His Two Royal Secrets

But best of all, this man hadn’t had any idea who she was.

She could always tell. It was the way they said her name. It was a certain gleam in their eyes. But he’d had none of it.

He’d liked her. Just her.

Just Pia.

She’d planned to hold on to that. She’d wanted to hold on to that. But it seemed that would be one more thing she didn’t get to have.

“Thank you so much for asking about my private life, Matteo,” she said to her brother now. In a decent impression of her mother’s iciest tone, which came more naturally than she’d expected. “But as a matter of fact, I have only ever had sex with one person.”

Then she looked at the man before her, and her memories wouldn’t do her any good, so she cast them aside. No matter how beautiful he was. “And I regret to inform you, but that one person was you.”

But that didn’t have the effect she expected it to have.

Because all the beautiful man before her did was laugh.

At her, if she wasn’t mistaken.

“Like hell,” he said.

And that was when Matteo punched him.

Right in the face.