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Voila Magic!

Pairing: Kun x Fem Reader

Genre: Smut, fluff, fated lovers, strangers to lovers

Warnings: Minors DNI, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap folks!), first date sex.

Summary: After You and your friends miss your flight back home you decide to spend your extra day in Vegas doing a little sight seeing, but when a peculiar stand attracts your attention you find yourself in a small magic show off the Vegas strip. (leave me alone I tried. Y’all know I hate summaries lol!) I didn’t intend for this to be this long but Kun, I- ...Dah welp!🤷🏾‍♀️ Word count: 5798

It’s kind of proofed but also I was a lil tipsy when I did it so.... yea.

Oh come on! It's not that bad; so what we missed our flight, at least we were all able to book our rooms another night and we're in Vegas! Let's have one last hoorah before Tiffany jumps the broom next week!

You rolled your eyes at your friend, annoyance oozing from your pores at their statement. "Tiffany's not even here; she was able to make her flight unlike us."

"Sorry for enjoying sin city."

"Oh was that his name?” Your other friend laughed, breaking the tension.

You sighed, and laid back on your friend's bed. " I guess the silver lining is at least now I can see the things I wanted to."

"Uggghhh you mean the boring things don't you? Do we really have to waste our extra night in Vegas doing those kinds of things?"

You sat up with a smirk, "Absolutely not because You're not invited!" You got up to make your grand exit, dodging the pillow she chucked at you on your way out the door of her room.

Trying to make the most of your last day in Vegas you planned out your whole day, ALONE. It wasn't that you didn't love your friends but 4 days straight of partying was enough, today you had a mani-pedi booked, brunch at a tea house and a little shopping to do before picking what show you planned to see this evening.

There was no shortage of entertaining messages in the group chat between you and your friends.

🎭: can you believe she ditched us to go to exhibits and shows?!!! It's Vegas! You're supposed to party!

👰: this is probably why she ditched you both.

🍒 : I like to believe that I had very little to do with her decision to fly solo today.

🎭: wooooow! Traitor.

🥱: lol!

🥱: da fuck?! Why is my cat emoji now the yawn emoji?

🎭: Because you're boring.

👰: 🤣

🍒: 💀

🥱: I would be upset if I wasn't enjoying my day so much ... you ass.

You shook your head, laughing to yourself, as you admired the shimmering rose gold color on your toes. You'd considered getting your nails done in the same color but the wedding was only a week away so you decided to get French tips instead, as requested by the bride. As you exited the salon into the upscale surroundings of the shops inside the hotel, you took notice of a small stand, so small if it hadn't been for the colors you'd have easily overlooked it. Seemingly out of place with It's bold black color and red trim accompanied by pure white text that simply read "Voila!" Before you knew it your feet were moving in the direction of that oddly placed little stand almost on their own. Now standing before the little stand, you reached out to pick up the only thing displayed on it, a flyer.

"Voila Magic! shop & show." You giggled a bit thinking about how there were promoters of every kind lining the streets of the strip and yet it was a simple stand, with a simple flyer that stood out in the oddest way amongst all the flashy, lavish shops surrounding it that captured your interest. You took the flyer with you folding it in half and tucking it in your purse before continuing on your way to do a little shopping.

As the day went on you didn't regret one second of your alone time especially when the "wish you were here" message came through your phone with a photo attached, and of course it was a photo of your wonderful friends in a pool with 2 attractive men, nothing shocking there. They had made it their goal to conquer any hot guy that crossed their path. You took a little while to send a reply, not because you had to think of what to say, but because someone in the background of their photo had caught your attention, much like the odd little stand had not too long ago. You couldn't see his face, but his vibrant red hair and well sculpted shoulders had garnered more of your attention from the background of a photo than anyone had since the trip began.

You typed a quick reply, “The strawberry in the back?” and hit send waiting briefly for a response. It didn’t take long to get one.

“HE’S SO HOT! But he’s not with our guys.” 🙁

You sent a simple response, “Unfortunate” before continuing on with your shopping.

This was the way you preferred to enjoy “sin city”, spas, shopping and now a five star lunch. It wasn't at the Tea House like you had wanted, but you were in no mood to wait an hour to be seated and this place looked promising. You sipped your cocktail on the restaurant's patio while you waited for your food, the red umbrella sticking out of the drink sent your mind racing back to the handsome stranger with the red hair in the background of the photo. Sure you'd never seen his face but you figured he had to be handsome, who would dye their hair such an attention grabbing color if they didn't have anything to show off? It also helped that your friend confirmed your suspicion. The voice of the waiter speaking to you as he placed your food on the table is what pulled you from your thoughts. You quickly thanked him and began to eat, wondering why it seemed so hard for you to shake thoughts of a man whose face you couldn't see, and you'd never meet from your mind. The flyer you'd kept from the curious little stand fell to the table, once again grabbing your interest as you took out you wallet to pay for your meal.

"A magic show?!" Your friend yelled from the other end of the call you were currently on as you got ready to head out for the evening.

"You're seriously not going to hang with us at all today?!"

"Well the two of you could always come with me."

"Pass" They replied in unison.

"Your show starts pretty early, just meet up with us after. I just sent you the address."

You groaned at the location but agreed to meet your friends at the club after your show was done anyway.

You had no idea why but there was an almost electric feeling in the air as you made your way down the aisle of the small theater to locate your seat. Your heart raced wildly, adrenaline surging through your veins as the rest of the crowd filed in. You were almost overwhelmingly excited, although you weren't exactly sure why. Maybe it was all the time you'd spent as a child attempting to pull a rabbit out of a hat or master a card trick, whatever it was, you felt like it was meant for you to be there in that moment.

The lights went dark and a booming voice came from the shadows of the stage. The atmosphere buzzed with excitement from the crowd as a spotlight illuminated the magician at the center. You, along with the rest of the audience were enthralled by the showmanship of the magician and you thought for a moment that if your friends had taken you up on your offer they'd have enjoyed the experience too. Oh well, their loss. All too soon the show was over, but not before the magician performed one last trick, seeming to make a door to the magic shop that was advertised on the flyer appear out of nowhere. Cautiously you followed the lights along the floor of the theater to the entrance of the shop.Inside, your curiosity was set free as you walked the aisles of the shop that was much bigger than the theater, your inner child was absolutely elated. You moved further to the back of the shop finding an area filled with books and miniature dioramas of magicians on stage performing different tricks.

The warm lighting and the aesthetic of the shop called to you, begging you to indulge in a few well angled selfies for social media. You took a quick glance around to be sure there wasn't anyone around to see you be "that person", satisfied that you were alone in the area you snapped a couple selfies. Pleased with the outcome you continued to explore, stopping to admire the knickknacks and beginner friendly magic kits that filled the spaces of the bookshelves around you. You ran your fingers along the edge as you made your way through the aisles, only stopping when a book bearing a title that was almost exact to the name of the show caught your eye. "VOILA! And That's Magic" you felt the need to buy it, even if it was for nothing else but to have a physical reminder of tonight's enchantment. You reached out to remove the book and were startled when you were met with an eye looking back at you.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He laughed.

"It's ok, I just wasn't expecting to move a book and see an eye."

"That's fair, the odds that two people would remove two different books, on opposite sides of a bookshelf, at almost the same time, from the same spot, have to be pretty low."

You laughed at his statement but agreed with his assumption.

"Beautiful"

The single word caught you by surprise.

"Huh?"

"Beautiful, you're beautiful." The first part of his statement comes out a lot more confident than the last.

You couldn't help but to laugh at his sudden admission. "How would you know? You can just barely see half of my face."

You watched as he slowly tapped under his eye, reminding you of the gems you had used to add a little something extra to your eye makeup tonight.

"Your makeup. I recognize the eye makeup of the woman that sat two rows down from me, that's how I know you're beautiful."

You stood there speechless at his words, trying to think of what to say in response. Clearly malfunctioning, your lack of a timely response made the stranger behind the bookshelf feel like he may have creeped you out.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to come off weird or anything. I'll let you continue." And as he stepped away you caught a glimpse of bright red hair and felt your heart begin to race.

"Wait!"

Almost immediately he was back at the narrow opening in the bookshelf.

You narrowed your eye at him.

"Were you just waiting out of view?"

He began to blush. " I- I didn't want to walk past your aisle after embarrassing myself."

Butterflies? Were you seriously getting Butterflies over a blushing eye?!

"I'm not creeped out or uncomfortable, I was just surprised to know that I had an admirer, but it's not fair you know what I look like but I'm only acquainted with an eye." You said as you quickly glanced down at your phone screen to see a text from your friends, undoubtedly asking when you'd arrive at the club they gave you the address to earlier, when you looked back up he was gone.

"Hello! Are you there?" Nothing. Placing the book back on the shelf, you let out a sigh and began to make your way down the lengthy aisle to leave the shop. "Maybe he wasn't cute and didn't want me to know." You said to yourself as you stopped briefly to type a reply to your friend.

"Wow, did you just call me ugly?"

You snapped your head up from your phone to see probably the most attractive man you'd seen this entire trip smiling down at you. That buzz, that electric feeling in the atmosphere was back and you could feel your heart thumping against your chest as he stared dreamily at you.

"Where's your book?"

"I- um, I wasn’t sure if I really needed it or if I just wanted it"

"Wants and needs, they’re basically the same thing. Wait here" he said as he made his way to retrieve the book.

This was unlike you, how could someone you'd only just met have such an effect on you? Then again, he had this effect on you even before you'd met him. As he made his way back to you, you realized that there had been a magnetic feeling drawing you to him since you'd spotted him in the background of your friend's photo maybe even before then. You thought back to the way the stand advertising the "magic shop and show" you were now standing in the aisles of seemed to pull you in, and just as you were finishing that thought he was back in front of you, book in hand.

"Thank you." You said as you reached for the book, only to have him pull away with it.

"Let me." he said, a beautiful smile beaming, dimples on full display.

You gave him a questioning look, confused by his actions.

"Let me buy it for you, this way when you look at it, you'll think of me."

