Reveal Me A Billionaire Bdsm Forbidden Romance The Beckett Brothers - Chapter 35

Chapter 35 'He must really like you.' Kat is scooping up bouquets of roses and rearranging them around my private sleeping quarters. As far as the rest of the staff are concerned-especially Mrs Medway-the flowers and the art supplies were from Finegan. For everyone's sake-especially my mother's-it's better that way. 'I like him.' I bite my lower lip. 'A lot.' Understatement of the century. We're in way over our heads. I twist to face her. 'I'm thinking about stepping down from royal duties.' 'Oh, Princess.' Kat's voice is low and gentle.

She halts her floral arranging and strides across the room to where I'm sitting at the vanity station. 'Is it worth throwing everything away for? You know the Queen will never accept him. Your sisters will be caught between a rock and a hard place. And with Princess Sabrina's wedding only a couple of months away, imagine the uproar. Is it worth it? Is he worth it? You need to be certain before you do something you can't undo.' Our eyes meet in the gilded mirror. She takes a brush and runs it through my hair like she has done a million times before.

'The thing is Kat, he is.' Her hand slows to a stop on my scalp. 'Don't do anything rash. Promise me.' 'I promise.' But I've already done something rash. I've fallen head over heels in love with a man who not only lacks a title but owns a BDSM club. 'Is he stopping by today? He seems obsessed with your paintings.' He's obsessed with what they represent. He's the only one who sees the truth in them. He's the only one who sees me. And he seems certain they're my way out of this life. 'I'm not sure.' I check my phone again, but he hasn't replied to my thank you message yet.

If I don't see him today, I'll see him tonight. Not that I'll admit that to Kat. It's for her own sake. Plausible deniability if the Queen discovers our dalliances. My phone vibrates on the vanity station in front of me, and I snatch it up eagerly. Not today, Princess. My heart sinks. I guess I can wait a few more hours. I'm breaking you out. We're going on a date. A date? Butterflies swirl and soar in my stomach. This is a new unexpected development. Unless he means a mid-week date at the club? My fingers fly over the keys. To the club? No, somewhere else. You know I can't be seen anywhere.

They'll drag me home before we have time to figure out our future. I'm going to give you a glimpse of the future. The only eyes on you will be mine. A shiver of apprehension skates over my spine, and my stomach flips. 'Kat,' I swivel on my stool to face my friend and confidant. 'Will you cover for me tonight?' She stares at me for a long beat, concern etches into her huge blue eyes.