For weeks, he came to see me, his eyes following me as I worked the pole. Anyone would have noticed him. A man as gorgeous, obviously rich, and young doesn’t really belong in the kind of seedy joint where I take my clothes off to pay the bills.
Callum Noble. An actual, bona fide prince. Or royal psycho, as I call him.
I got a feeling he was there for me specifically, but I didn’t think he’d approach me with an offer like that.
I certainly didn’t think I’d accept.
Royal Doll is for very naughty readers.