"Wow! You are really taking it there and you haven't even told me your name."

His smile faltered and his face began to turn the softest shade of pink, as he shyly rubbed the back of his neck.

"Sorry, I'm Kun and I'm horrible at flirting apparently"

"I don't think you're horrible at it, you're just .... yeah it's bad I can't even lie." You laughed.

"Well you're bad at it too because you haven't told me your name yet."

"But who said I was flirting?" You quipped.

"Oh, that's how you wanna play it?"

The moment your phone rang, you rolled your eyes and sighed. "One second I should answer this."

Of course it was your friend yelling your name at the top of their lungs.

"That was highly unnecessary." you responded.

"We have a VVIP booth! When will you be here?"

"Isn't 10pm a bit early for you two to be this drunk already? You whispered as you looked over to see a very amused Kun.

"So that's your name?" He asked as he stepped closer to you after noticing the way you let your eyes trail over him. There it was again that feeling, like this is where you should be, you wondered if he felt it too.

"WHO THE FUCK WAS THAT?!" Your friend yelled.

You didn't immediately answer because he was now leaning so dangerously close to your face.

"You going to tell her or can I?"

You quirked your head curiously, wondering what exactly he'd tell her, so you handed him your phone. He introduced himself and immediately the shrieking voices of your friends could be heard through your phone. He quickly returned it to you.

"What's wrong?" You giggled.

"I think my eardrums are vibrating."

"UM HELLO! WE'RE STILL HERE!"

You turned your attention back to your friends, offering a quick "I'll text you." and ending the call.

It was silent as the two of you stood there just staring at each other, neither of you remembering where your original conversation left off before your call.

"Um, so what brought you to this show tonight?" He asked.

"Actually it's a bit of a long story."

"Well this is a big shop, I've still got plenty I want to see, and if you're willing, I'd love to hear it while we look around."

The two of you spent the next hour chatting, well, you did most of the talking, filling him in on how you missed your flight and how you ended up at the show. You explored many areas of the shop together, until a voice rang out over the speakers. "Can two lovebirds kindly make their way to the front checkout at this time? We'll be closing up soon."

You looked at each other and laughed.

"I guess we've overstayed our welcome."

Kun laced his fingers through yours almost instinctively and pulled you along to the front. The two of you apologized to the man at the register as Kun placed the basket on the counter.

"Don't worry about it, this place is so full of magic people could get lost in here for hours."

You looked over at Kun as he paid for all the items that made their way into the basket throughout the evening, and found yourself admiring his features; the curve of his lips, the way his dimples appeared and eyes scrunched up as he smiled. You took one last look before turning to the man behind the counter and giving him a thank you before the two of you left to exit.

"Ah I love this feeling!" The man said before you reached the door causing you to both turn at his peculiar statement, though you were certain you knew the feeling he was talking about, the same feeling you'd been feeling since entering the theater.

"The electric feeling?"

You snapped your head in Kun's direction, he had felt it too. The old man waved his hands in a grand manner and the doors of the shop opened behind you.

"Last time I felt the air filled with this much energy was when I met the love of my life." And with one final wave he disappeared in a cloud of smoke, the final trick of the evening.

You missed the way Kun stole a glance at you after the old man's statement, but felt the gentle swipe of his thumb over the back of your hand as he led you out the exit of the shop, the doors closing by themselves behind you.

As if right on cue you received a text from your friends.

“At least send us a photo of what he looks like and where you're going for safety reasons.”

You stared at the message for a moment unsure of how to respond. He hadn't asked you to go anywhere with him, so asking him for a photo might be a little presumptuous.

"There's a Yakiniku place nearby, I forgot the name but you can tell her when we get there."

You looked up from your phone with wide eyes.

"Wow! Do you know what privacy is?"

"Of course!" He said as he bit his bottom lip.

"Did you just undress me with your eyes?!"

"Well, you did it to me earlier so I figured I'd return the favor."

"I did not!"

"If you say so."

You watched him as he moved about. "What on earth are you doing?"

Trying to find the best lighting for the photo you need to send to them so we can finish our date."

"Date?"

"It didn't start out as one but I'd say it's one now." He said as he put his arm around your waist pulling you close, and taking out his phone.

"Let's take one together"

His scent was intoxicating, warm, inviting and you couldn't stop wondering if he'd taste as good as he smelled. You were obviously swimming in your thoughts because you hadn't even realized he'd already taken the picture.

"What were you thinking about so intensely?" He said as he showed you the photo of the two of you. It was pretty obvious your mind was elsewhere.

"Eww, delete that! Let's take another."

He just laughed and wrapped his arm around your waist again, but this time you were determined to stay focused on taking a good photo and not on how delicious he smelled.

"Perfect!" He said as he examined the screen. "I'll send it to you. What's your number?"

You scoffed at the realization of what had just happened. He had really just played that so smooth, you were almost annoyed at how easily you fell for it, especially when you noticed the smirk on his face as he waited expectantly. You took his phone and typed your number, rolling your eyes as you handed it back to him.

"Thank you" he said as he grabbed your hand and began to lead you in the direction of the restaurant. Once you arrived you sent the name of the place along with the photo to your friends.

The hostess escorted you to a booth in the corner of the restaurant at Kun's request. Just as you took your seat, your phone began to vibrate almost nonstop, and you were pretty sure you knew why. You excused yourself to the restroom where you quickly opened the messages from your friends.

🎭 : Biiiiiiiiiitch

🍒: 😩 it's the guy from earlier

👰: I opened this photo and almost got a divorce before I even got married 😅

🎭: Omg it is him!

🥱: lmao you guys sent it to Tiffany?!

🎭: Fuck yes we did! Who would believe us if we said you met some sexy ass guy at some little magic show without receipts?

🍒: MOUNT HIM! He ignored so many advances from women at the pool today.

🎭: Seriously, he must have been waiting for the one.

👰: Not you finding a plus one for my wedding during my bachelorette trip!

🥱: we're done here. Bye! I can't stand y'all.

🍒: BYE! See you in the morning 😏

Little did you know Kun had also sent the photo to his friends and at the same time you were dealing with your friends, he was having a similar conversation with his.

Ten: Give her to me!

YangYang: I can't believe you actually found her!

Xiaojun: If he'd have approached her when he first saw her in the café that day, LIKE I SAID, he could have spent more than just tonight with her. You're just lucky she missed her flight.

YangYang: And of all places, a lame magic show. It must be fate.

Ten: I'm ok with sharing.

Kun: She was literally in the middle of a group of her friends giving the bride gifts, and magic shows aren't lame!

Xiaojun: You act like it was the actual wedding. You literally spent almost everyday hoping to see her since.

Kun: I did not!

Ten: You did go to the pool hoping she'd be there when you saw her friends headed that way earlier.

Xiaojun: SIMP

"What's got your eyebrows all furrowed?" You giggled as you sat down, startling Kun a bit.

"Oh nothing! Just my friends being annoying as usual."

You hadn't realized until he said that, that you hadn't actually known why he was in Vegas and who he was there with. So, you decided to be as nosey as he had been. Kun was an open book, he told you about this being their annual friends trip and a little bit about each of them. You learned of each other's careers and hobbies, he was more than happy to show you a few magic tricks before your food came. He even taught you a card trick that you had wanted so badly to learn as a kid.

Dinner now finished, you found yourself with a decision to make as the two of you made your way back to the hotel. Kun tipped the driver and got out first, extending his hand to help you out next. Hand in hand you entered the hotel lobby walking across the casino floor to make your way to the guest elevators. Just before reaching the guest checkpoint that leads to the hotel elevators, Kun stopped and turned to you.

"I know it's late, but do you want to go for a walk through the rooftop garden? I'm not ready to say goodbye just yet."

That's when you made up your mind. You had been the responsible one this whole trip, made sure Tiffany’s itinerary was followed, kept watch over your friends when they got a little too drunk, made sure they stayed hydrated, not an easy task with a bunch of thirst buckets. Now you were going to do something a little out of the ordinary for you.

You gave his hand a gentle squeeze, fingers still intertwined with yours, and made your way through the guest checkpoint, scanning your key card to gain access. You didn't look in his direction as you waited for the elevator afraid you might not be so bold if you looked at him. The minute the elevator doors opened you pulled him inside, hit the number 7 and then the “close door” button. You had avoided looking at him since leading him to the elevators, but now inside one completely covered in mirrors you had no choice, and when you finally looked over to his reflection he was looking back at you. The elevator bell dinged signaling you had reached your floor, so you took a deep breath and finally turned to face him.

"You can say goodbye now or you can tell me in the morning."

It was dizzying the way he lifted you into a kiss so suddenly, as if he had been waiting for permission all night and once he got it, he let go of any restraint he had. Your legs immediately wrapped around his waist as he carried you out of the elevator. You pulled away from the kiss to tell him your room number clumsily making your way down the hall as he carried you. You left a trail of kisses up his neck running your tongue across his Adam's apple indulging in your curiosity about the way he’d taste. Kun groaned at the feeling of your mouth on his skin, knees nearly giving out when you nipped at the spot beneath his ear. Finally reaching your room he pressed your back against the door and stole your breath away with kisses. Blindly you searched for your room key as he returned your love bites, hardening dick grinding against you through the fabric of your clothes.

"We'll never make it inside if you keep doing that, I can't focus."

He let out a soft laugh and put you down. You took a deep breath to calm yourself enough to find your key, the minute the door was open you were all over each other again. There was no time for foreplay, no time for words, only needy kisses and soft moans as you walked him backwards towards the bed. When the back of his legs hit the edge you undid his pants and pushed them down just enough to let gravity handle the rest. You pulled away from the kiss to give him space to remove his shirt and once he had done so you took the opportunity to push him back onto the bed, watching as his body fell into the plush blankets and his bold red locks danced away from his forehead. Undoubtedly this mental image would stay with you forever.

