In the Arms of the Elite (Rich Boys of Burberry Prep, #4)

by C.M. Stunich

“And you are …?” “That’s my girlfriend’s other boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend,” Zayd says, and his friends look at him like he’s lost his damn mind. “Yeah, I forgot to mention that I’m like, poly or something now.”

Zayd and I exchange a look, and he gives me a sly half-smirk. “I would’ve told Lizzie to fuck off by now,” he whispers, and I wrap my arms around his neck and squeeze.

“Your Majesty, indeed. Marry me and make it official. No pre-nup. You can have half my fortune if we ever get divorced.”

“His majesty is trying to think,” Windsor says, speaking up and tapping the side of his head with a single finger. “It's not easy for him, so please, quiet while he concentrates.”

We’ll be celebrating … what is that grisly American holiday that celebrates genocide and racism, Thanksgiving is it? … yes, we’ll be celebrating Thanksgiving

“I’d also like to take this moment to profess my love,” Windsor says, putting his palm over his heart and lifting his chin. “It’s a royal proclamation.”

“You remember that scene in Pretty Woman, right? When Julia Roberts goes to the polo match?” I

“If you’re worried about your tuition, I’ll pay it,” Windsor says, and Tristan drops his gaze to the prince, smirking. “I got a full-ride scholarship, you pompous ass. Guess