Aesthetic Credits: Viktoria – FC Joanna Prus
/ Istvan – FC Rob Evans
/ Both images borrowed from their Instagram
/ I own none of these images, all used with love and respect <3
/ Rings – enoirvado / Vegas view – Instagram sin1city / Quotes – all taken from Pinterest and none had credit for where they came from.[/caption]
Jasmine raised to her knees on the huge, soft bed, sitting her glass of fizz on the side and biting her lip as she looked at Istvan hungrily; he was an exceptionally attractive man. His dark skin was absolutely flawless, a gleaming smile, the most striking pale blue eyes… She admired his strong athletic built; she’d run her hands enthusiastically over his pecs and arms in the car on the way to his penthouse suite.
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When her roommate Mike had told her that foreign royalty was scheduled to be in the VIP section of the club tonight she’d rolled her eyes, imagining some stuff old Lord, not a young king that would give an Armani model a run for his money… When she Googled “King Istvan Cordonia” she’d been slack-jawed. Jasmine had made a bit of career out of picking up celebrities and selling her kiss and tell to the trashy mags… Her conquests included an English footballer, the star of one of America’s hottest reality shows and several musicians… She wasn’t a bad person, the trysts were completely consensual and she wasn’t really hurting anyone, these men had a great time in bed with her, so what if they were a little embarrassed when their preferences and kinks ended up in the press…? Hell, Jasmine couldn’t deny that she enjoyed the sex, and the attention in the media… The infamy was the closest she’d ever come to achieving her ambitions as an actress… it certainly wasn’t A-List, but it was something… Hollywood has chewed her up and spat out her dreams after all… Like so many other good looking blonde aspiring actresses she’d left her hometown at 19 and made her way to California… She’d been for more auditions and played more bit-parts than she could remember… She’d been told she was too fat, too thin, not busty enough, too slutty looking, too severe, too old, too young, not just quite what they were after for X, Y, Z… Broken and hardened, she found her way to Vegas, working as a dancer and supplementing her income with her exposes…
She’d did a bit of reading on the young king, he’d married some American waitress, but there were rumours all over the media that the fairytale romance had reached its sell by date… There was a lot of speculation in the media but no definitive answers for their split or whether it was permanent… She’d looked at his wedding photos, pictures of his coronation, paparazzi shots of him and some friends sunning themselves on a yacht off the Italian coast… She’d read articles about his wife. The waitress had come good… Not only had that clever little tart managed to bed a King and get him to marry her, she had managed to slot herself right into Courtly life… Castles and fucking corgis… Designer dresses and getting chauffeured around in a Bentley… It seemed like ‘Queen Viktoria’ was also trying to come off as some sort of Princess Diana figure, working with charities and trying to help those less fortunate… Jasmine had felt a strong pang of jealously, how did this chick manage to snare a man like that when the best Jas herself ever did with these celebs was a one night stand…? Could she be the next American commoner on his arm? Maybe she could turn this into more than a kiss and tell…
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She’d pulled on her most shapely and figure hugging shimmery metallic dress over her Victoria’s Secret Bombshell Bra… The one that lifted her girls just right and gave her a cleavage to die for, even Mike’s boyfriend’s eyes popped out his head when he saw her tonight… The dress was paired with a six inch pair of Louboutins that she’d been able to splurge on after she’d sold the exclusive about the hot young rapper who she’d spent a weekend spanking as he called her ‘mommy’… She went for a voluminous blow-out to her golden blonde hair, she’d yet to meet a man who didn’t like big hair, invitingly round titties, sultry eyes and full red lips…
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When she’d arrived at Hakkasan she’d been ushered straight through, knowing Mike meant that she knew several of the bouncers on the door… She’d hung around with a margharita at the edge of the VIP section observing as King Istvan arrived at the booth…
‘Fuck’ she thought, ‘he is as hot as the pictures on the internet…’.
After they sat down one of his friends grabbed a drink from the server and shimmied off towards the dance floor, he was handsome, not in the same way as Istvan was-he wouldn’t have been out of place in a boy band-Jasmine had to admit that The Dancer was cute, and he had rhythm and some serious swagger. She recognised him from the pictures of the yacht, something Maxwell perhaps? Another man sat next to Istvan. He was ruggedly attractive and had a tall, muscular physique, his white top straining against his broad chest; his thick dark was slightly unruly, but the most noticeable thing about this man was his brooding demeanour as he knocked back what looked like straight liquor… She recognised him from the wedding images of Istvan, she didn’t know his name, but he’d been the Best Man… A fourth man was discretely with the trio of foreigners, she knew from Mike that the King would have security, she supposed that’s who the man standing nearby was…
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The Dancer had been gone for some time when The Groomsman got to his feet. She looked at The Bodyguard out the corner of her eye. She couldn’t believe her luck, the guy was entranced with some giggling girl, twirling a strand of thick auburn hair around her finger… This was it… This was her chance to snare the King… she watched as he closed those eyes, she couldn’t make out how stunningly blue they were in the darkness of the club but they had looked right through her in the images online… She watched as he tapped his foot to the rhythm, swirling his drink in his glass… She just could make out his wedding band was still on his ring finger… Her hopes of turning this into more than a one night fling might not come to anything but still, she could have some fun tonight and earn a few dollars selling the exclusive to the gossip rags tomorrow. She readjusted her cleavage and strutted towards him. She stood there smirking at him, waiting for the King to open his eyes and notice her…
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As they’d chatted he’d been evasive about who he really was, sure he’d given her his actual name, but when she asked what he did for a living he just said he was ‘ran a family business’, no mention of oh, you know, foreign monarchy? Had he been so coy with his waitress, Jasmine wondered. Jas would have to make sure not to let slip that she knew who he was… As evasive as he was about the crown, this gorgeous man seemed a little reckless tonight, maybe it was his breakup? Or maybe he just found her really attractive? Maybe it was that old chestnut ‘what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas’…? She smirked to herself, what happened in Vegas never stayed in Vegas, especially not if you went home with Jasmine Somerville…
Istvan flirted like a devil in the club, his hand on her thigh, his hot breath against her neck as he spoke in her ear. They were dangerously close as they chatted, touching each other when they didn’t have to; it was like electricity passing between them. He was already well oiled with liquor and they shared a couple of drinks before she brushed her face against his, cheek to cheek, suggesting,
“Do you wanna get out of here?”
His piercing eyes locked on hers as he nodded his head, grinning, lifting her chin and placing a hard, dominant kiss on her lips. Jasmine felt herself melt into that kiss, as they parted she laced her fingers through his and stood, she spotted The Groomsman making his way back towards the table. She had to get Istvan out of here before his buddy came back and made him realise that fucking some girl from a nightclub was probably something he’d wake up regretting tomorrow morning… The Bodyguard was still completely distracted so Jasmine tugged Istvan’s hand to get him to his feet, he grabbed his belongings from the table as she moved closer, her perfect breasts brushing against him. She ran her hand down his abs and palmed him through his trousers, mouthing “Let’s go” at him. They were able to slip easily through the crowd towards the door unnoticed by either his friend or his security…
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Istvan walked over to the bed, his eyes unreadable. She wasn’t sure if it was desire or something else. Before she knew what was happening his arm had wrapped around her waist pressing her hard against him and his lips were crashing down against hers; Jasmine let out a soft groan against his lips, she knew she was in for a good time tonight..
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TBC – VP 💖