You peeled your shirt off and shimmied out of your pants, revealing red lace panties and a matching bra almost the exact same red as his hair. Kun let out a groan at the sight of you practically naked and climbing onto the bed to straddle him. You weren't on top for long before he rolled you over so you were under him. He gently ran his thumb over your lips and when you parted them to take his thumb into your mouth he let out a soft sigh as he watched you. You looked up to him with pleading eyes as you pushed at the waistband of his underwear. Taking the hint he pulled his thumb from between your lips and quickly discarded his underwear, ridding you of yours soon after. Now completely naked Kun hovered over you kissing along your shoulder as he unclasped your bra and tossed it to the side.

You wrapped your legs around his back and pulled him closer to you, drawing out a chuckle from him. He lifted his face to look into your eyes. "So impatient" he said as he moved his hand between the two of you dropping his head to the crook of your neck with a sigh when he discovered how wet you were. He lifted from you slightly to line himself up with your entrance, letting his head fall back to the crook of your neck as he pushed into you.

You gasped as he bottomed out, the electric feeling that had been in the air now surging through you from head to toe. Slowly he began to move, thrusting in and out of you. Moans of pleasure flowed freely from your mouth sending messages that only he could understand, messages urging him to move faster, harder, deeper, to make you his, to keep you by his side forever. And so he did, he thrusted faster, harder, deeper. Enjoying the way your breast bounced with each thrust, the way you moaned his name was music to his ears, the way your fingers gripped him as your nails dug into the flesh of his back. Xiaojun was right, this could have been the two of you all week but he missed his chance, now he was determined to make up for it. He'd give you all he had even if it was just for one night but he hoped for so much more.

He kissed you with a tenderness that set your heart ablaze, a stark contrast to his relentless thrusts that were threatening to break you at any moment. He wrapped one arm under your thigh, giving him a better angle to thrust even deeper into you. Your mouth hung open as you threw your head back, gasping out praises, and he watched with hungry eyes as your chest rose and fell with each panting breath.

"I- I'm gonna cum" you barely managed to form the words between breaths.

" You're so wet I thought you came already."

He smiled against your neck as you whimpered, partly from embarrassment but mostly because you really were about to cum.

A few more deep thrusts and your walls began to flutter around his dick, causing him to moan your name in response, filling the room with praises for you as your pussy sucked him in even more, soaking his dick and dripping onto the sheets as you chanted his name.

Kun quickly followed, pulling out and painting your stomach with his cum. Kun took a moment to catch his breath before going to retrieve a washcloth to clean up his mess.

"Where are you going?" You pouted.

"To wash this out, I'd feel bad knowing some poor housekeeper had to pick up a towel covered in my cum."

You laughed as you closed your eyes, he had a point. You didn't even want to think about all the cum covered everything they had to deal with on a daily basis. You soon felt the bed dip as Kun snuggled up to you, adjusting your position so that your face was tucked into his chest. There was so much he wanted to say, but you were already half asleep. He was sure you had felt the connection, felt the electrical charge in the air that only seemed to get more intense the closer you got to each other, but a small part of him worried that maybe he was being a hopeless romantic, that all the things that happened leading up to your meeting was just a coincidence, that this was going to end up being one of those "the one that got away" stories. He was so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't realized you were awake until he felt your lips against his.

"What's wrong? You said barely above a whisper as you studied his features in the soft light provided by the reading lamp on the nightstand. He looked at you with soft eyes and threw your leg over his hip, pulling you even closer.

"Want to know a secret? I've been hoping to run into you for a few days now."

"What?"

"Our first day here, I saw you with your friends in the café. I wanted to approach you then."

You thought back to that day, you remembered that day felt strange, like something was going to happen although it never did. Now having felt that same feeling today, and learning he was in the café that day, you were sure it was him that you were feeling.

"Why didn't you?"

"I didn't want to be rude."

You nodded in understanding. "So you've been hoping to run into me?"

"Yea, I even went to the pool today when I saw your friends headed that way, thinking you'd probably be there too." He gave a small but nervous laugh.

Your heart skipped a beat at how cute and honest he was being. You got out of the bed to get your phone and he worried for a moment that he had said too much until you climbed back into bed and snuggled in close to him again.

"Haven't been looking for you, but since I saw you at the pool I was drawn to you." You laughed at the confusion on his face until you showed him the picture of your friends, and pointed to him in the background.

"I even asked if you were friends with the guys they were with."

You watched as Kun's face lit up with amusement just before he leaned in to kiss you, a smile still playing on his lips. YangYang had to be right, this had to be fate.

Morning goodbyes came too soon for either of your liking, but sweet kisses and promises to call, text & visit made them seem slightly less bitter. The flight home was filled with thoughts of the man who had possibly stolen your heart with dimples and cheesy magic tricks. You were sure that when you slept that night he'd be in your dreams too. Finally arriving back at your home after a short car ride from the airport with your friends, they made sure to remind you that once you had all settled in you'd have to tell them everything about Kun.

As you made your way into your front door, you remembered you hadn't taken your phone off airplane mode. The moment you did it your phone buzzed with 3 new messages, all from Kun. You smiled to yourself as you opened the 1st message. A simple "have a safe flight" on your screen. The next message was a photo of him out at breakfast, a mountain of French toast in front of him, and a big smile adorning his face. The final message sent a wave of excitement through your body.

" I hope this doesn't seem too forward, but we leave Vegas tomorrow and if you don't mind I'd like to extend my vacation by a few days and spend it with you."

Before you had a chance to respond you received another message.

"Thank you for visiting Voila Magic! We hope you enjoyed your evening. If you did, please take a moment to leave a review."

You took this as a sign from the universe to accept Kun's offer. You quickly pulled up his message again to respond.

"I'd love that"

You two spent the next few days together and by the second day you started to believe maybe magic was real.

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Chapter 4: See the Lights, See the Party, the Ball Gowns

Book: The Royal Romance/The Royal Heir

Pairing: Prince/King Liam x MC (Riley Brooks), Drake Walker x OC (Alyssa Devereaux)

Series Premise: Riley Brooks and Alyssa Devereaux became best friends as freshmen at Syracuse University, a borderline-sisterhood that lasts forever after. When Riley meets a handsome prince and is asked to compete for his hand in a mysterious faraway kingdom, she invites Alyssa along for moral support.

What the girls think will be a crazy temporary adventure becomes two sets of happily ever afters … with twice the shenanigans to show for it.

A/N: This series is written in loving collaboration between @bbrandy2002 and @burnsoslow.

Series Warnings: Smut 🍋🍋, language, canon violence (gun violence, bombing, terrorism), drug use, probably more stuff as we think of it. By reading this series, you agree that you are at least 18 years old and are prepared to deal with adult themes.

The girls spent their first morning in Cordonia with their respective sponsors, getting the first glimpses of courtly life and preparing for the Masquerade Ball taking place that evening. As much as they wanted to get out and experience all that this little Mediterranean country had to offer, there was just so much to do and little time to do it.

That morning, while Alyssa worked diligently on learning the steps of the Cordonian Waltz and etiquette with Rashad, Maxwell finally got Riley out of bed in time for a late breakfast. This included meeting his brother, Bertrand, who was none too thrilled with the former waitress from New York. Riley discovered rather quickly that the duke was nothing like the free-spirited Maxwell; if ever there was a picture display of a killjoy, she was sure his scowling face would be plastered dead in the center.

The day kind of went by in a dizzying blur, especially for Riley, who spent most of it either being lectured by Bertrand, or raiding the kitchen for stress snacks with Maxwell. And as far as anyone knew, Liam was still unaware that the quirky, raven-haired beauty he’d met two nights ago and never expected to see again was in his country, in his palace, and was about to come face-to-face with him.

If she didn’t die of anxiety first.

Neither of the girls saw each other until much later that afternoon when they linked up in Riley’s room before heading to the palace's salon for last-minute hair and nail appointments.

Later on in the boutique, Riley sucked in a deep breath and held in her stomach while Alyssa stood behind her, fighting to zip the back of the angel-themed costume she chose for the Masquerade Ball.

Actually, "chose" was a loose description in this case. The ensemble was one of the last two dresses in the palace's boutique, and Maxwell insisted Riley wear it instead of the more provocative red devil attire to make herself more appealing to the King and Queen. The Beaumont sponsee didn’t give two shits at that moment about impressing the monarchs; her major concern was how she would fit that size-four dress over her size-six body.

“What the hell did you eat, Ri? This zipper is not budging an inch," an out-of-breath Alyssa groaned as she attempted to pull the tight fabric closer together.

Steadying her feet firmly to the ground, a jostled-around Riley answered quietly, in a still manner, so as not to undo what little progress her friend had already made, "You know I'm a stress eater. I've experienced many emotions since we left yesterday, and food therapy helps. And your judgment is making me hungry again, so thank you for making it worse."

"I'm not judging you; I'm simply stating a fact: Your ass won’t fit in this dress."

Riley straightened up a little higher, hoping to thin her lean frame out more. "Well, it's gonna have to," she scoffed. "I can't be the only suitor at this ball without the proper attire."

Alyssa tugged harder in frustration. "You know, it might help if I could remove the price tag from the zipper."

"Perhaps." Riley sideways glanced at the two inattentive boutique cashiers before turning her head slightly over her shoulder to acknowledge her best friend in a hushed tone. "But then I wouldn't be able to return it in the morning. $700 for a damn dress is highway robbery, and I won't be a victim to this place's jacked-up prices." She glared back at the fashionably dressed women running the register and hollered out, "You should all be ashamed of yourselves!"

"Shhhh!" Alyssa's face burned with embarrassment while she smiled sheepishly at the bewildered ladies. "Are you crazy? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"You mean aside from the usual things that are wrong with me? I'm a nervous wreck, Lyss. Liam still doesn't know that I'm here. I'm about to go wine-and-dine with snobby rich people, while my socially awkward-o-meter is on red alert. And Maxwell's brother didn't like me. How am I supposed to impress Liam, the press, this council, and his parents when my own sponsor hates me?"

"He doesn't hate you," Alyssa replied. "Suck in your stomach a little more ... Rashad told me Duke Beaumont is high-strung and takes all this court business very seriously. If you ask me, give ‘The Brows’ some time. I know he'll love you. And Liam already does!" Alyssa stepped back in delight after tirelessly sliding the last bit of the zipper to the neckline. "Voila! I got it."

