Twisted Secrets

CAMILA VON ASCHEBERG

My phone screams out the one alert I've been dreading to hear.

Sofia's in trouble.

I double check, praying I might've heard the specific notification wrong.

"Your highness, are there other more crucial matters then what we are discussing."

What you're discussing is a business plan to get you more money and rob people of their money.
Yeah I'd say my best friend is more crucial.

Is what I want to say. Yet sadly being royalty comes with the responsibility of being polite...to everyone...

"I'd say it be a better way to spend my time, yes." But then again, I am the future queen.

The old man scoffs as he clearly looks offended. "Pardon me your highness-"

"Excuse me gentlemen but I think you'll have to pardon me. As I said, better way to spend my time then letting you all rob my citizens of their hard earned money. A palace guard will see you all out." I say, making my exit of the meeting room in the palace.

"Excuse me miss-"

"It's Your Higness. Get it right or it'll be off with your head." I throw behind my shoulder.

"Cami? What's up-"

"Sofia's in trouble. She set off the alarm in the ring I gave her." I cut Dahlia off.

"Shit" Ethan curses in the group call.

"Do we tell our parents?" I ask as I make my way to the courtyard of the palace, making sure to put an award winning smile on my face for the lurking paparazzi.

"I don't think we could do this without them." Ethan says honestly.

"I agree. Not to mention Sofia would never trigger the ring unless she's on her death bed." Dahlia points out.

"Alright, I'll prepare the royal jet. For now you all can notify our parents. Also, do me a favor. Make sure to notify Lorenzo and Nico as well, for some idiotic reason the assholes won't pick up." I request before hanging up.

NICO VOLKOV

"Oh god!!! Sir please!!" Isabella begs from my lap.

"But it's so fun watching you beg." I counter in between kisses on her neck.

"Please sir! I'll do anything!" She practically screams out, giving me a reason to thank god my office is soundproof.

"Anything?" I ask, thrusting my hips in her. Giving her the slightest bit of friction she so desperately needs.

Her eyes roll back as a moan leaves her plump lips. "Please" her eyes lock onto mine as I note the tears of sexual frustration. I've been cockwarming in her for the past hour or so while I work on my laptop.

Suddenly my phone rings, giving her a mortified expression. She knows I don't give pleasure while on call.

Too many things can go wrong. One sound slips and I'm back to trust fund son who doesn't take anything seriously along with his father's business he doesn't deserve. I know it's bullshit. My family knows it's bullshit. The people whose opinions I care about knows it's bullshit. Yet people's gossip still has influence on my clients and potential client. Clients I would prefer to keep. Most importantly, clients I would prefer to gain.