My Billionaire Prince

CHAPTER 1

Tasha's POV

Four weeks earlier

I felt familiar arms wrap around my shoulders and place a kiss on my neck. I recognized that scent anywhere.

Mathew.

“Hey you" He said beside my ear, in his deep, rich voice, his masculine and intoxicating smell of Clive Christian engulfed me.

Mathew was eleven years older than me and by societal standards, he was deemed a bit old for me.

“Where were you? I missed you at the party last night" The Cruise's management always hosted a party every Friday night where everyone was welcome to mingle and have fun. I angled my face towards him and smiled.

“I was too tired yesterday. Lis and I just crashed immediately we hit our rooms last night" I gave him a chaste kiss.

“I missed you too. I thought you wouldn't be up until later considering how hard you must have partied last night" I grin at him.

“I had to see you" He said and kissed me deeply, making my heartbeat increase. With the amount of attention he showered on me, he made it difficult not to fall for him but he made it clear from the onset. He didn't want a relationship.

He wanted something casual and we'd both agreed to no strings attached.

Lisa, my best friend loudly cleared her throat beside us and he released my lips. She laid beside me, sunbathing in hopes for a killer tan. In her words.

“Hey Lisa. How're you doing?” she gave him a cheeky smile.

“I'm good. How are you?”

“A bit drunk honestly. I'm going to steal your friend away for a moment if you don't mind" He pulled me up.

“Oh that's fine. Just stay safe kids" She said as we made our way around her, earning a look from me.

We made our way across throngs of people into the hallway that led to his bedroom.

Mathew opened the door and stepped in after me. He wasted no time before he pounced on me, he crashed his lips on mine and sent us stumbling into his dining area.

“We don't need this” he pushed the dishware off the table, and lifted me onto it before spreading my legs to settle in between them.

“Or this" My underwear was ripped off in one go. “Moan for me" He pushed inside me, drawing a moan out of me.

We go at it for a couple of hours, our moans and groans filled the room and left it with a musky scent. Mathew ensured he took me on literally all surfaces in the room before we eventually settled on his bed.

Tired and burnt out, we laid side by side, the duvet serving as our only source of coverage. His room was huge. Hell, it was a suite

“That was incredible as always. You're amazing" He pulled me closer to plant a kiss on my forehead. I hummed and we settled into a comfortable silence.

“Tell me something about yourself" I broke the silence.

“I'm very rich and bougie” I angled my head towards him at his response.

“You don't say” We shared a laugh.

“What do you want to know?” he asked and began to stroke my hair.

“I don't know… Anything, really. I don't know anything about you" He shifted with me in his arms.

“I told you, I'm a very private person"

True, the man was extremely private. Apart from the bodyguards he had following him about, he wore sunglasses everywhere regardless of whether he was out in the sun or not. I always found it weird.

“You're not into some shady mafia s**t, are you?” I jokingly asked but prayed deep down that he wasn't. It bothered me for some reason.

“What if I was?” He rolled me under him and grinned mischievously at me.

His reply when I onced inquired about his bodyguards and sunglasses fetish was that people of his status needed protection occasionally and he was trying to disguise himself from potential paparazzi. Talk about an inflated ego.

“Well, I suppose I do love a bad boy,” I mused and wrapped my arms around his neck. He laughed.

“I told you. I'm an important person and people like me need protection" He said, maintaining the mischievous glint in his gaze.

“Yeah? From who?”

He slipped his hand under the sheets and cupped me.

“Protection from sweet, beautiful vixens like yourself who are out for me"

He was doing it again. Trying to use s*x against me. He knew the effect he had on me. I got weak in the knees whenever he did that.

“You're cheating ... .S-stop cheating" I force out.

I can try to deny him and maintain my resolve but once his lips touched mine, I was a goner.

He slipped his fingers into me, tearing a moan from me. My eyes closed in pleasure.

“Do you think you can give me another one?” He moved to slide the sheets to the side.

“I don't think I'd survive another round" my resolve weakened.

“Just one more. You can take it" He kissed me and the world disappeared into nothing.

He had me wrapped around him as he pushed into me……and one little sperm swam it's way home.

*****

Two weeks later

“Come on Tasha, we're going to be late" Lisa called out from the bathroom

The vacation was ending in a week and captain had announced some fun activities for everyone to do before the end of the trip she, to make the most out of it, wanted to go kayaking with some group of people.

I on the other hand wasn't feeling too good and although I had promised I would go with her, I wasn't feeling up to it.

She stepped out with her hair tied on top of her head and her hands on her hips in a pair of shorts and a tank top.

“You're still not ready?” She asked and walked up to me to feel my body temperature.

“I don't feel too good Lis, I don't know. I think I might have caught something" I groan.

“You haven't got a fever"

“Yeah, but I haven't been able to keep any food down since yesterday" I replied weakly.

“That's weird" She made her way to her bag she already had ready.

“Maybe you suddenly developed an allergy or it's the environment or…”

She looked at me, her head c****d to the side, as if assessing me for something before it seemed as though a light bulb turned on in her head and she gasped, with her eyes widened.

“You're pregnant!” She exclaimed.

Had she lost her marbles?