Riley stiffly turned toward the full-length mirror -- her insides feeling like they would pop right out of her -- and surveyed the finished product. "Not bad, not bad. A slight muffin top on the sides, and my ass cheeks are packed in tighter than my family around the dessert station at a buffet, but ... I think I can get by with it." Turning to face Alyssa, she lit up with anticipation. "Okay, now it's your turn."

Alyssa plucked the bright red dress off the rack and headed inside one of the many dressing rooms. A moment later, she emerged with a beaming smile on her face and held her arms out to the side to do a show-offish twirl. "So, how do I look?"

"Oh my god, Lyss!" Riley clapped excitedly. "You look so hot in that! That color of red really suits you too. Although, you might want to cover up the girls a little more; I've never seen your boobs look so huge."

"Wha --" Alyssa glanced down at her fully rounded chest, a substantial portion of which was spilling out over the top. She crossed her arms over her breasts in horror. "OH MY GOD! You're right: They're enormous in this thing. I can't go out there like this! They'll be stuffing dollar bills into my cleavage and begging for a lap dance!"

"Well, just ... try to tuck them in," Riley suggested, demonstrating her advice on herself. “You know, the way guys tuck in their junk.”

Alyssa shook her head adamantly, attempting to slide the top of the dress up higher. "I don't think that'll work. It's already extremely tight."

“That’s what he said,” Riley quipped with a snicker, much to the chagrin of her longtime friend, who simply blinked back. “Wow, not even a smile. Come on, Lyss, it’s not that hard.”

Alyssa grinned despite herself, “That’s what she said.”

Riley stepped closer, reaching out to grab a portion of the garment covering Alyssa's bosom, and declared, "Alright, If I can squeeze my fat ass into this dress, you can cram those giant melons into yours. So, get to pushin’, girl.”

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After 10 minutes of stuffing uncooperative breasts into a gown, Alyssa and Riley stepped out of the boutique and made their way to the bottom of the main staircase outside of the ballroom, where Rashad and Maxwell were waiting eagerly for them.

A grim-faced Rashad approached the pair as they neared. “We were beginning to worry about you two. I hope you didn’t have any trouble.” He reached out and greeted Alyssa with a friendly kiss to the cheek as Riley made her way up to Maxwell, who did the same.

“No troubles,” Alyssa assured him, before staring down at her chest to make sure certain parts were still contained inside her dress. “Just some slight wardrobe issues that I think we’ve taken care of.”

Riley frowned, rubbing a soothing hand over her squeezed-in stomach. “Let’s just say we both feel like canned biscuits.”

“And I’m petrified of canned biscuits!” Alyssa shrieked, then spoke in a lower, punier voice in Rashad’s direction. “They make that popping sound that scares the hell out of me.” He nodded sympathetically at her admission, having no clue what canned biscuits were.

Maxwell let out a chuckle. “Either way, you both look awesome! Like two totally righteous peas in a pod and all that jazz.” He peeked over at Riley, who wasn’t appearing too sure of herself, or of anything for that matter, knowing she’d spent most of the day in a subtle panic. While she steadied her breath, he looped his arm through hers and leaned over. “Hey, it’s going to be okay. You’re going to go in there like the boss you are and knock them all dead. I just know it.”

Riley swallowed thickly, “But Liam --”

“Will be over the moon with excitement to see you again. Do you think I’d go through all the trouble of trying to convince you, and then Alyssa, to come all the way here -- not to mention, facing my brother’s wrath -- if I didn’t believe Liam would want to see you again?” Riley half-shrugged, but Maxwell could tell by the little glimmer of hope he caught in her eyes and the slight curl at the corner of her plush pink lips that she knew it was true. “If he’s not happy about seeing you, I’ll book you on the first flight back to New York, and you can punch me in the gut or something. But I can tell you with certainty: No man goes out with a woman and keeps his friends up most of the night talking about how amazing she was if he doesn’t want to see her again.”

Riley could feel a tinge of pink color her cheeks and looked away for a brief moment, knowing he was right. She was about to see her prince again. Simply knowing how happy Liam was when they parted ways that night made her heart flutter. The blushing suitor peered back at the towering man on her arm and smiled appreciatively. “Thanks, Max.”

As they both stared straight ahead at the set of double doors where Alyssa was making her grand entrance into the ballroom with Rashad, Riley pointed out, “You realize if you had said all that stuff to me this morning and five bloated pounds ago, I wouldn’t have cried to you all day over pints of ice cream, half a sheet cake, and a bag of Mini Snickers?”

Lord Beaumont grinned without looking at her as the orchestral music inside erupted through the newly opened threshold that awaited their crossing. A gleam of anticipation glistened the cobalt hue of his eyes.”That’s our cue. Time to look alive, Twinkle Toes, it’s showtime.”

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It felt like a million pairs of eyes bore through Riley when the announcer spoke her name out to the guest in the ballroom. In reality, few paid much attention to the young woman dressed in pure white, from the feathery halo perched above her fancy swept-up hairdo to the tiny heels that sparkled like glittery specks of fairy dust on her feet.

As Maxwell ushered her proudly through the spectacular crowd adorned in the finest silks and chiffons, faces concealed behind extravagant masks similar to hers, and opulent table spreads of gold and crimson, Riley searched the four corners of the room for one particular set of the bluest eyes she’d ever encountered -- she had Liam’s memorized by heart. However, the only ones she recognized came from her smiling best friend, standing casually beside the Lord of Domvallier at the bar, keeping her word to watch out for her. With a subtle grin from Alyssa to convey she had her back, the whirlwind of fear and chaotic thoughts that overwhelmed Riley quickly dissipated into thin air.

Baby steps.

While Maxwell and Riley headed to the center of the ballroom to meet up with Bertrand, across the way, Alyssa ordered a cranberry vodka from the bar. She was wearing red and needed a drink that matched perfectly with the fabric in case of accidental spillage. As the bartender poured her glass, she tore her vigilant gaze from Riley when Rashad’s cell rang. Seconds later, he covered his phone lightly with a palm and lowered it away from his ear to speak with her.

“This is my client in California. Will you be okay for a little bit while I take this out on the balcony?”

Alyssa nodded. “Of course. Take your time. Is there anything I should be doing while you’re gone?”

“Try mingling with the crowd. Get to know the other suitors. The best way to help Riley tonight is to get a feel for the competition. Figure out who you can potentially get on her side and who is going to cause her trouble.”

“With all due respect, this isn’t Survivor.”

Rashad grinned before excusing himself. “We'll see if you still feel that way by the end of the social season.”

What is it with all the Debbie Downers here? He sounds just like -- Before she could finish that thought, a stroke of irony occurred when she caught the denim-clad Drake, standing out like a sore thumb, making his way up to the bar. She quickly spun around on the barstool and hovered over her freshly poured beverage.

Tapping the bar's woodgrain top, Drake called for, “The usual,” before plopping down on the stool next to her. His woodsy scent filled the air and wafted in her direction; she wondered if he’d even recognize her.

Pressing the rim of the glass to her lips to take the first nervous sip of her drink, she wondered why she even cared if he did.

Alyssa set the vodka cranberry down on a cocktail napkin at the same time Drake reached for his tumbler of whiskey. A brush of their hands caused them both to retreat away before he bowed his head respectfully to her.

“I’m sorry, my lady.” Drake was quick to apologize. He never knew which stuck up nobles would have an issue with a commoner’s simple touch.

Alyssa lifted a brow and smirked in response. “So you do have manners?”

He’d recognize that wily voice anywhere. Grumbling, Drake responded. “Aww, hell! Pipsqueak? Is that you?”

“Hello, Sunshine.” She dimpled.

Drake shook his head. “I should have known. Of all the damn people in this room, I still managed to find you.”

“I would call that a very lucky day for you then.” Alyssa lifted her drink and tipped back a gulp. “So what’re you doing here? Don’t you have some royal cows or chickens to herd around or something? Who wears denim and jeans to a fancy ball?”

She would if she could get away with it.

His tight shoulder muscles bounced slightly with disingenuous laughter as his chestnut eyes took in her sultry devilish costume. “I could ask you the same about your own clothes. Suitors are supposed to dress up for these things. Not come as themselves.”

Offended, Alyssa arched back contemptuously. “Are you calling me a devil?”

“If the horns and pitchfork fit.” Drake retorted. He motioned with his glass across the room. “By the way, you see that blazing redhead who just stole your little friend away from Maxwell?” When Alyssa snapped her gaze protectively in that direction, he continued, “That’s Olivia. You might want to check in on … what’s her name again?”

“Riley ...” Her tone was resentful. He knows damn well what her name is.

“Whatever. Just trust me on this, if the two of you know what’s good for ya -- and I’m betting you don’t -- you’ll stay as far away from Olivia and the rest of these social-climbing fuckers as possible.” His mood suddenly shifted as he drained his drink, then slammed it on the bar top, motioning with his hand to the bartender for another.

Alyssa was quick to notice the tension in his jaw and the immense throb of protruding veins in his forearm as he nursed his drink. “What climbed up your ass and died? Why are you even here if you hate everyone so much?

He quickly snapped. “I’m here for Liam!”

“Well, I’m here for Riley!” The two of them glared at each other in a tense showdown that neither was willing to back down from. After a beat, Alyssa’s determination weakened somewhat; confrontations made her jittery.

And with him in particular.

Letting her shoulders slump, Alyssa let out a soft breath as she relaxed. “I’m trying to give her some space … but do I need to go check on Riley?” The question was asked sincerely.

Drake turned his head back, his vision crossing the vast expanse of the room and landing on a perturbed Riley in conversation with Olivia. He scowled, recognizing the expression impressed on her face all too well. “We’re outsiders, Alyssa. You. Me. Riley. That’s the only thing they’ll ever see. It’s the only way they’ll ever treat us.” He shifted to face Alyssa again. “Take that for what you will. If she were my friend … I would.”

