The Prince marriage to the Gold Digger

chapter 7. Prince Williams POV

He was busy with his manager and other executive from France that was giving he the details of the project going on there on conference call , when he noticed that mrs Stanton had gone, he got angry, and told his manager to make his talk short as he 've an urgent matter to attend. when they finalised their ten minutes meetings on conference call, and he called his secretary,

"I want all the information of mrs Stanton in my office in next 10 minutes" including her residents address now."

he cut the call but am still angry with her " I'll make sure I teach her the lessons of her life," he said to himself. he checked his schedule for the day , he have two dinner business meeting, one by 5pm and the other 7pm and also a family friend party he called my secretary to reschedule his meetings. he don't want to miss any of this meeting, because of her , it very important to his company and its involve alot of money.

his laptop show message light on the screen, he checked it, it's Mrs Stanton information, his secretary had send it and he opened it and dialled her number

the phone rang twice, he heard her voice

"Mrs Stanton," she answered

"This is Prince Williams," he replied

there was silence for two seconds and she speak again

"what do you want," she demanded

he smile and said calmly

"we have unfinished business....... he began

" It will just have to stay unfinished..... she cut him off immediately " my dog is having puppies and I can't talk you. Good bye, Prince Williams Hilton." she ended the call.

"wow! what a nerves? the little gold digger will know that am not the type to mess with." he murmured to himself. After working for some hours, he checked the time and it was around 4:30, he stood up and took his suite jacket from the stand and left the office.

The dinner meeting with his partner went well smoothly, and all these while his mind was little occupied with the thought of how to deal with the little Gold Digger. he smile to myself just as I realised his new nickname to her, he drove to her house immediately after the party around 9:00, he pressed her door bell waiting for her to open the door. She jerked the door open and he stepped in as if owned the house, without waiting for her to invite him in, closing the door behind him. Then he swung on her and she had a glimpse of his grim, angry face before his expression change abruptly.

he took in her jeans-clad figure, her mane of hair and tear-streaked face, he noticed that she had been crying, looking so beautiful in her young age with her long eye lashes shines with tears and her hair down on her shoulders, this is not the sophisticated lady that came to office this afternoon. he didn't believe it was really her.

"What's wrong?" he asked as he produced a hankerchief and offered it to her.

Without thinking, she took it and scrubbed at her cheeks.

"It.......it's my dog ," she said thinly, and gulped back fresh tears. "I don't think she can have her puppies, and i get a vet on the phone.........."

he frowned. "Your dog is really having puppies?"

For answers, she burst into a fresh flow of tears, hiding her face in the handkerchief he gave to her. Her shoulders shook with force of her sobs and after a moment he slide my his around her waist. and drew her close to my chest

"Don't cry," he murmured. "Where's she? Perhaps I can help. "

she look to he and he knew exactly what's she's thinking. and he smile to her she turned and lead to her kitchen

But despite the incongruity of it, he took off his jacket and slung it over the back of a chair, removed the gold studs from his cuffs and slid them into his pants pocket, then rolled up the sleeve of his white silk shirts.

he squatted on my heels besides Samantha's bed and Ursula knelt next to me, because Samantha was inclined to be snappy with stranger even when she was in the best of moods. she was afraid her dog may harm him, But now the dog did not offer to snap at him, only watched him with pleading, liquid eyes as he ran his hands gently over her swollen body and examined her.

When he had finished, he stroked Samantha's head gently and murmured some Greek word's to her that had a soft sound to them, encouraging her to be strong, then he turned my head to smile reassuringly at her

"Everything seems to be normal. We should see a pup any minute now."

"Really?" she demanded, her excitement spiralling as her fear eased. "Samantha is all right?"

"Yes, you've worried yourself to tears for nothing. Hasn't she had a litter before?"

Ruefully she shook her head, explaining. "I've always kept her in before. But this time she managed to slip away from me and got yourself in this, and well, you know how it goes."

"M'mmm, yes, I know how it goes," he mocked gently. he ran my eyes over her slim build and made her aware that he had a second meaning for his statement. he was a man and he looked on her as a woman, with a woman's uses, and instinctively she withdrew from his masculine appraisals. But despite that, despite everything he had said to her that afternoon, he knew she felt better now that he was here .

Samantha gave a , sharp yelp and Ursula turned anxiously to her dog. he put his arm about her shoulder pulled her against his side so that felt seared by the warmth of his body.

"See, it's beginning," he murmured. "There's the first pup."

Ursula knelt there enthralled, her eyes as wide and wondrous as a child, while Samantha produced five slick, squirming little creatures, which she nudged one by one against the warmth of her belly.

When it became obvious that Samantha had finished at five, when all of the squeaking little things were snuggled against the furry black belly and the dog was lying there in tired contentment,

he got to his feet and drew Ursula to hers, holding her for a moment until the feeling had returned to her numb legs

"Is this the first birth you've witnessed?" he asked, tilting her chin up with his thumb and smiling down into her dazed eyes.

"Yes...... wasn't it marvellous?" She breathed.

"Marvellous," he agreed. The smile faded from his lips and he studied the face that was turned up to him. When he spoke, his voice was low and even.

"Now everything is fine; your tear have dried, and you're a lucky young woman. I came over here determined to shake some manners into you. I advise you not to hang up on me again. Ursula . My temper is"....... here I gave a shrug of his wide shoulder, as if in acceptance of something I could not change......."not clam."

Half-consciously she registered the fact that he had used her given name, and that his tongue had seemed to linger over the syllables, then she impulsively placed her hand on his arm.

"I'm sorry," she apologized warmly. "I wouldn't have done it if I haven't been so worried about Samantha. I was trying to call the vet."

"I realize that now. But at the time I thought you were merely getting rid of me, and very rudely, too. I wasn't in a good mood anyway after you had walked out on me this afternoon. But when I saw you...... his eyes narrowed as he looked her up and down again. "You made me forget my anger."

She stared at him blankly for a moment before she realized that she hadn't any makeup on , her hair was tumbled about her shoulder, and worse than that , she was barefoot! The wonder was that he had even recognized her! he had been geard up to smash a sophisticated woman of the world, and instead he had found a weeping, tousled girl who did not quite reach up to his shoulders. A blush warmed her cheeks.

Nervously she pushed a strand of hair away from her face. "I........umm......I must look a mess," she stammered, and he reached out and touched the streaked gold of her hair, making her forget in midsentence what she had been saying.

"No, you don't look a mess," he assured her absently, watching the hair slide alone his dark fingers. "You look disturbing young, but lovely for all your wet lashes and swollen lids," his black eyes flickered back to her." Have you had your dinner, Jessica?"

"Dinner?" She asked vaguely , before she mentally kicked herself for not being faster than that and assuring him she had indeed already had her meal.

"Yes, dinner," he mocked. "I can see that you haven't. Slip into a dress and I'll take you out for dinner. We still have business to discuss and I think it would be wiser if the discussion did not take place in the privacy of your home.