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

The girlfriend must go

Watching as she walked out the door, something in me told me to stop her. But I pushed it down. She'd been a mistake; this had been a mistake. One set up by my girlfriend, Giselle.

Who the hell in their right mind gives an unsuspecting young woman to their boyfriend for the night as a way to apologize?

A freaking maniac, that's who. If this had been caught on camera and posted in the tabloids my father would have disowned me.

Not that I needed his money anymore.

At thirty I’d made my first million from the company I built from the ground up. Now, at thirty-nine, I was wealthier than my father and his entire little kingdom. Most fathers would have been proud of their sons for such an accomplishment, but my dad? No, he was disappointed that I had refused to join the country's military, like every other second son in our family’s history, generation after generation. I was not first born, I was not the precious Crowned Prince, there for I was to make our family, and country, proud by becoming a General. Which I, most certainly, was not, and never would be.

It was a ridiculously outdated tradition anyways, seeing as how we had no army. At least not a true military force. The times for war had been long over. If I’d joined the military the only thing I would have done would be over seeing the placement of the palace guards, or the scheduling of security for royal family members outings.

*Buzz-Buzz Buzz-Buzz*

Vibrating of a phone on silent brought me from my wondering thoughts. Pulling back the covers and sheets from the bed I noticed two things simultaneously. One, there was a phone I didn't recognize lying at the foot of the bed with the picture of a man lighting up the screen as he tried to call in; and two, there was blood on the sheets.

Shit, this was worse than I thought. Did Giselle even know she'd sent a virgin lamb to the slaughter? Or worse, what if she did know? I had to get rid of her immediately. Sure, she was the most attractive girlfriend I had ever had, and she was amazing in bed, but she was turning out to be the craziest as well.

My dad had called last week asking me to come home and consider taking more of a role in the economic side of running our country. Perhaps I would take him up on his offer and use this as a way to break it off with Giselle. I was honestly afraid if I pissed her off by dumping her over this incident, she'd use it against me and go straight to the press. Unfortunately, I had dug myself quite the grave with my little girlfriend, and I needed to fix things without burying myself right along with her.

Two days later I was on a private plane and leaving for Lenova. I had hesitated for all of a moment, wondering if I should find her, Julianna. But that was ridiculous. We didn’t know each other and for all I knew she wanted nothing to do with me.

When the plane landed my sister, Charlotte, was waiting for me with a car and the biggest smile. As soon as my feet were back on pavement, she was throwing herself into my arms, her own wrapping around my neck.

"James! I'm so glad you are home!" Charlotte squealed in my ear, making it ring momentarily.

"Yes, yes, it's not as if I have returned from war Charlotte, I've simply been away on business." I muttered to her, peeling her arms from around my person and setting her firmly back on her feet. Her big blue eyes were looking up at me sadly, a pretty pout on her lips. I rolled my eyes in response and placed my hand on her elbow, leading her towards the car that was waiting to take us home. Home. I guess I missed this place more then I realized. "Now now, none of that. Those eyes have not worked on me since you were fifteen." I scolded her, refusing to look at her incase my amusement shown in my eyes.

"Not true!" She giggled, acting as if she were in fact still fifteen, instead of my twenty-one-year-old baby sister. "Remember 2 years ago at Christmas? You gave me whiskey even though I was not of age. Mother was rather furious with you"

"Oh god, I cannot believe you brought that up." I groaned, closing my eyes and throwing my head back in exasperation. "That had been an honest mistake."

"Oh really? How so?" She quipped back, raising an eyebrow in question, an amused tilt to her lips.

"I thought you were Hannah." I answered, shrugging my shoulders as if that made all the sense in the world.

"Hannah?! She's 2 years younger than me you dolt!" Charlotte fumed, striking me on the arm with the back of her hand.

"Hey you little minx! No hitting, it is unfair when I am not allowed to defend myself." I glanced nervously at the people I saw running towards us, cameras in hand. "Last thing I need is pictures of me hitting the country's darling princess, even if she deserves it."

"Oh, a photo op! Come now, Jamie, put your arm around my shoulder and wave politely, a smile on your face. If you give them a decent photo, they are more likely to leave you alone." Charlotte was already playing her part and playing it well. One hand on her hip and the other waving in soft circles near her face as she smiled brightly at the paparazzi.

"I told you to never call me by that damned nickname, I cannot stand it." I mumbled as I did as she said, putting an arm around her shoulders and bringing her in close, waving with my other hand and giving my most charming smile.

"And I told you not to be gone too long. Looks like we both do things the other does not like." I burst out laughing at her audacity before guiding her back to the car and helping her in. In just a few moments my bags were loaded in the trunk, and we were headed to the castle.

"How has father been lately? Calm?" I peeled my leather gloves from my hands a finger at a time, looking out the window and staring at the gorgeous scenery around us. I used to love coming home. Lenova was so beautiful no matter what season you visited. Just stepping off the plane and breathing in the scent that was special only to this place had put me at ease over ending things with Giselle. It didn’t manage to wipe Julianna’s face from my mind though.

"He has been father." Charlotte answered vaguely, when I looked over at her she had her phone in her hand fingers scrolling across the screen. If I had to guess she was posting to one of her many social media platforms. Being a princess tended to make you very popular on things like f*******: and i********:. Her title mixed with her beauty made Charlotte very popular indeed.

"What do you mean? I need to know what I am walking into Charlotte." I implored again. If father was in a mood, then I would avoid him until he was calmed down again. He was the definition of 'don't poke the bear' because he turned into a big ugly grizzly any time you upset him, and I’d upset him plenty over the years.

"I mean he's father, you remember what he's like... imagine that but with age." This time she looked up at me and I saw the flash of anxiousness in her eyes that she quickly tried to hide. I didn't know what was going on at home, but I'd find out soon. Something told me I wouldn't like the answers I was about to get.