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Riley shook her head emphatically. “There’s no way I’m supposed to kiss the king’s shoe. That’s weird, creepy, and-and- unsanitary!” She nodded toward a masked couple standing before the seated king who bowed, curtsied, and then exited to the left. “They didn’t kiss his shoe. I think you’re full of shit.”

“Riley, Riley, Riley.” The duchess shook her head with an exasperated tone. “Those people are well-established and highly-regarded members of the court … you’re not. And while I admit it’s a rather unorthodox Cordonian royal custom, it’s part of our tradition that the newest members humble themselves before the king in an act of deep respect and reverence. I’m actually astounded Maxwell never bothered to tell you.” She flipped back a thick curly-q strand of hair that hung over her shoulders. “Do what you want. But don’t say I didn’t try to help you.”

Riley hesitated. “I guess I’ll keep it in mind …?”

“Great!” Olivia wrapped a firm hand around Riley’s wrist and pulled her toward the throne where the king sat. “You’re so lucky that I was here to warn you! Otherwise, you’d have looked utterly ridiculous.”

“Wait! Where are we going? Riley demanded, her feet barely able to keep up with the brisk pace.

“To present you to King Constantine.”

“But I need to wait for my sponsor!” Riley protested. She struggled to break free, but the redhead’s clawlike grip was surprisingly strong.

“Every second counts, Riley. These women have all known Liam for years. The early bird gets the Crown.”

“But I --” Panicked, Riley scoured the room for the Beaumonts and found them standing near the hors d'oeuvres table embroiled in what appeared to be a heated discussion.

“What the fuck?” On the opposite side of the ballroom, Alyssa spotted Olivia hauling Riley across the floor. Before Drake had the chance to warn her this wasn’t good, an enraged Alyssa was already sliding down off the barstool, stampeding off in hot pursuit of finding out what this redheaded troll was doing with her best friend.

And for reasons he couldn’t fully understand, feeling frustrated beyond comprehension, Drake followed right on her heels.

Coming to a screeching halt before the raised dais, Olivia thrust Riley forward, who nearly tripped from the momentum into the bottom step at the sudden stop.

It took every ounce of restraint Riley had not to turn toward the woman who had forcibly dragged her across the room and to stick a pair of size-seven heels straight up her ass. She, however, liked the pretty, sparkly shoes she had on too much to ruin them … and wanted to end the evening outside of a hospital bed. “Asshole,” she muttered almost soundlessly.

“Your Majesty,” Olivia smirked. “I would like to present to you the suitor House Beaumont has chosen. Lady Riley.”

Riley gave her a cursory glare. It was the moment of truth. She plastered on her best smile for the King, who regarded her with a nod.

Just … just do it. “Your Majesty.” Riley dipped into a low curtsy and held it in place for several seconds before contemplating the validity of Olivia’s outlandish claim and swallowing hard. “Here goes nothing.”

Placing both palms on the plush red carpeting that laid at the feet of the King, she lowered herself slowly until her knees rested on the top step.

“What the hell is she doing?” Alyssa questioned as she desperately weaved around a sea of faces, dodging server trays and tables along the way. “And where the hell is Maxwell?”

“I don’t know ...” Drake answered, practically pushing her even more quickly through the crowd, “ … but you better move faster. There’s no damn telling what Olivia told her to do.”

Riley paused briefly, staring at the simple black shoes that almost resembled a shiny boot. She wanted to be kissing Liam right now, not his father’s old fricking foot. Worst vacation ever.

Lowering her head gradually toward Constantine’s shoes, she scrunched up her face and reluctantly puckered up.

Out of nowhere, a body with the vigor of a wild stallion in full sprint barrelled into her side, sending Riley hurling across the dais and causing her to land face-down on the marbled floor below.

"What is the meaning of this?" An enraged Constantine bolted up, his ire focused on Alyssa, hunkered down on all fours at his feet, striving to catch her breath.

Maxwell and Bertrand heard the commotion and came rushing to Riley’s side when they realized it was her sprawled out and jerking on the floor.

"I'm so sorry, Your Majesty," an apologetic Alyssa said as she reached up for the hand Drake was offering. The King's glare at her was nerve-wracking as he waited for an explanation -- until Drake stepped up in front of her, blocking her view of the incensed monarch. "I can explain."

"I hope you can, young lady." Constantine glowered, baffled as to why Drake Walker was still standing between them … and mirroring every movement she made. When she shifted, he shifted. When she moved her arm, he did the same. Was this some type of game?

“Uh … um.” Alyssa's mind raced with excuses. She couldn't very well tell him the truth and make Riley or herself look bad -- she was still a representative of Duchy Domvallier. There was only one thing she could think of to say as she whipped around Drake and pointed at him. "This man pushed me!"

Drake's body stiffened at her accusation. "The hell you talking about?"

She covered her eyes with a hand, pretending to sob. "I was on my way up here to pay my respects to you, sir, when this man ..." she paused to take in a fake stuttering breath, "... came out of nowhere and pushed me from behind. I tried to stop myself from running into anyone, but I couldn't. Too much momentum." Alyssa lowered her hand and stared at a wide-eyed Drake. "I’m just a small person, mister. Why would you do that? Why? What did I ever do to hurt you?"

"I never --"

"Drake?" The King eyed him sternly. "Is this true? Did you push this young woman?"

Drake’s defensive stance was no match for Alyssa’s pleading eyes, begging him to save her from this. “Please,” she mouthed.

He groaned, rolling his eyes. “I … I’m sorry, Sir. Lady Alyssa’s extremely long dress was dragging the floor and I stepped on it. When I lifted my foot off, she ... I don’t know … flung forward. I tried to grab her before she went flying, but she got away, and that must be why she thought I pushed her.” Drake lowered his gaze to Alyssa. “You really shouldn’t shop in the adult section, miss.”

“Is it possible you were mistaken, Lady ... Alyssa?”

She nodded. “Yes, that is surely possible,” she agreed in a rehearsed-sounding tone. “It’s all coming back to me now.”

“Well, then.” Constantine's contented glance drifted to Drake. “It’s good to know you didn’t push an innocent suitor on purpose, Drake. But just know this … I’ll be watching you.”

“Looking forward to it, sir. Thank you, sir.” Drake quickly bowed his head as Constantine returned to his seat to greet the next guest. He grabbed Alyssa’s elbow and rushed her off to the side of the dais.

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Maxwell knelt beside a disheveled Riley, helping her rise to her feet and dusting her off.

“Lady Riley,” a scowling Bertrand glared, “what on earth is the meaning of this? The glory of House Beaumont is on the line tonight, and you’ve already made your first blunder. I told you, Maxwell, this was a mistake.”

Slightly dazed, Riley stumbled while massaging a sore wrist. Inclining her head so she could see him under the halo that drooped over her eyes, she retorted, “I was shoved, Berturd. It’s not like I did this on purpose. And thank you for your concern; I’m fine, by the way.”

“Shoved? By whom?” The three of them turned to see Alyssa and Drake scampering off to a corner. “It was Domvallier’s suitor?” Bertrand asked incredulously. “This is preposterous! It’s beneath Lord Rashad’s character to have his suitor and Drake Walker sabotage ours. I will have to go over there and put an end to this travesty at once.”

“NO!” Riley and Maxwell barked.

"Bertrand. Why don't you let Riley and I handle them while you play damage control with the King? Unless ..." he smirked. " You want me to smooth things over with His Majesty? I have a lot to say about how Twinkle Toes just SAILED through the air at warp speed --"

"Dear God, no, Maxwell! There will be no need for your … input. But, you two, get results from Drake and that suitor. No funny business," he warned.

The two of them nodded in understanding. As soon as Bertrand turned his back and marched away, they both gave a knowing glance to the other before rushing over to Drake and Alyssa, who had just made it to a far corner of the ballroom,

Alyssa yanked her elbow away from his vice-like grasp. “I believe we’re out of the clear; you can let go of me now.”

“Listen. I have to tell you something, ‘cause you need to know it ... “ Drake swallowed thickly, his rounded eyes focused squarely on the woman who’d just thrown him under the bus to King Constantine. He spoke as if he had something caught in his throat, “You--your-- uh -- ”

“And who made these damn shoes, anyway?” Alyssa complained as she hiked up the lower part of her dress and stepped out of her heels. Her already short stature lowered several inches. “They clearly hate short women and feet. Seriously, who thought walking around like a newborn calf was sexy?”

“Alyssa,” Drake tried again to speak through a strained voice, “You need to listen --”

“Hey!” Riley interrupted as she and Maxwell stepped up to them. “Why’d you push me off that stage thingy? And OH MY GOD, ALYSSA! YOUR --” Maxwell slapped a hand over Riley’s mouth, knowing exactly what her big mouth was getting ready to loudly announce.

Her frantic muffled words continued to blabber through his tightly clasped hand.

Alyssa gave him a confused look. “Maxwell, what are you doing?”

“Just stopping her before she told everyone within earshot ...” he paused fleetingly, lowering his gaze from the muddled expression on her face to her chest. “Your bosoms … well, they have emerged.”

“That’s what I was trying to tell you before,” a flustered Drake said as Alyssa let out a gasp and looked down. “You’ve been ... exposed … since --” He was quickly cut off again by her tiny wail as she fixed herself and dashed out of the ballroom, mortified, her arms crossed over her chest.

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Riley tapped lightly on the women’s restroom door. “Lyss? You okay in there?”

“No!” Her pouty voice rang back. “I’m the laughingstock of this entire court.”

Maxwell chuckled, hollering back. “You don’t have to worry about that, Lady Alyssa. I’ve already got that title covered in spades.”

“You two need to get back to the ball,” Drake said gruffly, referring to the girls. “Liam will be arriving any minute.”

“You’re right. There are probably five people in there who still haven’t gotten an up close shot of my breasts.” Alyssa swung the door open, bitterly hitching up the front of her dress as she stepped out, and glared up at Drake as she walked by. “And you let me walk around like that!”

“I did not!” He flushed a deep, dark red. “I told you, that’s why I was standing in front of you, so no one would see … ugh, fuck it. Just -- let’s go, okay?”

