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Mark didn’t hesitate for a second, not considering his attire, his crown, or his dignity. He jumped in after the blond in the little black dress in a vain attempt to save the damsel in distress.
The young lady’s head popped out of the water, barely sputtering, and definitely not drowning.
“Are you okay, Miss,” Mark asked when he reached her, standing in the middle of a pool that was shallow enough for her to touch the bottom. Just the same he wrapped his arm around her waist to rescue her and she draped her hands around his broad shoulders, lacing her fingers together behind his neck.
“I think I’ll be alright,” she said, a hint of humor and sarcasm tinging her statement. “Just the same, I’m glad to have a strong man jump in to save me.” Was she flirting with him? Definitely.
“Well it was my fault that you fell,” Mark said, smoothing her long hair across her shoulders. “It was only fair that I should be the one to rescue you.”
Their eyes met and neither looked away. Mark had the overwhelming desire to kiss this girl he didn’t even know.
“What’s your name?” Mark whispered.
“Lyla,” she whispered back. “And yours?”
“Mark.”
“It’s really nice to meet you, Mark.”
“The pleasure is all mine, Lyla.” He loved the way her name rolled off his tongue.
“Prince Marcos,” a man called from beside the pool. “Are you quite alright, Your Highness?”
“I was doing just fine,” Mark grumbled. “Thank you very much.”
Lyla giggled. “Prince Marcos, huh? I guess that would explain the crown.” She raised her hand as if to touch his crown, but Mark grabbed her wrist gently.
“No one is allowed to touch my crown save my manservant and my wife.”
“You’re married?” Lyla pushed him away with disgust lacing her voice.
“No, no, no, not married.” Mark reached for her again. “Please don’t leave. I just meant, until you’re my wife, you can’t touch my crown.”
“Until I’m your wife?” Her jaw dropped and she raised her eyebrows. “Isn’t that kind of presumptuous of you? You think just because you’re a prince you can snap your fingers and demand a woman marry you?”
“Of course not,” Mark insisted. “I would never presume such a thing. A man could only get so lucky to marry a woman such as yourself.” He moved a step toward her again, pushing against the resistance of the water between them, wishing to have her back in his arms.
“What makes you think you’d be lucky to have me for a wife?” she asked, splashing away from him. “You know nothing about me. And don’t you dare say it’s because I’m beautiful. Believe me, I’ve heard it all before.”
“Have you?” Mark couldn’t hide a grin. “Well then, I’ll try to find some other word to describe you.”
“Oh really.” She was still moving away from him, staying barely out of reach and he continued stalking her, purposely keeping a few inches slower than catching her. “Let’s hear your descriptive words, Your Highness.”
“Let’s see… feisty… wet… clumsy.”
“Clumsy?” She stopped and folded her arms across her chest.
“You did fall into a pool after all,” Mark said, lithely slipping himself close to her and wrapping both arms around her waist. “Would you please stand still long enough for me to rescue you… princess.” He added the last word as a reverent whisper.
“Princess, huh?” Lyla gulped, returning her arms to encircle his neck.
“You like the sound of that?” His husky voice was suggestive.
“I’m undecided.”
“How about if we get dried off, change into clean clothes, and I’ll buy you a drink and woo you into the wee hours of the night, sitting beside the pool rather than in it, and by the time you fall into the softness of the pillows in your hotel suite you will have… decided.”
“Hmm… I suppose that is a decent plan.” While she spoke, Mark slid through the water with Lyla in his arms as if truly rescuing her from imminent drowning.
He carried her all the way up the steps leading out of the pool and set her onto her bare feet. Mark raised his eyebrows. “Where are your shoes?”
“Bottom of the pool, I think.” She glanced over toward the deep end and bit her lower lip.
Mark waved for a pool attendant and spoke with authority, “Fetch the lady her shoes, won’t you, kind sir?”
“Of course, Your Highness.” Without hesitation, the young man trudged down the steps into the pool fully clothed and walked toward the deep end, eventually ducking under the water and popping up a moment later holding two black stilettos.
By the time the pool attendant returned to the deck, Mark had waved over his manservant, Collins, and requested a one hundred dirhams note to give to the man for his service.
“Here you are,” Mark said, handing the boy the hundred dirhams note in exchange for the dripping shoes. “Why don’t you take the remainder of the night off, get yourself into some dry clothes and have a drink on me.”
“Thank you, Your Highness.” The young man lowered his head in a brief bow. “It was no trouble at all.”
Mark turned back to Lyla, ceremoniously handing her the shoes. “I believe these belong to you.”
“Why, thank you, Your Highness,” she drawled in a fake Southern American accent. “I think I’ll trade these in for some sandals, or better yet, some fluffy slippers.”
“What do you say we meet back here in twenty minutes clad in robes and fluffy slippers and spend the remainder of the night discussing our many future adventures.”
“I cannot wait to see you in fluffy slippers.” Lyla bit her lip playfully.
“The feeling is mutual.” Mark reached for her hand and touched her knuckles to his lips then backed away slowly, releasing her fingers at the last possible second. “Until we meet again, princess.”
“Likewise, my prince.” Lyla nodded regally as they parted.
Mark could hear her giggling with her friends, and he offered a mock salute to Nicholas’s brothers then strode with purpose away from the pool deck toward the waiting elevator. When they were almost to his suite, Mark grumbled to Collins, “Assist me in removing my crown and fetch me some Tylenol. I have a splitting headache. Oh, and get me the tackiest fluffy slippers you can find.”

