221 Cedric
I just stared at her.
The words hung between us like smoke I couldn’t clear from my head. ‘I want you to make me your s*x toy.’
This spoiled little princess, the daughter of the King had just sat across from me in a public café and offered herself like that. My brain refused to process it at first. Then a low, disbelieving laugh escaped me.
Gwen frowned, clearly offended. “Is that all you have to say?”
I leaned back in my chair, still trying to make sense of the last ten minutes. “What do you expect me to say? This is…confusing as hell. Why me? Why not go find some rich prince or whatever blue-blooded bastard you people usually entertain?”
She didn’t even flinch. “Because I saw you in the manager’s office,” she said, voice dropping. “I saw the way you were f*****g her. Th