A remorseful Riley hugged Alyssa. “I’m so sorry my dumb ass was what caused this to happen to you. Thank you for making sure I didn’t make a fool of myself.”

Alyssa squeezed tighter. “It was way better that it happened to me than you. We can definitely have a good laugh over this by the time I’m, like, 150.” When they let go of one another, she smiled at her friend. “Come on, we have a ball to get back to. And you have a prince to dazzle.”

“Oh, you guys go on ahead. I need a minute to straighten up.”

Drake, Alyssa, and Maxwell headed back inside while Riley spent a few minutes in the bathroom wiping away the dust off her dress and getting her hair back in order as best as she could. Plus, she just needed a moment to herself; it was the first time since she woke up that morning that someone wasn’t hovering over her shoulder or trying to impress someone. There also were some major jitters happening knowing the Prince was arriving at any second.

Stepping out a few minutes later, Riley headed back down the hallway, hopeful she still appeared as presentable as when she arrived earlier.

Dotted along the walls that trailed back to the ballroom were portraits and artwork of kings and queens. Judging by the large periwigs, justaucorps, and stockings over breeches depicted, obviously they were quite old. One particular painting caught her attention enough to halt her steps before she plastered on a naughty grin.

“Ohhhh, what do we have here?” Riley snickered, leaning in closer to get a better glimpse. “I see London, I see France, I see a very hung King without his pants.” She fanned a hand in front of her face and spoke as if she were Scarlett O’Hara herself. “My, my, my, Fabian, I haven’t seen a lot of those, but I do declare, you put all the Yanks I’ve been with to shame. I’d be remiss to not ask if you were generous enough to pass on certain sizable traits, say to … Oh, I don’t know, the current Crown Prince?”

“Frankly, my dear … I don’t think he gave a damn,” a deep voice quipped over her shoulder.

Riley spun around, her body crashing into the portrait and causing it to rattle against the wall and lean heavily. Her face burned red-hot as soon as she heard his voice, even though every ounce of blood in her body seemed to rush to her wobbly feet. Liam reached out, grasping hold of her arms to brace her as she stared back, slack-jawed and weak-kneed, at his half-masked face, smiling warmly. “L-L-Li --”

“My sincerest apologies if I startled you, my lady. Are you okay?”

Her throat was dry, and surely no one in all history had ever been as embarrassed as she was at that moment, but she managed to answer feebly, “I think … I pissed my pants.” They both looked down at the floor simultaneously, relief washing over them that there were no puddles. Riley closed her eyes and let out a heavy breath. “Oh, thank God.”

Liam chuckled, his twinkling blue eyes glued to her flustered face. “You’re just as beautiful as you were that night in New York, Riley Brooks.”

“Wait … you know that it’s me? Are you surprised? Are you upset? Do you think I’m some creepy stalker now? I swear I’ve never even touched a weapon.”

“Really? What happened to your bag of Chinese throwing stars?” Liam teased lightheartedly. Riley tilted her head in confusion. “You remember, the ones you were going to throw at me in the alley outside of your bar --”

“Oh. Yes. Right,” she laughed awkwardly as the memory came to her. “Yeah, I may have embellished the truth there a bit. Twenty-pound hams seem to be more my weapon of choice.” Riley hung her head. Why the hell did I just tell him that? When Bastien cleared his throat and gave Liam a pointed look, Riley knew their time was short. “I know you have to go, but I just need to know something: How did you know I was here? Maxwell tried to get in touch with you and never heard back. I didn’t want you to be disappointed in me showing up here.”

“I’ve been quite busy since leaving New York with preparations for the social season and the Masquerade kicking off this evening. But it was Drake who came pounding on my door this morning to fill me in. You can imagine my surprise when he told me that you were here, and, I quote, ‘brought her small aggressive friend with her as guard dog.’”

Riley smirked with a shrug. “Can ya blame a girl? I came to win. Besides, I really like you, Liam.”

He smiled. “I really like you too, Riley. But this isn’t New York. As much as I wish we could just pick up where we left off two nights ago, this entire series of events is set up not just to give me time with my potential matches, but also to give my parents, the Council, and the people of Cordonia time to get to know the future queen. From now on, everyone will be watching you and ... Lady Alyssa.” Liam paused to chuckle and shake his head in amusement. “You actually got your friend to pose as a fake suitor and somehow convinced an honorable and highly dignified member of the court to sponsor her?”

“Yeaaaah, I still don’t know how the hell I did that. I should get extra points for my manipulation skills”

Liam laughed. "I believe you mean, negotiation skills."

Riley nodded. "Yeah, those too."

Already well past the time to make his grand entrance, Bastien approached Liam to give the final warning. Liam acknowledged him and turned back to Riley. “I hope I’ll see you again later tonight, if you’ll save a dance for me. But until then …” He pressed her willing body against the wall, tracing the back of his forefinger along her velvety cheek. “ … just know how very, very, happy I am to have you here, Riley.” His lips were fire and ice when he leaned down to meet her equally fevered ones in a lingering kiss. And she melted right into him.

With that, Liam was whisked away by the head guard and made his way into the ballroom. As a panting Riley brushed her fingertips over the tingling in her bottom lip, she felt so many things all at once: relief that he was happy she was there and already knew everything regarding Alyssa, and that same exhilarating bliss that swept her off her feet two days ago when they shared their time together. But he was abundantly clear, this wasn’t New York anymore, and he still had a duty and obligation to Cordonia regardless of his apparent feelings for her.

Riley let a puff of air and pushed her backside off the wall to return inside. Just as she did this, the crooked frame bearing the likeness of the late King Fabian she admired earlier fell from its hook and crashed to the floor, causing the ancient glass to shatter beside her. With her head shrunken into her shoulders, Riley slowly peeked out one eye and saw the damage. Glancing down one end of the hall to the other to see if anyone saw her, she glanced down at the shards and still fully intact artwork. Normally she would have hightailed it out of there, but she couldn’t help herself from giving her destruction parting words.

“I guess you’re not … hung anymore.”

Then she bolted the hell out of there.

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lunarliza · 4 years

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Fake Boyfriend | Chapter 1: Two Truths and a Big Fat Lie

JJ x Kook!reader Series

You’re a Kook Princess who has everything you ever wanted... until your handsome Kook Prince dumps you for a hot new fling. To save your reputation, you bribe the one person he hates the most, JJ Maybank, to pretend to be your boyfriend for the summer. All’s fair in love and war. But where do you draw that line when you’re suddenly wishing your fake boyfriend is your real one?

ahh yes, my third rendition of a fake dating/enemies to lovers story. this is just a short lil intro but i’m excited for this series!

“He did what?”

“Yup, broke up with me right over the phone,” you repeated to your hairstylist, Boris, who almost snipped off a chunk of your locks in utter shock.

“What a complete asshole!” Boris groused, clipping away at your dead ends, “What did you say after? Please tell me you told him off and slashed his tires or I have failed as a mentor.”

“Well I was so angry and shaken up I didn’t know what to say,” you pouted, “So I just said whatever and hung up.”

It had been a couple days since your nasty break up with your ex-boyfriend who blind-sided you and ended things out of nowhere. Needless to say, you were a cluttered mess and this was your favorite form of therapy: self care, a new hair color, and mindlessly ranting to Boris-- the one person on the island who would absolutely destroy anyone who did you wrong.

“Y/n!” he droned, “How are you gonna let him end a two year relationship and just say ‘whatever’? No, you need to get to slashing right after I fix you up or else you’ve missed your Carrie Underwood moment!”

You sighed. “I know I should’ve gone all psycho bitch on him, but I didn’t want it to seem like I care all that much! Besides,” you mumbled the next part, “he’s got a new girl already.”

The grown man nearly dropped his shears. “Already?! This just happened like two days ago!”

“I know,” you cringed, “My friends came over last night to investigate her Instagram. I think she’s their family friend or something. Word on the Eight is that she’s here for the summer from California and is staying at his house.”

Boris scoffed and tossed his finished scissors on the counter in frustration, starting up the curling iron. “So he dumped you after two years and dates someone else a day after?” he shook his head, “Unbelievable. He probably had her on the side when you guys were together too. Honey, you’re so much better off without him.”

“Yeah, you’re right!” you agreed cooly-- as if you weren’t bawling and moping over old camera roll pictures just minutes before pulling up to the salon.

Boris lightly blow dried your newly dyed hair while you admired it through the mirror. “I like this color a lot,” you commended, “I was a little iffy that it wouldn’t look right, but I knew you’d work your magic.”

Your freshly manicured hands played with the ends before Boris began curling the back strands.

“You deserve it, sweetie. Forget about that piece of trash and move on with your life! You have all summer to find a new beau,” he chimed, “Where are you going tonight again?”

“Just dinner with the girls. My friend Sarah’s dad got us reservations to Chalet Basque so we’ll definitely be treating ourselves.”

You giggled when he began doing fake French impressions of the servers. Leave it to him to lighten your mood during trying times. When he finished the last curl, he basked you in a hairspray that smelled like rosewater and spun you in the seat for the final ‘voila’ moment.

Boris never failed to make you feel like a full-on beauty queen during your weekly glam seshs.

As he undid the little cape around you, you spotted a familiar combo of tall dark and handsome waltz through the front door from the corner of your eye.

“Shit,” you cursed, a little louder than intended, and shielded your face, “It’s him! And he brought the girl!”

Boris’ eyes widened. “That’s her?” he yelled-whispered, eyeing the couple that just plopped down in the waiting area, “Oh you’re so much prettier.”

You smiled and covertly peeked over at them-- the island’s new supposed ‘power couple’. You almost hurled when you heard kids on the Eight were coining them that name.

There he sat, Max Vega, in all his preppy, muscular, Spanish-rooted glory. He was even wearing the expensive polo you got him last Christmas. Oh, he looked so cute with his jet black hair slightly slicked back with a single strand hanging on his forehead. Just the way you loved it.

Tucked under his arm was his new trophy girl. Her beach-waved blonde hair came all the way down to her perfectly shaped hips and her tan model legs draped across his while they watched some video together on his phone.

