Page 41 of The Princess and the SEAL

Then walk away.

Maybe it was the red wine, or maybe it was just because I was a hellion and looking for a fight, but I couldn’t hold my tongue.

“Well, since you two lovebirds are engaged and all, we should just leave you alone to celebrate your engagement. I can call your ‘friends’ a cab. Hey, Princess, maybe you and your fiancé can spend the night together in your suite.”

Giselle placed her hand on my chest, her eyes pleading with me. “Ryan, stop. You knew. Please don’t make a scene.”

I turned to her, my ears pounding, my mind slamming all doors to my heart shut. “Yeah, I knew. But I didn’t think I’d meet him.”

Miguel laughed, whispered something else to one of the girls. She giggled.

He touched Giselle’s arm. “Is there a problem, Giselle? You seem to be quite cozy with your bodyguard.”

I pointed in his face. “Watch it, buddy. I’m warning you. You don’t know who you are talking to.”

But that motherfucker didn’t back down. “Dude, it’s okay. Not sure if Giselle told you, but we aren’t together romantically. It’s an arrangement. Maybe you can teach her some tricks. Just break her in for me. I’ll thank you later.”

That was it. Fuck this dude.

I clenched my hand into a fist and clocked him in the jaw.

“Ryan!” Giselle jerked away from me to Miguel’s side.

Fuck that. Fuck her. Fuck my promise to her father. If she wanted to waste her life with some scumbag like Miguel, I should just let her.

I stormed down the street, not knowing where I was heading. I just wanted to get out of Paris, out of France, back to the USA.

And forget I ever met this princess.