Off To The Races
A/N: TRR 2 is airing tomorrow! Hooray!
MY HUSBAND IS COMING BACK TO ME! 😍
I know I said my fics are on hold, but I finished writing this yesterday (took me almost a week, I hate myself). So I will post this and then probably disappear for a while, but with good cause. Sorry.
If you’re new to Choices, I would recommend reading this after the corresponding chapter of The Royal Romance.
Title gif is courtesy of the amazing and generous @zigbadboy. Thank you so very much! 😄
And thank you, @lizzybeth1986, for being Miss Data when it comes to Liam and TRR. I don’t know what I’d do here without you. 😭 ❤️️
Thanks in advance for reading!
Pairing: Liam x MC
Books: The Royal Romance 1, LoveHacks
Chapter 5: Off To The Races
“…I am freaking out,
The tiny space of the changing room only added to her anxiety. Riley breathed through her mouth, listening to her sister’s voice on the phone.
"Calm down now. It can’t be that bad. Did Olivia pull a prank on you again?"
"No. Olivia isn’t the problem today. She actually gave me helpful advice. The thing…"
"Whoa, whoa. Hold up. The girl who almost made you kiss the King’s shoe tried to help you?"
"That is so fishy, I can smell it all the way here"
"Let me talk. This is big, okay?”, she took a long breath and told Dani, “The Beaumonts are broke. Maxwell told me last night. Not only are they not going to reimburse me for the Masquerade dress, I am supposed to buy my own dresses and stuff. And that’s a big effing problem because you need a different dress for every stupid event here!"
”Holy… what the fuck? Seriously? And Maxwell couldn’t tell you this before you traveled halfway across the world?“
"He wasn’t supposed to. It’s a prestige issue”, Riley rolled her eyes, “His brother got so mad when Maxwell told me, who by the way, is like Uppity Nobleman #4 from every Victorian play ever"
"Damn. What are you going to do?"
"They say there’s no backing out now"
"You’re actually considering backing out of the competition?"
Riley leaned her back against the wall, frustrated.
"What else am I supposed to do, Dani? I can’t afford all this on my own. Not to mention that I’m at every possible disadvantage here. I’m not Cordonian. I’m not rich. I wasn’t trained since birth to catch a prince! And Olivia said the press is going to be at the Derby today. You know I always make a fool of myself in front of cameras!"
"Jesus Christ, calm the hell down. You can handle this. Just stay out of your own head"
"I can’t. I’m half naked in a Cordonian dressing room and asking my ‘fun’ sister for advice. This is all too much. This was supposed to be an adventure and it isn’t"
"Okay. Okay, relax. I am quite sure money isn’t the issue here. I know you cashed your internship check last month. Knowing you, you still haven’t spent a single cent of it"
"Maybe, but that doesn’t mean I should waste that money on dresses. I already brought along a great dress. But Maxwell keeps telling me that clothes are important when trying to make an impression here"
"A 'great’ dress? Didn’t you just pack that blue tarp you wear to every wedding?"
"Hey! It’s minimalistic"
"If you say so. Look”, Dani said, “Don’t think of this as buying a dress. Think of it as buying opportunities. Opportunities where you can impress Cordonians, make the other suitors shake in their boots, make jaws drop. When you’re Liam’s princess, you are going to think back on this day and laugh that you got an anxiety attack over buying a dress"
Riley straightened up,
"What did you say?"
"About jaws dropping?"
"No. After that"
"Ah, when you will be Liam’s princess…"
Her ears stopped thrumming. There was no need for Riley to hear the rest.
'Liam’s princess - me?'
Well, she still wasn’t sure she wanted to be, but it was quite titillating to imagine.
Waking up to Liam’s sleepy face.
Holding Liam’s hand in public.
Kissing Liam like she were sucking out his soul.
Smithers licking Liam’s face while she watched and wished she was a dog.
And if she needed the Queen’s and the press’s approval to be the one Liam belonged to…
She bought the dress.
Liam couldn’t hide the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. His index finger passed along his lips, trying to relive what he had just shared with Riley (Three days in a row, damn!).
She looked so playful whenever she kissed him.
And a little surprised, like she couldn’t believe what she had just done.
And a little happy, like those quick stolen kisses meant something to her too.
He hadn’t felt like that in a while. So thrilled and…
naughty. Playing maze-tag with Riley had been exciting, to say the least, but
this was different. It was he who had initiated it this time. And god knew
where he got the courage from to do it.
Seeing her all flustered was so new though. He wondered how she would react if someday he were to do… more.
"Just escorted your beloved to the rest of the…"
It was only Drake. He had caught him off-guard. For a moment, Liam stared at his friend, believing he had heard what he was thinking.
"Jumpy, huh?”, Drake smirked at him.
Pretending to flick lint off his suit, Liam kept his eyes averted. He said,
“We should get going. It’s time for the tea party"
"Hold on, Alice. We’re not gonna talk about you asking Lady Riley to sit on your back while you did push-ups?"
"It would have seemed rude not…"
"Yeah, yeah”, Drake grinned, “I bet letting her sit on you while you had your clothes on would have been rude too. By the way, did you notice how she stared at your abs when you stripped? Women, right? A man innocently takes his clothes off right in her face and she shamelessly looks on? I mean, that must have been so embarrassing for you to be objectified like that, for no fault of your own”
Blushing, Liam bit his lip and hastened to leave. Drake egged him on,
“Bet you’re real glad now I dragged you along to the gym with me”
“Shut up”, Liam mumbled and walked ahead.
Laughing, Drake followed him out of the tent.
To be continued.