Your heart sank at the way he tapped her nose when he said something cute to her. The same way he used to do to you.

Before you could turn away, his chestnut eyes met yours and he stiffened. You hurriedly tried to avert your gaze, but saw him begin walking over to you through Boris’ giant mirror nonetheless.

“Y/n!” he greeted, coming up behind you.

“Max! Oh what a surprise!” you mimicked his fake seething enthusiasm, whipping around the chair.

“Yeah,” he scratched the back of his neck, “I didn’t think I’d run into you here.”

You held back a scoff. As if you hadn’t made weekly trips to the place to get your hair, nails, and eyebrows done since you were ten. You seriously wondered sometimes if you were truly in love him or if he was just pretty.

His girl stood a little behind him, clutching onto his toned arm like a shy little bunny. “Anyways,” he snaked his hand to the small of her back, “This is Anya. She’s my dad’s partner’s daughter from Huntington Beach and is staying in our guest house for the summer.”

The giant perky blonde straightened her back and held out her hand, that wasn’t wrapped around your ex-man, to you. “Hey girl! It’s so nice to meet one of Max’s friends!”

You heard Boris lightly gag in the background and had to suppress your impending laughter.

With all the willpower you could muster up, you rose from the chair and put on the most forced smile you have ever done. “I’m y/n, nice to meet you too.”

“So uh, you look nice,” Max noted at your elaborate hairdo, “What’s the occasion?”

“I-”

“She’s actually going on a date tonight,” Boris butted-in as-a-matter-of-factly. You whisked your head around to the man, giving him a frantic ‘wtf’ look.

Max wrinkled his brows. “Oh... well that’s nice. Who with?”

You racked your brain for a name. Any name.

Briefly, you glanced out the shop window and caught a glimpse of a trio skipping by outside. One of your friends, Kiara Carrera, linked arms with two of her best guy friends as they munched on ice cream cones from next door. Your eyes fixated on a certain blonde boy in a snapback and untucked black button up.

Bingo.

“Uh, it’s with JJ. JJ Maybank. You know him right?” you brought up slyly.

Your ex was definitely taken aback- especially at the mention of the one guy he despised most on the island. “Oh, what? W-Wow,” he sputtered, “I didn’t know you guys talked like that.”

“Yeah, I mean it just kind of happened. Sarah set us up,” you continued to fib, crossing your arms. You felt bad having to lie like that, but the look of pain and confusion on Max’s face almost made it worth it.

Almost.

Before he could pry any further, the nail technician called for Anya from the other side of the salon.

She cheered and bid you goodbye before yanking Max along with her to get their couple’s treatment. The same one he refused to get with you no matter how many times your begged. Who knew all it took was a leggy blonde with a butt thrice the size of yours to do the trick.

You sighed in relief once they disappeared to the pedicure station and smacked Boris’ arm. “What’d you do that for?! A date?! He had to know I was lying!”

“Ow!” he rubbed his tattooed arm, “Look, if he’s moving on, then you gotta act like you are too. Trust me, you’ll thank me later for this.”

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note: lowkey basing the girl off of cher horowitz from clueless lmao. anyways chapter two to come

chapter two

#Outer Banks #outerbanks #outer banks imagine #outer banks fanfiction #obx fanfiction #obx imagine #jj obx #obx #sarah cameron #jj x reader #JJ Imagine #jj fanfiction #jj #jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x you #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank x y/n

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therepublicofletters · 3 years

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Crept your 'War and Peace' tag and -- in Sergei Bondarchuk's colossal many-hour multi-part film, he so magnificently NAILED that moment on the field of Austerlitz, with the infinite sky and Napoleon's 'Voila une belle mort' to an Andrei arranged in the foreground like a ten-foot-wide Romantic salon painting

Ooh, amazing! I'll have to watch it!

#it's strange that i read that a year ago #it feels much longer #personal correspondence #war and peace

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alexandermlaw · 3 years

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A Complete Guide On Professional Acrylic Nails

Every woman loves to have acrylic nails. It defines beauty in the glamour world. But there are always a lot of questions going around acrylic nails. For example, how much do the nails cost? Are they safe? Do they hurt? Many women haven't tried acrylic nails but are curious about having them. Hence, to solve your confusion, we have come with a Beauty Guide that will answer and cover all your doubts regarding acrylic nails.

What are acrylic nails?

When combined with liquid and powdered acrylic merchandise, nail extensions or nail enhancements give rise to acrylic nails. The extensions are shaped onto your nails with a brush and slowly air-dried. If you want to change the shape of your nails or extend them, go for acrylic nails.

What is the cost of acrylic nails?

Depending on various salons and nail technicians, the price of acrylic nails may vary. If you go for a mid-range acrylic manicure, it ranges from $35 to $45. For lighter colors such as pink or white, the prices can increase to $60 to $70. The price can increase to $100 to $200 if you go for the fancy nail selections such as coffin acrylic nails or holiday-themed acrylic nails. Experts suggest not getting tempted by cheap or low-quality acrylics because it can end up damaging your nails.

Can your nails get damaged if you get acrylic nails?

One of the common dilemmas that most people go through is whether acrylic nails damage your nails or not? Some people develop a contact allergy to the glues or dyes that are used during the process. In such scenarios, you should remove them and consult a dermatologist. After application, if you don't see any such issues, it is advisable to take good care of your nails and prevent nail infections.

Steps for applying Acrylic nails

To get a good experience, you must follow the below steps to avoid a viral salon horror story.

·Before the appointment, make sure you prep up your original nails. For example, if your nails are brittle, get them back to optimal health. You can use various nail treatment oils to achieve good health for your nails.

·Make sure to sterilize the tools before you start with the process. Otherwise, it can lead to infections and ruin the overall look of the manicure.

·Manicure is important. It will prepare the base for the acrylic nails and make them look neater.

·Select the shape and length of the nails.

· Apply adhesive on your nail bed before fixing the acrylic nails. After that, sand down and shape it.

· Apply a coat of nail polish of your favorite color.

Voila! Your acrylic nails are ready.

How to remove acrylic nails?

You can either visit a Professional Salon to take it out, or you can do it at home. If you want to do it by yourself, soak each nail in acetone. Once the acrylic is soft enough, you can gently remove it from the nail bed.

To make acrylic nails last longer, take care of your nails and keep moisturizing them.

#Professional Acrylic Nails #Beauty Salon #Beauty Guide

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path-of-my-childhood · 5 years

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voilanailsalon: Thank you Taylor Swift and Gigi Hadid for coming to Voila Nail Salon!

#TBT #swift rare #nail salon #los angeles #taylor swift #gigi hadid #1989 era

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kumkaniudaku · 6 years

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Micah’s Battle

A/N: Here’s something I promised a while ago and now it feels right. It was inspired by that picture (that I won’t post) of Chadwick and the cute little girl walking around what I assume was LA. Also, the photoed child is what I imagine Micah to look like.

Warnings: None

“And...voila!” Chadwick exclaimed, standing from his position on the floor and stepping back to look at his creation. “Look, baby. I think I did a damn good job.”

Turning your body, you stopped your task for a moment to look over at him and then down to pile of screws near the constructed baby crib. “It does look good but, I think you’re missing something.”

His eyes followed yours before offering a cheeky grin, “Those are just extras.”

“Extras my ass. If my baby falls out of that crib, I’m leaving you.”

“You wouldn’t leave me, baby.”

Your grunt in response made him laugh, the sound booming in the half finished baby room. At just over seven months pregnant, the race to finish Noah’s nursery was on. Soon, your ability and desire to move would diminish leaving Chadwick to finish on his own. While you trusted your husband, you weren’t sure of his interior designing skills.

While Chadwick attempted to figure out where he went wrong, you continued to place pictures on the newly painted wall.

Noah’s room was themed to honor the African continent, featuring framed photos of animals associated with the continent on the wall behind his crib. The individual letters of his name hung on the creme colored wall above his changing area, each one painted in a different animal pattern. Chadwick’s personal touch, a plush rug in the shape of the continent, sat in the middle of the room. After today, the only job left would be to bring in the chosen furniture and stock the room with all of his newborn items.

You worked in relative silence alongside your husband, both of you occasionally humming to the songs playing from his iPhone. A familiar set of footsteps excitedly shuffled down the hallway until they stopped in the bedroom’s doorway.

“Hey, Boop,” you cooed, smiling at her. “What’s going on, pretty girl?”

“Nothing!” She happily skipped into the room, stopping at your stomach to listen for movement before hugging your legs. “Daddy, can we play now?”

“In a minute, Princess. Daddy’s busy.” With his back turned, he missed the disappointed frown on his daughter’s face.

Looking between his focused expression and her sad eyes, you stepped in. “Mikey, why don’t you go and wait in the kitchen for me. We’ll bake some cookies and make hot cocoa. That sound fun, Diva?”

“Yes ma’am.” Though she agreed, the thought of baking with you wasn’t nearly as exciting as play wrestling with her Dad. She quietly shuffled out of the room, head down and shoulders slumped. Waiting until she was out of earshot, you turned to Chadwick.

“Aaron.”

“Yes, baby?” His tone was still disinterested, matching his body language as his back remained turned to you.

“You hurt her feelings.”

“Whose feelings?”

“Mikey’s.”

Lifting his head, he stopped tinkering with the baby crib and turned on his butt to face you. “What did I do?”

“As much as she loves me, baking cookies isn’t what she came in here to ask about. Your daughter misses you.”

“But I’ve been here the whole time? I haven’t left in months.”

“Baby,” placing the picture in your hand on the floor, you waddled to him and extended your hands to help him stand. When he was on his feet, you cupped his face on both sides. “She needs your attention. You’re her best friend. When’s the last time you two spent time together?”

“I mean, I picked her up from school the other day.”

“To take her to the dentist,” you laughed. “That’s not quality bonding.”

