One Night Stand with a Prince: Oops! I Had His Baby!

Time to accept responsibility

"Do you see what that pathetic excuse of a girlfriend of yours did this time?" Father was yelling at me, his chubby face flushed with anger as he stalked towards me with a newspaper in hand. I assumed it would list whatever atrocity Giselle, my ex-girlfriend I might add, had done to get herself into the tabloids this time.

"Hello father, nice to see you again, I have missed our chats so very much." My dry tone and polite smile had the desired effect, my father blustering and stuttering over what he was wanting to scream at me next. That vein in his forehead started throbbing and I c*ucked an eyebrow at him as I set my gloves and jacket in the outstretched hands of one of the footmen by the front entrance of our ancestral home, Lenova's royal castle. "I am unsure why we could not meet in your study, or even the library? Is there a particular reason you want half the staff to see you attempt to take me down a peg?"

"You good for nothing son of a-" Father was advancing on me while he attempted to curse me, but there was one insult in particular I wouldn't condone.

"Oh now Father, watch it. You may attempt to call me any name you would like, but do not finish that sentence if it in any way disparages my mother." The king looked as if I poured ice water on his head as he took a deep, shaky breath, continuing to glare at me.

"Your girlfriend-"

"Ex-girlfriend father." I added, speaking over him.

"Yes, thank you, your ex-girlfriend has decided to show up to her Milan fashion show drunker then a-" I saw the moment it clicked, his blustering coming to a halt as he eyed me suspiciously. "When did you end things?"

"Two days ago, father, it is probably why she went to the show drunker than a... what was it you were going to say?" I asked as I walked past him, towards the formal receiving area. This is where we kept some of the best liquor in the castle, to impress foreign dignitaries and diplomats. My father may be the biggest ass hole I'd ever had the displeasure of knowing, but he knew his liquor.

"Well then, I'll get Phillip on fixing the problem immediately." Father said as he began to calm down, rolling the tabloid up and tossing it to another footman before joining me in the formal receiving room. "Now on to other news, I need you to look over the kingdom's finance's, I suspect the bank has been less than honest with our financial advisors." He stepped up beside me, grabbing a crystal tumbler of his own and pouring himself two fingers of whiskey. I myself was more of a vodka man and poured myself half a glass of a fine Russian vodka father had been gifted last year.

"Unless it is the advisor who is being less than honest, correct father?" I took my glass and made to walk from the room only to be stopped by my father’s disapproving grunt. Turning towards him once more, I raised an eyebrow in question and tilted my head slightly, watching him as he swirled his amber liquid in the crystal and gazed at me with disapproval clear in gaze. "What have I done now, father?" I asked in exasperation.

"Do you want a list or just the biggest grievance I have for the moment?" He grumbled, lifting his glass to his lips and taking a swig.

"Oh, by all means, please give me a list, how can I possibly correct my behavior if you keep your grievances to yourself? I only aim to serve father." If the words themselves weren't enough for him to know I was mocking him, the heavy sarcasm I used would clue him in.

"You are an arrogant, immature, spoiled, bloody prick! Do you know that?" Father yelled at me as I turned and quit the room.

"How could I possibly forget? You've said the same thing my entire life." I grumbled under my breath. Anytime I did something he didn't like I was arrogant, or immature. When I'd opened my first company, I'd been arrogant for thinking I could make it on my own and immature for even contemplating I'd succeed without him. When I made my first million, he said I was spoiled and the family name is what had helped, despite having refused to put my name with the company until after the first billion hit my accounts.

I was not the Crowned Prince, there for my entire life should have been lived to support my elder brother and to hell with ever having a life outside of this family. I didn't know why I even came back; I knew he hadn't changed. I knew he'd never change.

"Brother, welcome home. It's good to see you again." And there was the voice of the reason I was home. Turning to face my brother as he walked out of the dining room I smiled at my older sibling and moved forward to wrap him in a bear hug, patting his back as I did so. As we pulled apart, I noted the circles under his eyes, matching my own, and grinned at him.

"Look at those dark circles, and those wrinkles! You are only eleven months my senior, brother, and yet you look so much older! I guess preparing to rule takes as much of a toll on the body as actually ruling does!" I laughed as my brother, Michael, rolled his eyes and playfully punched me in the shoulder before falling into step beside me, making our way up the grand staircase together.

"You do not have much room to talk, there are dark circles under your eyes as well my brother." He joked, nodding to a young maid who had dropped into a curtsy. I thanked God above every day that I was a second son. Old traditions said that anyone below family status must bow to the Crowned Prince and the King and Queen every time you encountered them. Which meant my brother spent a good majority of his time trying to convince people not to bow and scrape or nodding for them to stand. It had to be exhausting and I knew Michael planned on changing the law as soon as he was crowned King.

"Yes, but mine are from making another few hundred million dollars, what are yours from?" I raised a brow at him, laughing when him. As we quieted, Michael reached up to rub the back of his neck nervously.

"That's true... mine are just from trying to prevent our father from going to war." Michael seemed drained and I frowned as I watched him. My once happy and carefree brother was being dragged down under the weight of the title now on his shoulders.

"War? At this day and age? We don’t even have an army. We’d be slaughtered." I observed, knowing it would be an insane thing to do, but also knowing just how unstable our father was.

"A war of commerce." Michael sighed.

"Oh my, that is worse." I stated, letting out a low whistle as we entered the second level of our home and began through one of the many halls housing old family portraits of past monarchs on its walls.

"Yes, it very much is. He refuses to sign a trade deal with the USA."

"Importing or exporting?" I asked him as we rounded a corner and began down another corridor lined with portraits of royal families through the centuries.

