Free Royal S.O.B. (A Bad Boy Romance) by Kaitlyn Kevette Page B

through her growing years. That was also
why her poetry touched a chord.

 
    As
she grew into her tweens and teens, her poetry matured. It now started to
mirror teen angst; not just hers alone, but that of her entire generation. She
would send her poems to youth magazines, and later to poetry websites. Then of
course she started her own blog to chronicle her writing, which extended beyond
poetry. And the blog, It All Addies Up ,
became one of the most popular young adult blogs as per Alexa's analytics and
ratings.

 
    Now,
as she was about to graduate, her life had taken an unexpected turn. And that
found a resounding echo in her poetry. Here was a girl next door who became,
overnight, a princess. Stuff straight out of fairy tales. Stuff that would have
thrilled many a commoner, but not Addie.

 
    Because
Addie was an uncommon commoner.

Chapter Eighteen

 
 
    It'd
been two days since Pat had gone. And it'd been two days since Kenrick had
stepped out of his chambers. It was perhaps the first time in his adult life
that he stayed put indoors for such a long duration.

 
    Was he truly in love? The man who had
famously derided the most noble of emotions – was he now going to succumb to
the selfsame emotion?

 
    That
was ridiculous. Women were no strangers to him; worse, he could have virtually
any female he set his eyes on. And he preyed on them indiscriminately, to the
point of just using them – their bodies, to be more precise – and throwing them
away as if they were dead to him. Rightly enough, looked at it one way, they
were indeed dead bodies to him, of no more use and hence, discarded at the earliest.

 
    For
the prince and the sole heir apparent to the throne, it was indeed a problem of
plenty. From his position of power, the women just multiplied. The more he had,
the more they appeared, as if falling from the sky.

 
    The
only problem with this kind of abundance was Kenrick never valued its
availability. He started taking things for granted. He felt as if the female
race was made only to satiate his desires, his animal cravings. He felt like an
animal himself.

 
    When
Kenrick saw a woman, he never saw a human being. He only saw an outlet for his
wild side. For him, a female was nothing more than a receptacle for his semen.
And some rigorous, beastly sporting action till he reached there.

 
    Until
he saw Princess Adelaide.

 
    Here
was a girl who, for the first time in his life, was inaccessible for him. Who was this young woman, where did she come
from, why was she wreaking havoc in his easygoing life? What was so special
about her that, in spite of the sudden upgrade in her social status, she
refused to play ball with him?

 
    Kenrick
knew that this kind of thing transpired perhaps once in a century – a commoner
entering the royal family. And when it happened, it was a national event. It
was all over the media and now the Internet. It was the celebration of a
lifetime for those who were fortunate enough to shake off their lowly social
status and climb to the highest stratum in society possible.

 
    When
history repeated this time, everything was predictable. It had captured the
public imagination as always, it was splashed everywhere, it became the toast
of the nation. With one notable exception.

 
    The
commoner that became princess was not suitably impressed.

 
    It
was a complete mystery to Kenrick. What ordinary mortal would not be thrilled
by such an unexpected turn of events? Who would not love to live like the
royalty? What kind of a person would want to stay back in the life of drudgery
that middle class was known for?

 
    That
was it. This girl, Adelaide something, who turned into Princess Adelaide Royce,
was a mystery. It seemed, Kenrick was convinced, that she was no ordinary
mortal.

 
    Could
she be an angel? Could she be of superior intelligence to loathe royalty so
much? Could she be so special that not even the most eligible bachelor in the
country did not