.”

“Oh,” I leave the bed and walk to her. “You don’t have to—”

“Yes, I do.” She pushes wet hair strands off her face. “We’re getting a divorce Conrad, I’ll have no reason to stay.”

She storms to the bathroom.

“What are you looking for? Maybe I can help.” I lean against the doorway as she opens the counter drawers.

“A pen to sign the papers, I saw one in here somewhere.” She opens the cupboards where we keep the fresh towels.

I doubt the pen is in there.

“Dani we don’t have to sign them now, we can—” I’m cut off by the house phone ringing.

“Can you get that?” She slams the cupboard doors and moves past me to go to the closet, “I have a pen in my bag.”

“Sure,” I pick the ringer up before it wakes up Bruno.

I’m surprised to hear my father’s voice on the other side of the receiver but the news he gives me is the one that surprises me even more.

“I forgot that I left my purse in the guest room but I’ll go get it and—”

“—my grandfather’s in the hospital.” I fall on the side of the bed.

"What?" Her lips part.

“That was my father on the phone and he said he had a heart attack, its not looking good.”

“I’m sorry.” I feel Dani’s hands around me.

I didn’t even see her walk to me.

“What do you need me to do? Tell me what to do.” She cups my face turning me to her.

I look at her beautiful, emerald-green doe-eyes. The way her tiny button nose is red and the only color on her pale and how pouty bow lips look so pale and instantly I drop the phone to wrap my hands around her.

“Hold me.” I bury my face in her neck.

“Of course,” she wraps her hands around,

The next hour I’m basically frozen as Dani moves around the room packing our bags for our trip to Vegas, where my grandfather lives and hospitalized. She even picks out clothes and urges me to dress.

She talks on the phone the entire ride to the airport and even lets me sleep on her lap on the jet ride there. We go straight to hospital from the airport and find my entire family in a low mood.

I don’t need to hear it to know what happened, Nicky crying into Barron’s arms is enough to let me know we were too late.

My grandfather had passed away.