Forever Love : An Obsessed Billionaire Romance Standalone (Forever Obsessed), page 1
Forever Love
Scarlett Avery
Copyright © 2022 by Scarlett Avery
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is coincidental.
Edited by John Hudspith
Proofread by Ali Skrzypiec
Forever Love © Scarlett Avery
Forever Obsessed series
ISBN 978-1-77498-099-6
Dedication
To those of us who crave a man who’ll stop at nothing in his pursuit.
He has one target… and that’s you.
Contents
About the Monarchy in this Royal Romance
1. Easton
2. Brielle
3. Brielle
4. Easton
5. Brielle
6. Easton
7. Brielle
8. Easton
9. Brielle
10. Easton
11. Brielle
12. Easton
13. Brielle
14. Brielle
15. Easton
16. Brielle
17. Brielle
18. Easton
19. Brielle
20. Brielle
21. Easton
22. Easton
23. Brielle
24. Brielle
25. Easton
26. Brielle
27. Easton
28. Brielle
29. Easton
30. Brielle
31. Brielle
32. Easton
33. Easton
34. Brielle
35. Brielle
Epilogue
Easton
Extended Epilogue
Easton
The Next Book Boyfriend
Xavier
Scarlett’s Book Banter
Also by Scarlett Avery
About the Monarchy in this Royal Romance
Princess Brielle Elise Madeleine Strasberg of Exton is from the Kingdom of Belzer.
Belzer is a small, but rich European country. People living there are Belzerians. Since Belzer was once ruled by Britain, many still speak with the British accent and use British spelling. Belzer was also once ruled by Sweden, hence the many cultural similarities.
Princess Brielle is 4th in line to the throne.
Princess Brielle’s mother is Princess Janika Levyna Strasberg of Blackcheldale.
Her dad is Prince Janek Tomás Strasberg of Blackcheldale.
Her grandfather is Prince Joachim Christophersen Strasberg of Durhamderry and her grandmother is Princess Birgitta Eloida Strasberg of Durhamderry.
Her great-grandfather, and current ruler of Belzer, is King Dagget.
Her cousin is Princess Blakely Willow Victoria (Lilo) Strasberg of Gyllenhielm (Lilo’s father is Brielle’s uncle).
The other princes, princesses and royals in the book are easy to understand.
Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Easton
Iget off the elevator.
Since my eyes are glued to my phone, it’s only when I spot a pair of polished black military boots near my front door that I pull my gaze up.
Hard blue eyes dart at me with laser precision.
I nod at the woman standing guard in front of my Central Park penthouse.
Her sharp gaze softens and she nods back.
Thank God, I’m a friend and not a foe.
“Good evening, Officer Pavlova,” I say, sliding the phone into the inside pocket of my suit jacket.
“Good evening, Mr. Winchester. It’s always good to see you again,” the tall Russian brunette with a closed face says.
She’s adorned in her trademark black suit and white shirt. The earpiece is a standard accessory.
“Same here.”
“How was the flight home?”
“Even on a private jet, the flight from Tokyo to New York is too long.”
“Flying from the other side of the planet is taxing,” she says.
“It is,” I nod. “You’re alone tonight?”
“Yes, sir. This is a routine visit. One bodyguard can hold the fort.”
I already know that, but I get a kick out of asking the question.
“My sister is in there with your protégé?” I point my thumb towards my door.
“Yes, sir. They’ve been in there for a few hours now.”
“Girls.” I snicker.
“Indeed,” Officer Pavlova says.
“Let’s go see what kind of trouble Sienna has stirred up in my absence.”
“Miss Winchester mentioned you wouldn’t be back until tomorrow.”
“Technically, she’s right. But since everything wrapped up sooner than expected, I decided to come back early and surprise her.”
“In that case, have a good evening, sir.” She offers me a tight nod.
“Officer Pavlova,” I return the favor.
With my colossal fortune, I thank God I don’t need a shadow or two tailing me twenty-four-seven—I just need security on special occasions. That said, when one shows up at my door, I know my sister’s best friend isn’t too far away.
Before I open the door, I can hear thumping and bombastic sounds blaring through the surround sound speakers of my home.
Sienna can’t live without music.
I fetch the key to my penthouse.
I step inside, drop my suitcase, and throw the keys on the console table. I undo my tie and fling it, so it lands right next to the keys.
I’m just about to call my sister’s name when I hear a screeching yelp.
“Oh my God, Sienna!” a voice shouts over the vocals of the latest pop star sensation playing full blast. “Have you lost your ever-loving mind, or is the music so loud I misunderstood you?”
What’s going on?
The music stops.
Thank God.
“Bri, hear me out.”
The girls are in the small office located downstairs.
“This is far-fetched even for you!” Brielle bellows.
