Royally Filthy – Risque Royals Read Online M.K. Moore

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Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
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Sandrine is calling. It’s six in the morning, so this must be important.

“Oh shit,” Ashlee says. I look over at her and see her looking down at her phone.

“Yes?” I say, answering the phone.

“Good morning, Your Majesty. Turn on the news, any station.”

“Thank you.” After hanging up, I grab the tv remote and turn it on.

“King George of Uskia and Stacee Beaufort-Lord have been spotted having a very public affair in a hotel elevator in New York City. The pair is being dubbed royally filthy by the press. There is a video leaked on the internet. It seems the king and the actress have no shame at all.”

“Merde,” I look over at Ashlee. She’s ashen. Her phone rings again, and this time she answers it.

“What the fuck is going on Ashlee?” a female voice shouts as soon as the video call connects.

“I… don’t know, Court. I’ll fix this, I promise.

“Why does the world think I’m cheating on my husband in New York with a king yet I’m on location with said husband in Romania.”

“Did you fuck a king?”

“Courtnee, please.”

“Are you fucking him now? You’re naked. You do know that don’t you?”

“Shit. Sorry,” Ashlee says, looking around the room for something to cover herself with. I grab my robe off the back of the chair in the corner and cross the room to her. I help her into it.

“Oh my God.”

“Ashleeeeee.”

“Sisters, this is George.”

“George!”

“Nice to meet you, ladies.” I say, smiling even though I’m ready to murder the hotel staff.

“This is Courtnee,” she says, gesturing to the girl on the top of the phone. “And this is Stacee.”

“You know, the sister you’re supposedly fucking?”

“Right.” As if I’d do that. They may look similar, but Ashlee is gorgeous. Something about her sets her above the other two, at least in my eyes.

“Stacee, I’m so sorry. I don’t know how this happened. Okay, I do know, but I’m still sorry. I will fix this, I promise.”

“You’ll need to have a press conference, and then I’ll issue a statement stating it wasn’t me.” Ashlee starts to giggle uncontrollably. I can tell she’s nervous and anxious, about to come out of her skin.

“Calm down, Ash,” Courtnee says in a soothing tone.

“I will. This is just crazy,” she says.

“Ashlee isn’t to blame here. My security detail was supposed to insure there was no recording of what happened in that elevator.”

“Oh, we can see what happened in that elevator. Your vagina is on the internet, Ash. Your vagina. Not to mention a king’s penis penetrating you. It’s been out for less than twenty minutes, yet it already has close to a million views. You are most defianely going to break the internet. ”

“Oh. My. God,” Ashlee moans. I can tell she’s close to tears.

“This will be fixed. Rest assured, ladies. Ashlee needs to sleep now.”

“Of course, Your Highness,” Stacee says.

“It’s Majesty,” Ashlee says, making me smile.

“What?” Stacee asks in confusion.

“In Uskia, Highness is used for the prince, princess, or a dowager queen. Majesty is reserved solely for the king and his reigning queen.”

“Why do you know that?” Courtnee asks.

“Don’t ask,” Ashlee says, and it’s my turn to laugh.

“Have a good night ladies.” I reach for her phone and end the call before tossing it on the table.

“What are we going to do?” she asks, sounding so fucking sad. I’d do anything to take that sadness away from her.

I’ll fix this no matter what I have to do.

Chapter Four

Ashlee

“What are we going to do?” I ask, dying on the inside. His mother and grandmother are going to see this video. The video of their baby boy fucking me like a dockside hooker in an elevator. We were so base; we couldn’t even wait to get inside the room. It’s mortifying, but I still can’t bring myself to regret what we did. “You need to call your mother.”

“My mother?” he asks.

“She’s gonna see that. She can’t see that. You were inside of me. Oh, My God, was there sound? No mother needs to see that or hear what we said to each other.”

“Of course, you’re right. That’s mortifying. Let’s get dressed and we’ll face this head on. Sandrine will set up the call and I’ll introduce you.”

“Okay, but maybe I should just go home. I feel like I’ve messed up your life.”

“You have messed up a damn thing,” he says, coming closer to me. He gathers me into his arms and presses a kiss on my forehead. Why is that so heart-meltingly hot? The hotel will be swarmed with the press. We should address them, and then we’ll go to Uskia.

“What? Uskia?”

“We’ll need to have our reception there, but we’ll marry here. Today if possible.”

“Marry?” I ask, sounding like a freaking parrot.

“Of course. That was always going to happen, but we must speed up the timetable.”

“Why?” I ask, confused.

“My people are surprising… religious.”



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