Free Prince's Addiction (The Exiled Royals Series Book 2) by Ivy Iverson Page B

numbers in it. That was better than someone she’d once hacked—if you could call it that—whose password was literally “password.”
    Once she was in, she headed straight for his browser history and the last site he’d been to was “PokerHits.com.” Clicking into it, she was more than able to find his account. God bless autosave on passwords, since that saved her massive amounts of time.
    She logged into it and its stats, shocked a bit even with his reputation to see how many thousands of dollars he’d lost over the last few months. Whatever pity stipend his family had given him for the year had to be running awfully low. She wondered if his cousin even knew. Was that why he was staying at the hotel?
    She made screenshots of everything as well as three other accounts on similar sites and e-mails linking the accounts to Alex and then she both emailed them to herself and uploaded the screen caps to her online drive. It was more than enough to sink any chance Alex had of getting back on the Lavinian throne. Again, even had she suspected, Kate had had no idea how deeply in the red with some of these places he actually was.
    Ouch .
    Sighing, she cleared everything expertly and turned the computer off.
    Shaking her head, she slipped back under Alex’s grip. Now all she needed to do was find a foolproof way to get the evidence to the king and queen. That was a challenge, but she’d weather it.
    It was what she did.

Chapter Fifteen
    Alex grinned at Kate.
    She was already at the dining table in the suite. He’d ordered a feast from room service—being Raymond’s cousin had to be good for something, after all—and she was digging in with gusto to an omelet and some fruit.
    It was a bright, vibrant morning, and he hadn’t felt this good in years. It wasn’t just since his exile, but more since he’d become so troubled and had fallen so hard into his addiction. With Kate by his side, for the first time in a very long time, Alex actually felt hope.
    Then his damn cell rang and the ring tune, The Imperial March from Star Wars , dampened his mood instantly.
    Perfect, Father’s calling .
    He held up a finger to Kate and then went into the bathroom for some privacy. Turning on the phone, he answered, “Father, how are you?”
    “I’m quite alright, thank you, Alexander. I was calling to let you know that Raymond invited us to Nevada. Your mother and I both felt that it had been too long since we checked in on your progress. We’ve rented a reasonably-sized estate on the outskirts of the city. Do you have a pen?”
    “Huh?”
    “You need to write down the address. I know your memory is poor. It’s one of the reasons you could never beat me at chess, that lack of focus and concentration,” his father chided.
    Alex felt his cheeks flare red. That was always what his father did—reminded him that he wasn’t good enough for anything, period. It was almost a perverse talent of Nikolai’s. He insulted his son as easily as if he were breathing. He put the phone on speaker and pulled up the app for notes.
    “Shoot.”
    His father rattled off the address and he saved it. “We’ll be there in three days and we expect you for the big family picnic. Do try and come shaved and looking like a human. You know you always look like you’ve been on a three-day bender in a dark casino in press photos and at functions.”
    Mostly because he had been. There wasn’t time for shaving on a hot streak, after all.
    “I don’t know if I want to come.”
    “If you ever want to be invited back home, you will. The check-in is mandatory. Your mother thinks, based on Raymond and Xavier’s praise, that you’re doing better. I’m far from sold myself, but this is an order. Come to the picnic, Alexander. You’re expected .”
    “Then you’ll at least be proud of my progress. I haven’t gambled…” in public , “…in six months.”
    “I’ll believe it when I see it, son. You never were anything but a lay-about and a