“But, baby-”

“Take a break for a day. Remind her that she’s still your little girl. Show her that the new baby won’t take away from that.” You watched his head drop in shame at the realization that he’d been unintentionally neglecting his first born. Kissing his forehead, you lifted his chin so that he was level with you. “Hey, don’t beat yourself up. You didn’t mean it.”

“Yeah but, I should’ve been paying attention. My Princess probably thinks I don’t care about her.”

“Impossible,” you encouraged. “I tell her all the time how much you love her. “Just...give her some attention. Boop’s gonna love any time spent with Daddy.”

“Can I join y’all for the cookies?”

Giggling, you pecked his bottom lip before breaking the embrace. “Nuh uh. Fix my son’s crib, Bob the Builder. And use the instructions this time!”

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When the crib was finished to your liking, Chadwick began focusing on getting back into Micah’s good graces. Calls were made, reservations were confirmed and schedules were cleared to accommodate his Princess for the entire day. Chadwick was up before the sun, clanging pans in the kitchen in an attempt to make Micah’s favorite breakfast. You helped as much as he would allow, relaying the chocolate chip pancake recipe when he would get off track and setting the table for her arrival.

“Can I come with you guys today, husband?” You asked, sneaking a mini pancake into your mouth. He frowned at your antics, popping your hand when you reached for another and replacing the treat with an apple.

“No, wife. Today is for daddy and daughter bonding.”

“Oh, so, now I can’t bond? Y’all just kicked ole CoCo out the family?”

“Just for a couple hours, baby. Daddy will be back to give you some special attention later on.” He smiled while you rolled your eyes.

“Whatever. My and my baby boy are gonna have a good time. Ain’t that right, Noah,” you rubbed your belly, hoping for some movement. “We gon’ take naps and eat all kinds of food!”

“You’re trying to turn my boy against me already.” With your help, he balanced the platter of pancakes on his arm to carry it to the kitchen table. He smiled at the display, satisfied with the way it looked. Now, the hard part of the day was upon him. “It’s time to go wake up Sleeping Beauty.”

“Good luck with that,” you scoffed. “Resist the urge to knock her out. Be better than me.”

Micah was tough to get to sleep and even tougher to wake up. You battled daily with her, fighting through the whining and pouting just to get her out of the bed and into the bathroom to begin the day. While Chadwick was the more understanding parent, it did little to alter Micah’s morning moods.

Quietly pushing her bedroom door open, he smiled at his little girl. Her sleeping position was almost identical to his usual: an arm and leg draped over her stuffed Black Panther toy and her mouth open while she lightly snored.

Chadwick kept his footsteps quiet before sitting on the bed beside her.

“Hey, baby girl,” he whispered as he rubbed her back. “It’s time to wake up.”

She groaned in response, attempting to turn her back to him and remain asleep. “Daddyyyyy!”

“Oh, not you don’t!” He exclaimed, scooping her up and sitting her in his lap. His animated kisses all over her face and neck finally did the trick, making her open her eyes and lay her head against his chest. “Daddy has a big day planned for you, Boop. You wanna have some fun with me?”

“Yeah! Are we going to the park?”

“Better! We’re going to go the zoo to see your favorite animal.”

“A giraffe!”

Her excitement made him smile. “That’s right, twin! We’re going to see some giraffes. But first, Mama helped me make you breakfast so, we need to go eat before the food gets cold. Is that okay with you?”

Without hesitation, she nodded and wiggled in his lap. Taking her restless movements as a positive response, Chadwick threw her on his shoulders, making sure she was secure before jogging to the kitchen.

Breakfast was a lively affair as Chadwick sought Micah’s approval for the day’s itinerary. In matching outfits that you picked the night before, the tandem hopped into Chadwick’s Tesla to take on the day.

The zoo was the first stop on the list. Micah gaped at the animals and information around her, asking the zookeeper questions whenever she could. Chadwick thought she would explode from excitement during the giraffe feeding, gaining the attention of everyone around her as she squealed from the experience.

“Daddy, can I have one?” She asked wide-eyed when they were back in the car and headed to their next location.

“Uh, maybe we can talk to Mama about a puppy first.”

He knew you would say no but, if he could put off the conversation until the end of the day, she would hopefully forget.

The next stop was a trip to a nearby nail salon to get the Princess the royal treatment. She was greeted by name by the staff and given a tiara as a gift upon entering.

“Welcome, Princess Micah,” the receptionist greeted. “Are you ready for your appointment?”

Looking up at Chadwick for confirmation, he sensed apprehension in her body language.

“Go ahead, twin. She’s gonna take you to get your nails and toes painted like your mom’s. You like that, right?”

“Can you come with me, Daddy? Please?” Her eyes pleaded with him, making it hard for him to decline her offer.

In a matter of minutes, his feet and ankles were submerged in a basin filled with warm water, choosing a pedicure for himself while Micah chose her nail color. Her face scrunched as she looked between shades of blue, making her resemble you.

“You look just like your Mama when you do that, Boop,” he laughed.

“Mommy says that your nails should match the season. What’s the color for February season?”

The nail tech aww’d at her statement, “Would you like to try pink, Princess? For Valentine’s Day?”

Taking a moment to think, she accepted the suggestion. Her face lit up in awe as she watched the technician work magic on her hands and feet. She’d only been allowed to have her nails when you had the time to sit and do it for her, making this a totally new occurence. Now, with the help of her father, she felt like a grown up.

“So, Miss Micah, what do you want to be when you grow up,” the technician asked.

“I wanna be a doctor and a soccer player!”

“Sounds like you’ll be making a lot of money. You ready to retire, Dad?”

“I can’t retire as long her and her mother keep up this designer shoe habit.”

When the process was finally over, Micah marveled at the pink polish and silver glitter adorning her hands and feet. So much so that she all but demanded that her father send a picture of the creation to you before they could continue their journey.

With Micah’s excitement at an all time high, Chadwick wanted to get in her last surprise before she came crashing down. Another shriek of excitement filled the backseat once the sign of her favorite pizza parlour came into view. As a whole, the family had been following Chadwick’s vegan lifestyle, keeping the growing child away from her favorite meal.

Still having enough energy to talk, Micah filled her dad in on all the first grade drama at school. She remained tight lipped about a possible “boyfriend” but shared all of the details she could remember about her recent field trip to a wildlife center and the new words she was learning to spell.

“Well, when your brother gets here, you’ll be ready to teach him everything you know, right? He’s gonna need your help.”

At the mention of her sibling, her mood took a noticeable turn. “Daddy, I don’t want a brother anymore.”

“Why not, Boop? You were so excited.”

“Because, when he comes, you won’t like me anymore.”

Chadwick’s heart broke at her explanation. His worst fear was coming to fruition. Sliding into the booth beside her, he quickly picked her up and sat her in his lap to face him.

“Listen to me, twin. Me and your Mama will love you forever. It doesn’t matter if we have ten more babies after this, you are still our baby girl.”

“But you don’t play with me anymore. You’re always doing baby stuff with Mama.”

“I’m sorry, Princess,” he apologized, hugging her close. “I promise, I to play with you more often. You’re my best friend and I don’t want to ever hurt your feelings. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

Unconvinced, Chadwick tickled her sides. “I don’t believe you. Let me see that pretty smile!” Giggling and twisting in his arms to free herself from the comedic attack, she revealed a missing tooth in her bottom row. “Who’s my twin?”

“I am!”

“Who’s always gonna be my big girl?”

“Me!”

“Alriiiight,” holding out his hand, he signaled for Micah’s hand to collide with his before pulling her into another hug.

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It only took the 20 minute drive back home for the energetic five year old to succumb to the events of the day. Chadwick stole glances at her sleeping frame every so often, silently thanking God for blessing him with his baby girl.

Posted in the living room with an assortment of snacks, you couldn’t help but swoon as he carried her past you and into her bedroom to sleep the rest of the day off. When he returned, he flopped down in the space beside you to rest his head in the little bit of lap you had left.

“Did you have a good time,” you asked, playing with a stray grey hair tangled in his coils. “You look worn out.”

“I am, baby. I don’t know how you do it,” He rubbed at his temples as he tilted his head to look up at you. “But we had a good time. She knows that we’re not trying to replace her now.”

“Did she really think that? My poor baby! I’m gonna go give her kisses.” You started to get up when Chadwick pulled you back down with a chuckle.

“Calm down. I told her how much we love her and that she’ll always be our baby. Everything is good now.” He waited for your worried facial expression to change before lifting your shirt and placing a gentle kiss on your stomach. “How’s the love of my life and my son?”

“I’m swollen and irritable but, watch this!” Grabbing your phone, you pressed play and held the speaker close to your stomach. “Put your hand on the top on my belly.”

“I ain't no joke, I use to let the mic smoke. Now I slam it when I'm done and make sure it's broke. When I'm gone I wrote this song 'cause I won't let nobody press up and mess up the scene I set.”

The first verse of Rakim’s “I Ain’t No Joke” muffled against your swollen stomach as you waited for action. Soon, a strong kick from the inside rocked Chadwick’s hand to his surprise. The more the song played, the more Noah made his presence known.

“My boy is a Rakim fan,” Chadwick laughed looking from you to your stomach. “What you know about Rakim, AJ?”

“His mama is keeping him cultured!”

“And I love her for that. C’mere, girl.” Sitting up, he gave you a few quick pecks to show his appreciation. When the room was silent, you allowed your head to rest against the back of the couch while you closed your eyes, enjoying the quiet intimacy. “Hey, baby, who is Dominic?”

“Hmm,” you answered a little too quickly, clamping your eyes shut to avoid his glare.

“If you can ‘huh’, you can hear. Who is Dominic? Mikey won’t say anything so, I expect my wife to tell me.”

“Oh, spare me! He’s just a little boy in her class that has a crush on her. It’s no big deal.”

Chadwick shot you an incredulous look from his position in your lap. “When can I meet him?”

“I’m not allowing you to shake down a six year old.”

“That’s okay, CoCo, I’ll get to him one day.” turning on his side to face you, he began talking to your stomach. “You got an assignment when you get out here, Little Aaron. Protect big sis at all costs. No boys without the last name Green or Boseman allowed!”

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