Review: The Princess & the Prospect

The Princess & the Prospect by Christine Michelle
My rating: 2 of 5 stars

2 ⭐⭐ - Meh!
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“What’s up? Really? I’ve been waiting 45 fuckin’ minutes for this shit-show to get started. I’m done. They can come find me another day, when I’m not busy, and not being held up by their lying daughter doing God knows what in order to make her grand entrance.”

Instead, it felt false rolling around my head. I’d probably never say it out loud, because we weren’t really married. He’d made that clear when he refused to supply wedding rings, or even kiss me when the Justice of the Peace told him he could. No, what we were was a business transaction on paper only. The tears burning my eyes threatened to spill over again. I refused to let him see any more of them though.

I watched as Joker finished off a bottle of beer and tossed the empty into the trashcan near the pool table. Then he swatted one of the girl’s asses and she turned to head to the bar. She stood right beside me as she ordered two beers. One was for her and the other was for Joker.

Joker had his hand wrapped in a blond woman’s hair and the other firmly holding her waist close to his own. Their lips were locked in a steamy kiss that seemed to go on forever. Her hands were each buried in a back pocket of his jeans and his hair. The clinch they were in was more along the lines of what I’d expected at my own wedding when the Justice of the Peace informed Joker he could now kiss his bride.

Honestly, I don’t expect him to remember you were even here until sometime tomorrow anyway.”

“You told me to cuddle up with you after I sucked you off last night,” she said as her bottom lip poked out in a pout.

“Got your dick wet with some strange bitch on your wedding night while your pregnant, 17-year-old wife probably had a front row seat to you doing it. Once you wrap your head around that, maybe you can pull the stick out of your ass and realize people fuck up, and what you just did – it makes her mistake pale in comparison.

Even fast-forwarding through most of the night I could see the devastation on Anna’s face as she witnessed woman after woman pawing all over me as I did nothing to discourage it. Fuck.

The picture Melody sent was of the blond woman I’d seen making out with Joker last night right before I left with Merc. She was on her knees in front of him – my husband – on our wedding night. He had his fingers tangled in her hair and his head thrown back in ecstasy. The angle was just tilted to the side enough that I could see it hadn’t been faked. The woman on her knees in front of him had his dick in her mouth as her eyes were rolled up toward his face, seeking his approval or something.

You may have messed up by lying in the beginning, but that doesn’t give him the right to treat you like a punching bag for it.

The man that sat beside me watching me take everything in was cold, mean, and heartless. He was the man who cheated on me on our wedding night.

He didn’t’ even stay to see me safely inside or show me around.

My brother was right. Reality didn’t meet my expectations. It killed them, along with the dreams I’d had for my future.

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