The Fall of a Proud Princess

Chapter 6- My husband's new wife...

DANIELLAH

‘Divorced at 22! Royal Mess.’

‘Kicked out of the Hilton after 2years!’

Those are one of the many headlines I know will be blasted in every newspaper, blog, reporter account and media outlet around the world once Conrad files for divorce.

Worst of all, I’ll be back in my father’s world but cast out by him in private.

“Don’t disgrace the family name.” He warned and yet here I’ll be, divorced at 22.

I know Conrad said he is not sure but if I was him I wouldn’t want to stay in a loveless marriage either. Especially if I have the option to leave which he does.

I’m the one bound to him, the contract was clear.

“What’s the fundraiser for again?” Conrad calls from the bathroom, a toothbrush in his mouth.

I just got home from helping with the preparations for the charity event tonight and I have 90minutes to get ready and do the carpet with my husband probably for the last time.

“Doctors without borders.” I lay his black suit on the bed.

“Do I need to make a speech?” He appears with a towel wrapped around his lower body, still sort of wet.

It’s been almost two years since I last saw Conrad close to naked, while on our honeymoon the man seemed allergic to a shirt so his lean and toned upper body was on display all the time.

I admit I’d sneak a few peeks of him because the V-lines pointing to his groin are the sexiest thing after his back dimples.

That's right, my husband is not only handsome but he also built like a greek god.

I might be strong but I’m not blind and Conrad only covered in a towel is what everyone should see.

I am a second away from drooling as I follow the water droplets that travels down his 6pack as the loose knot on his towel threatens to come apart when he walks to the dresser.

He must have started working out because he is more toned than before which I didn’t even think it was possible.

“Dani?” The only reason I hear him is because Bruno barks at my feet, shaking me out my trance.

“No,” I clear my throat and wipe the side of my mouth just in case. “Your father will give one but we have to buy a minimun of one auction item to show support.”

"Okay," he bicep flexes as he picks out boxers.

“Do you want to wear one tonight?” I pick up two different colored ties.

“Nah, they are only for the office.” He shakes his head and I return them to the closet without sparing him another glance even though I want to.

“There’s something called a glam squad downstairs for you,” Conrad informs when I leave the bathroom in a robe after my shower.

“Good, I’m already running behind.” I remove the towel from my hair.

“They said you told them to do my hair, so what do you think?” He turns to show me his new haircut.

His hair was getting too long so I asked the hairstylist to give him a trim and a little volume but he outdid himself. Its back to medium length that suits his face and though parted in the side and slicked back, some of the bouncy hair strands fall over his forehead.

“It’s perfect.” I give a thumbs up for approvement.

The glam squad is in the kitchen and with Bruno on my lap basically asleep, both the makeup artist and hairstylist make me go from a pale 22year old soon to be divorcee to the hot brunette bombshell I felt like after changing my hair color.

I leave their chair in natural make up and red lips with a touch of fox wing at my request, my hair curled into old Hollywood waves that make me look like a 90’s celebrity.

I tear up when I see myself after the leave since I was too shy to really look at myself when they were done.

I’ve never been into glam but getting my hair and make-up done just lifted up my mood. I didn’t even feel this beautiful on my wedding day and since this might be my last event as a Hilton, I don’t see a better way to go out.

“I thought you were wearing the white cocktail dress.” Emily hands me the vintage Thierry Mugler dress I requested.

“I changed my mind,” I smile as she closes the closet doors.

Arguably, the dress I’m choosing to wear is a little too much for a fundraiser but I’ve been dressing consecutive all my life, even more since I got married as Kai was kind enough to point out.

He compared my clothes to a 60’s 40-year-old suburban housewife, so I got the collection in New York to remind myself I’m young and that my boobs are still perky.

So just like Princess Diana and her iconic revenge black dress the day Prince Charles announced his infidelity, I am going out with a bang.

Conrad is in all black when we walk out. His slim fit pants have a button up shirt tucked into the loopless waist, the black suspenders left to hang at his sides as he ties his shoes.

The theme is, 101 dalmatians which is why I was going to wear white but I think the dress I'm wearing now is a better fit for the night and for his attire.

I am in a blaclk floor length dress with a lace corset top that is so tight and fitted to me, I am basically suffocating. The bottom of the dress is a flowy see-through lace skirt that shows a mini underskirt that exposes my long legs.

For accessories, I leave my neck bare as I have diamond stud earrings on and the matching bracelet. Topping the look off with suede black, pointy toe red bottoms.

“Holy shi—” my husband literally chokes when he looks up. “—I mean…No I mean holy shit.” He stutters making Emily snicker as she leaves.

“You like?” I walk to my vanity to apply perfume.

“You look like pure sin.” He shrugs on his matching jacket.

“Is that a good thing?” I look over my shoulder to find his eyes still on me.

They are so dilated, I only see the black center surrounded by a grey ring. He had a similar look on our wedding day, and a few other times I dressed up but this one seems different somehow.

“Not for me.” He mutters under his breath putting the biggest smile on my face.

This reaction is exactly what I was gunning for because his next wife will not only, not be a princess but she’ll also never be me or look good as I do in this dress.

