A Royally Inconvenient Marriage

by Pippa Grant

His straining cock reaches for me. I swear it does. It’s like the Go Go Gadget cock.

Pretty sure I’m nailing this parenting thing. Just need her to dye her hair blue, get a tattoo with a boy’s name spelled wrong, and join a grunge polka band to complete my mastery.

His lips quirk. And I realize Viktor isn’t taunting me. He’s flirting with me. Holy Thor on a cupcake, Viktor is flirting with me. He’s pulling my fucking pigtails.

“Forget the king,” Papaya says as she looks around the island. “I’m marrying a freaking billionaire when I grow up.” “Fuck that,” Joey says. “Be the billionaire. Don’t wait for a man to buy an island for you.” “Much better plan,” I agree.

Do I mind dresses? No. But this isn’t merely a dress. It’s what would happen if Zeus and his twin brother went into the fashion industry with a toddler hyped up on cotton candy. More lace! More buttons! More cowbell!

“Finding your person isn’t about being perfect for them. It’s about doing the best you can and accepting that they’re doing the best they can too.”