“It makes perfect sense, Bri—”
“Sienna, there isn’t anything you can say that will help me forget you just suggested we attend a dirty virgin orgy where we’ll be the pièce de résistance.”
What the fuck?
Not that it’s my habit to eavesdrop, but this I have to hear. I walk as quietly as possible and post myself near the door that’s ajar.
“It’s not a virgin orgy—”
“Virgin auction? Same thing.”
Jesus Christ.
“It’s not!” Sienna says. “You’re twisting things.”
“I see. It’s just a slutty party where one is supposed to throw all caution to the wind and give up one’s inhibitions? Am I close?”
“Bri, the Innocente Ball of Venezia is like an updated version of a debutante ball. For socialites only.”
“Same thing. For the love of God, Si. What were you thinking? It’s unbecoming of us to do such a thing.” Brielle dives into Sienna like the US military uses water as a weapon to slice through IEDs to prevent them from exploding.
“It’s not. It’s a gala,” Sienna insists. “A very posh one. It just so happens that all the women are virgins and all the men are wealthy and successful dot com trailblazers and business moguls from around the world, and they’re looking for a wife.”
Where is that coming from? I’ve always made it my mission that Sienna wants for nothing.
“You’re a complete nutter if you think I’ll go along with it.”
Thank God Princess Brielle has a good head on her shoulders.
“Bri—”
“The whole point of this debauchery party is for us to get taken advantage of because of our status by some teenage geeky nerdy coder—with zero charm and zero social skills—who made a little money like yesterday. Those blokes can’t shag a woman any other way, but at your little kinky ball, we’re easy bait. They can then claim to have bagged an aristocrat—like me—or a rich girl—like you.”
My sister’s best friend is Princess Brielle Elise Madeleine Strasberg of Exton. Her family rules over Belzer—a small, but powerful European country.
“Technically, other than the revenues from my dessert blog, I don’t have much money to my name.”
“Wash your mouth out with soap. The revenues from your blog are far from paltry.”
“I’m doing okay—”
“You’re doing more than okay. You’ve been voted number one in the Top 3 dessert blogs by Saveur magazine’s ‘Saveur 100’ awards. And BBC Foods named you number two ‘dessert blog to watch’—right after famed dessert maven Jewel Bishop. And loads of other international publications have given you accolades since you started the blog.”
“I’m pretty proud.”
She should be. She’s done a kick ass job with that blog.
“All that to say my brother is the rich one,” my sister says.
“That may be the case, but I doubt there’s anything in this world he would refuse you. He’s done an incredible job taking care of you.”
“He’s pretty amazing as far as big brothers go. He’s definitely a keeper.”
“I agree. Easton is an amazing man. You’re lucky.” Is that longing in her voice?
There’s a long stretch of silence before Sienna speaks again. “I never heard you talk about my brother that way. That’s kind of weird.”
“In what way? I was just agreeing with you,” Brielle says.
“In any case, back to the ball. You have it all wrong. The whole point of it is for us to control who gets our cherry.”
Brielle was right. Sienna has lost her goddamn mind.
“My cherry is fine just the way it is and no geeky coder will get close to it.”
I bite off a smile.
“FYI, those men have more than just a little money and they’re well past their teenage years,” my sister says. “They’re grown men sitting at the helm of colossal empires. According to the website, the guys need to have a net worth north of half a billion to attend. So, your cherry will be in good hands.” I’m baffled to hear my sister talk like this. “No chance you’re getting it popped by a prick with a few measly millions in his bank account.”
I fail to see the humor in this.
I ready myself to barge into the office to put an end to this stupidity, when Brielle says, “And going back to your point. How is paying twenty-five thousand dollars to lose said cherry being in control? It’s selling out.”
Excuse me?
“It’s for charity, Bri,” my sister says.
“I’ll just wait until I get married. My husband should be the one popping my cherry. That’s how women in my lineage have been doing it for centuries.”
A salacious thought consumes me.
My mouth on Brielle’s sweet untouched pussy.
And me licking her from her clit to her forbidden hole—also virgin, I presume.
And gorging on her until her slickness is coating my mouth.
Yes, I’d take good care of her virgin pussy.
I can just imagine dipping my very big and hard cock inside her unclaimed pussy. How tight it must be. She’s going to clench around me like a vise.
Is it wrong to admit that I just want to paint her royal ass with my cum?
Am I breaking some kind of law by wanting to corrupt a princess in the best possible way?
Fuck.
I press the palm of my hand against my erection, desperate to relieve the ache there.
It’s been too long.
“And that’s worked well for your parents.” Sienna’s words snap me back to reality. “You’re the one who keeps saying they’re miserable and barely look at each other—let alone talk to each other.”
“That may be the case, but your pop-my-cherry party is wrong. Scandalous even,” Brielle says.