My smile is almost genuine when we get photographed at the red carpet, the auction goes well and we end up biding on a diamond and natural pearl crown broch I plan on gifting.

I barely eat during dinner because the corset of my dress doesn’t allow expansion for anything but the tons of champagne I drink, which makes my evening more enjoyable.

We mingle with all the guests after dessert and almost everyone compliments me on my dress and Conrad on picking such a catch which sours my mood because little do they do know, he is throwing it back soon.

Drinking on an empty stomach and my pending divorce has somehow made me drunk and giggly so when goosebumps appear on my arm from my chilled drink my husband drapes his jacket around me earning a kiss on the cheek. It leaves a lipstick stain on his cheek.

“Oops,” I giggle biting the strawberry that was on the rim of my glass. “I might have left a mark on you.”

“It’s okay,” he downs his glass. “Wear this dress again and I promise to return the favor.”

I giggle again.

I have so many stars in my eyes, I am tempted to kiss him and I mean really kiss him so he could know how much of a great kisser I am.

“Looking at the way you’re eating that strawberry, I have no doubt that you are a great kisser.” Conrad grabs my hand and moves it to his lip so he bites the fruit off it.

Wait did I say that aloud?

“Yes, you did.” He whispers as the couple next to us sneers.

I bite down my smile but he doesn’t hide his as he drapes his arm over the back of my chair and takes a long sniff of me. When he leans out, he has a drunk look in his eyes similar to a man in a trance.

“I’m having so much fun.”

“I can see that,” Conrad passes me my fresh glass. “Did I mention how absolutely gorgeous and beautiful you look right now?” He looks me in the eye as I sip my drink.

“No Mr. Hilton,” I bat my eyelashes. “I don’t think you have.” He’s actually has been saying it every chance he gets but one more couldn’t hurt, right?

The couple next to us sneer's again when Conrad pulls my chair closer to him and leans in on my ear. I feel his teeth graze the lobe of my ear before the vibrations of his deep voice run down my back.

“You Mrs Daniellah Rose Hilton, princess of Denmark” he growls as I press my lips against my glass no doubt staining it. “Look so f*****g beautiful and so drop dead gorgeous.”

His hand touches my thigh as I feel my pulse rise, possessive Conrad is quickly becoming a favorite for drunk Dani.

“I could literally, EAT YOU.” His teeth nip my ear, sending a ripple effect down my back.

Fuck.

I stare at our reflection on the centerpiece mirror vase and I’m glad to see how innocent this scene looks because I’m having very dirty and indecent thoughts.

We look like a couple in love sharing a few whispers so no one can hear but that couldn’t be further from the truth.

No one can hear my faint breathing or they way my nails are digging into Conrad’s wrist that has the watch and bracelet I got him, he's even wearing the cufflinks.

They don’t see the way my blood pressure increases from his light neck kisses my neck or the way he keeps nipping my ear lobe.

They don’t hear his growl or how despite my grip on him, his hand doesn’t stop drawing circles on my thigh.

Suddenly the 2years without s*x are starting to catch up.

“Mr. Hilton?” I faintly breathe and he hums a “hmm?” while smelling me again.

“We need to dance.”

I place my glass down and he leans out of my neck to give me a look. I raise a brow that earns me a smirk as he grabs the strawberry on my empty glass.

“Do we now?” He bites the fruit so provocatively, I hear the lady on our other side hitch her breath.

“Hmm Mmh.” I stifle my giggle when he smiles at the lady and all color drains from her face.

“Let’s go baby,” he downs his glass and slides off his seat.

I remove his jacket from my shoulders and drape it around the back of my chair, slipping my hand in his extended one. As I grab the strawberry on his glass, I don’t miss how my ring catches the light and practically sparkles.

Even if I did, the gasp of the lady next to us would have let me know.

“I love your dress,” I bite my fruit as Conrad snakes his arms around my lower waist pulling me closer to him.

“Honey, I’ll trade you the dress for your husband and ring.” She winks before adding, “heck, I’ll trade you the dress for your dress as long as it comes with your body.”

Both Conrad and I laugh at that, she's a delight.

Since I have surpassed drunk and I’m wearing a dress that barely let’s air in. Conrad takes the lead as we float on the dance floor in a slow dance.

Eventually all eyes are on us when the orchestra plays La Vie En Rose since it was the song we danced to for our first dance at our wedding. The song my father chose.

I squirm a little under the attention but Conrad doesn’t take his eyes off me the entire time. I doubt he even notices that we are the only one’s dancing and eventually I stop noticing it too.

“Tonight has been surprisingly pleasant.” Conrad closes the car door as cameras flash outside.

They got a few photos of us leaving and getting in the car. We were hand in hand and I was wrapped in his jacket since it was chilly.

“I had to give you one last hoorah!” I reach for the bottle of water in the cup holders.

Even though I like being giggly drunk, it’s definitely not worth the hangover I will surely get if I sleep with this much alcohol in me.

“Hoorah?” He snorts, “your accent makes the words sound different but what do you mean?”

“Before our divorce.” The words taste like glass going down my throat.

"What?" His Adam's apple jumps.

“One last hoorah before we get divorced.” I clarify.