The Prince's Pregnant Challenge(7)

By: Leslie North

“Why is it that you are sitting alone?”

“I like it that way.”

Jean Pierre took Liane's glass and sipped her champagne. Her mouth hung open, as she stared at him in disbelief. First, he took her horse and now he was snatching her champagne glass from her.

“Close your mouth dear, it is not pretty,” Jean Pierre said before he took another large sip and handed her an almost empty glass. He walked off leaving her speechless. Liane threw the glass on the floor shattering it. His arrogance made her temperature rise. She groaned as she stood up and went to find Tracey.


She finally found her talking with one of the guests who was dressed in a well-tailored suit. Tracey rubbed his arm as she laughed at a joke that was not even funny. Liane shook her head.

“I need to speak with you,” Liane said to Tracey.

“Now?” Tracey asked.

Liane looked at the man Tracey was speaking to. “I will only be a minute. Please do not go anywhere, I promise to return her to you,” she said to him and dragged Tracey away.

“What is it?” Tracey asked.

“How long are we going to stay here?” Liane asked.

Tracey narrowed her gaze at her. “What happened?”

“Jean Pierre happened.”

“He's here?” Tracey was immediately filled with excitement.

“Yes, unfortunately.”

“Fine, just let me get this man's number,” Tracey said and returned to him. Liane took another champagne glass and went inside the building to wander around while she waited for her friend.

She found a secluded spot with no one around and more importantly, no cameras. She decided to sit down and put her feet up. She pulled out her phone and ended up playing games. She was bored out of her mind and simply wanted to go home. Hearing footsteps, she looked up to see Jean Pierre approaching her. “Are you everywhere?” she asked as she stood up.

“Why the hostility?” he asked.

“Never mind, I was just leaving.”

Liane was about to walk off, but he blocked her path. He could not figure out why she hated him so much. Most women were dying to be with him. So what was with her? They stood there for a moment looking at each other. “You are in my way,” Liane said to him.

“What is it about me that angers you so much?” he asked.

“The fact that I am trying to leave and you are in my way, for one. Your arrogance for another. The fact that you take without asking and assume that it will be ok. The way people fall all over you and you let them. You’re infuriating.” Liane’s voice trailed off. She hadn’t meant to go off on him like that, but he seemed to bring out the worst in her.

He did not respond to her, as they stood there looking at each other. His grey gaze was so intense that she started feeling uncomfortable.

“I need to go,” she said. She had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach.

“Then go,” he replied. He took in her soft features. She really was very pretty, especially with her hair down. He could understand why his cousin found her attractive. With her heels on, the top of her head reached his nose and he found that he liked her height. Most of the women he dated were considerably shorter than he was.

“You are in my way,” this time her tone was much softer. Jean Pierre focused on her lips as she spoke. He suddenly wanted to kiss them. She is your cousin's fiancée, a voice screamed inside his head but he found himself lowering his head and pressing a kiss to her lips. They were so soft and inviting that he couldn’t resist kissing her. Liane pulled back and slapped him.

He blinked a few times as he rubbed his cheek. Well, that was a first for him. No woman had ever slapped him before and it really stung. Glaring at him, she was too shocked to speak. What was he doing? He had no business kissing her but his lips felt good. Really good. She couldn’t believe that she was thinking about kissing him. That she wanted to kiss him. She grabbed his face and pulled him closer to her as she kissed him back. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against him as he deepened the kiss.

“We should not be doing this,” Liane said between breaths.

“I know,” Jean Pierre replied but they carried on kissing as he caressed her back.

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