“Fantastic wedding.” Marcos held up his glass of Bourbon, toasting with Nick’s brothers while they lounged in chaises by the outdoor pool.
The older Cohen brothers—Liam, Lyle, and Sam—had already tossed back a few drinks each. Nick’s younger brother, Jacob, was not yet eighteen and was sipping a soda.
“I’m glad it’s over,” Liam grumbled. “I haven’t gone that many hours without a drink in years.” He downed another large glass of scotch and laid his head back on the lounge chair, eyes closed and probably not long from needing an escort to his suite for the night.
Nick and Adele had decided not to serve any alcohol at their wedding because Liam had made a complete fool of himself at a wedding less than a year ago. But when the bride and groom snuck away, presumably to head up to their hotel suite, they left the rest of the bridal party to fend for themselves. By eleven-thirty, Marcos suggested that the guys find the tiki bar near the pool.
Since Nick was upstairs doing what Marcos wished he could be doing, he’d better not fault Marcos for having a little fun of his own. They’d attended prep school together, gotten into a little trouble over the years, and were best friends. He was happy for Nick but a little jealous.
Marcos joked about being an eternal bachelor, but that was mostly just to anger his father.
As Nick’s best man, Marcos had nearly upstaged the groom because he was required to wear his crown while attending formal social events. If the occasion warranted a tux, it required at least a simple band of gold around his head.
Marcos wished he could remove his crown. It had been a long day, and he had a headache. Nothing that a little Bourbon couldn’t absolve. He held up his nearly empty glass and lifted his chin to the bartender, requesting that someone bring him another.
There were still quite a few people mingling after the wedding reception, probably seeking out the same thing the guys were, the open tiki bar and a place to kick back and loosen their ties and remove their sport coats. Marcos and the Cohen brothers had even gone so far as removing shoes and socks and rolling up the pant legs of their tuxes.
Marcos was eyeing the pool and its promise to wash away the oppressive heat that never seemed to dissipate in the City of Dubai. That would require the removal of his tux and crown, and that would require traipsing all the way up to his suite and requesting his advisor to assist him. Way too much work just to cool off. He downed the last of his Bourbon as a waitress handed him another.
Because he wasn’t the crown prince, Marcos had very little responsibility except that of a dignitary, schmoozing the world on behalf of the royal family that stayed mostly within the palace walls.
His brother, Crown Prince Jared Sayid had been expected to marry at the ripe old age of sixteen, as was tradition, and produce an heir as quickly as possible. Before his eighteenth birthday, the viral little twerp had gotten his young bride pregnant and then sought comfort in the arms of other women, usually much older women.
As the family’s ambassador, Marcos vowed to be a better example than his older brother, which required him to stay relatively sober and chaste. That forced him to maintain a certain level of discipline.  
Other than young Jacob, who didn’t really count, Marcos was the only guy in the group not either married or in a committed relationship. He could probably have his pick of the single women in this outdoor bar. But that would require getting up from his chaise, and his feet hurt from standing all day.
No, he was happy right here with his drink and his friends.
Until a small group of ladies passed by close enough to catch his attention and up his heart rate. In addition to wedding attendees, guests of the estate mingled in the bar and pool area, including women. Several of them giggled and waved coyly. A blonde in the little black dress held his gaze like a deer caught in the headlights of his imported Bentley.
She was so distracted by their intense connection that she walked right into the pool--
And landed with a giant splash.

Great news Billionaire Crown Prince is now available on Amazon!

Great news Billionaire Crown Prince is now available on Amazon!

Great news Billionaire Crown Prince is now available on Amazon!