"Both, but mainly exports. We need to start exporting goods, specifically our honey." Of course he wanted to export the honey, it only underwent one of the most rigorous export and import procedures of edible goods. It would be a legal nightmare to get approved and we'd have to watch shipping to make sure other countries didn't try to sneak their own contaminated honey into our batches. But I also knew why he was thinking honey.

Our mountains were home of one of the most beautiful, and sweetest nectar producing flowers in the world. The Lenova Apple Blossom, which unlike its name suggests, did not in fact produce apples. Just a beautiful flower whose blossoms looked like juicy red apples. Their nectar, that our honeybees collected, produced the sweetest honey in the world. If we could produce enough to truly start production and exports, it would be just what the country needed to re-fill the coffers and get dad off my back.

"Okay. I'm with you." I stated simply as we came to the hall housing the royal family, the guards at the entrance of the hallway bowed to the two of us as we walked past.

"Really? I mean, I had hopped you would be ready and willing to help me get this under way, but I was worried you would see what a challenge it would be and decide it was not worth your time." Michael was rubbing the back of his neck, I assumed trying to relieve tension.

"Why don't you get a massage? Just because you have a kingdom literally on your shoulders does not mean you have to feel like it, you are not Atlas." My hand landed on his shoulder giving him a gentle squeeze as I observed the worry lines and exhaustion written across his face. "You are too young to be this stressed out. Put the world down for a moment and take care of yourself... because you know what happens if you work yourself into an early grave?" As my brother lifted a brow in question I grinned before shaking him. "I take over the throne, that is what! And we both know that is not an ideal situation!"

Me and my brother laughed together before parting ways and promising to get together again soon to discuss the trade deal we would need to put together and present to the United States of America. After a quick shower and another glass of the vodka I’d had brought up, I reclined on the bed and flicked on the television. But I couldn't focus on it, her face flashing through my mind again, tears in her big brown eyes as she told me her name and walked out of the room... out of my life.

I had dreamed of that evening each night since. That night I’d been drinking, my senses and judgment had been off. I'd never questioned why my girlfriends’ breasts and ass had felt fuller in my hands, why she'd been softer and more giving then normal. Even through my fuzzy memoires I could remember the way she'd reacted, her soft breathy moans filling my ears as I'd trailed kiss down her neck and breasts, leaving my mark on her body over and over.

F*uck! Jumping off the bed I headed back to the bathroom, to take care of the new problem I had... one I'd had each morning I'd woken up after having her in my arms all through my dreams. I needed to find a f*ck buddy soon or I'd be spending a lot of time in the shower. All thanks to a pair of big brown eyes, lush lips and dark blonde hair I wanted to feel wrapped around me again.

********SIX MONTHS LATER********

"I think the system will work well." Michael was saying as we walked out of the factory warehouse still under construction, where the honey would be refined and bottled for shipment. I had to agree, everything was coming together much faster than we'd expected. Of course, money helped put fires under most people’s butts, and the massive 'loan' I'd given Michael to get this project of his going gave him more than enough to get it off the ground quickly.

The trade deal hadn't been presented yet, but we were hoping to have it finished being officially written up so we could approach the government about a meeting. But even if we didn't get the trade deal any time soon, or at all, we could sell the honey in our own country, and with how high our tourist industry was during the winter months with skiers and 'fairy tale' weddings, we would be able to make a tidy profit just from selling to tourists. Nowhere near as much as if we were able to sell to other countries, but it would be a start.

"Thank you again for everything James, you truly went above and beyond. I mean, the loan alone was enough, but to design the fields, harvesting procedures and production, you've truly been a godsend." Michael said, patting me on the shoulder again, he'd been thanking me for months now, and it was starting to get under my skin. I’d helped so much because I love this country, my country, just as much as he does, and I wanted it to thrive. I felt as if everyone found my help surprising.

"No thanks is needed, really... please stop thanking me." I mumbled, adding a soft laugh at the end when I saw his eyes flash with concern. I often forgot just how observant my big brother was. Taking the hardhat from my head and handing it to the building manager who was following us, I brushed my fingers through my hair to right it and started walking backwards, trying to get away from my brother and his overly watchful gaze. "Anyways, I better head back to the castle and check on Jefferson, I want those documents finalized within the next few months so I can head to the states, I still have my own companies to manage and it's getting harder doing it so far away."

Michael waved at me before I turned my back on him and sauntered to the black sedan that was waiting on me. The driver hopped out and had the door open for me to slide in before I reached the vehicle, once inside he shut the door and scurried around to the driver side, hoping in and turning the vehicle back towards the castle. Three months and we'd have a deal ready to present, and I'd be back in the states so I could care for my babies properly. My companies were my babies, seeing as how it looked unlikely that I would ever find a meaningful human relationship of my own to see to completion. And my father would have a stroke if I had a child out of wed lock.

Glancing out the window to enjoy the scenery, I found us passing a school right at recess. Children of all ages were running around the play yard and honestly, the sight had my heart aching. I had always thought that by my age I would have a wife and children, but every woman I attempted to build it with ended up being gold diggers or insane, often a mixture of the two.

Maybe I should hire one of those exclusive dating clubs to find me a girlfriend to possibly make my wife one day. I wasn't getting any younger, and while I didn't have a biological clock ticking, I didn't want a huge age gap between me and my wife.

Her face flashed through my mind again. That happened a lot these days. It had been over 6 months and I still thought of her every day. I didn't know anything about her, besides her name, and there were hundreds of women with her name on f*******:, more on google. I was constantly wishing I hadn't left her cell phone with the front desk at the hotel. I swore to myself that when I went back to the USA I would look for her... I checked my accounts constantly and knew she'd never cashed the check, which most likely added to my obsession with her.

But I had to see her again.