“I disagree.” No one can ever accuse my sister of not being headstrong. “Do you really want to marry a guy your iron-fisted mother chooses for you? Do you want to give him your virginity?” Fuck, I’ll take Brielle’s virginity. “I understand waiting for someone you’ve selected as a husband. Even then, it’s important to test the merchandise beforehand.”
Who the hell is that woman? What kind of Kool-Aid has Sienna been drinking?
She soldiers on. “The last thing you want is to discover on your wedding night that your new husband is nothing more than a prat—as the Brits say—who doesn’t know the first thing about pleasuring you. I bet that would’ve been the case of those blue-blooded boys your mother was pimping.”
“You know very well that it’s a no-go with the three princes my mother was pushing down my throat.”
That’s good news.
“There will be a fourth one, Bri. And if Mommy runs out of options, she’ll force you to marry one of your distant cousins. That woman is determined,” Sienna counters. “It’s a sin that even nowadays your parents get to decide who you spend the rest of your life with.”
So wrong.
So very wrong.
Brielle lets out a long sigh. “That’s the way it’s been done in the Belzer dynasty. I don’t have a choice in the matter. Dad is far more flexible about it, but Mum seems to have a vendetta to settle. She won’t stop with her, ‘If I had to marry a man that was chosen for me, so do you’, and her ‘Some traditions need to be upheld or else it turns into anarchy’.”
“That’s absurd!” Sienna says.
Is it ever.
“And God forbid she’d marry me off to a man who isn’t from Belzer or a neighboring country. It could taint the lineage,” Brielle says with a tinge of sarcasm.
“My God that’s absurd!” Sienna bellows.
“I agree. You’re so lucky. You Americans don’t have to deal with such aristocratic nonsense. You get to marry whomever you want.”
“Plead your case again.” Sienna the consummate negotiator. “You’re too young to settle and way too beautiful.”
Hear, hear.
“Nothing I say gets through to Mum. She’s steadfast in her mission.”
“What if you meet the one, Bri? What if you fall in love? That should trump everything else… even your crusty old royal Belzerian rules.”
My sister is such a sappy romantic.
“And I’m supposed to meet the one at this virgin auction party?”
“The Innocente Ball of Venezia gala,” my sister stresses, “will put us face-to-face with strong men. Decisive men. Powerful men. Alphas.” How the hell does she even know what that means? “Hunks who know how to take control and train you in the bedroom. Or any other room for that matter.”
Huh?
“Train me? I’m not a circus animal, Sienna,” Brielle says.
She’s grown into a feisty woman.
“Bri, you’re a virgin. You’re like a puppy. This gala is what you need so you don’t end up being awkward and inept when you do meet the one.”
For the love of God.
I’ve been leaving my sister to her own devices. That needs to change.
“You can keep your cherry intact if you choose to. The money we pay to attend will be put to good use. Worst case, it will be a fun getaway and a hell of a party.”
Brielle doesn’t respond.
“Invite your cousin Lilo to tag along,” Sienna sweetens the pot. “It’ll be the three of us”
“This sounds like a disaster in the making, Si.”
“Okay, I didn’t want to bring out the big guns—”
“What now?”
“You remember Countess Sigrid Klarskov?”
“Of course. We went to boarding school with her baby sister Carlyle at Wycombe Abbey.”
I sent Sienna to the UK to pursue her studies after she hit puberty. I needed to make sure someone kept a watchful eye on her as my company was exploding.
“Where do you think Sigrid found her hot filthy rich blond god of a husband? The one who happens to be the military’s first in command and best friend to the newly appointed young King Lars Ehlers of Vianden?”
“Really?”
“And you and I both know she’s madly in love. Ditto for him. Carlyle has never been able to shut up about how she wanted what her big sis had.”
“That’s how they met?”
“Yes! I ran into Carlyle a few weeks ago and we got to chatting about men. That’s when she told me in confidence over coffee and apple pie. Sigrid attended the ball five years ago—at the first ever gala—and the rest is history,” Sienna says. “He’s not a royal, but he comes from a wealthy family. And may I point out there isn’t anything shabby about sexy Vladimir Sekelj.”
“No, there isn’t. I wouldn’t mind one of those. Vladimir is very handsome,” Brielle says.
“Personally, I’m hoping to bag a caveman at the gala.”
A caveman?
What kind of trash has my sister been reading?
Brielle laughs.
At least someone finds this amusing.
“Now, you’ve completely lost it, Si. Most of us are looking for a prince and you’re looking for a beast?”
“Sweet and gentle guys make great friends. Not great lovers, and they’ll never hold your attention as husbands.”
“Says the girl with loads of experience,” Brielle says.
“Well… not exactly. I’m as much of a virgin as you are, but a girl can fantasize.”
