Alex's POV

As I started to kiss Camilla softly from her lips to her earlobe, she moaned with delight. Camilla groaned, "Oh, Alex. More. More!" Her demands were strict as I tore off her corset and entangling his hands on her bra. He was the king. This wasn't any special occasion. This was a daily routine for King Alexander. All the ladies loved him. He was gorgeous, sexy, powerful, and every girl's fantasy. Alex slept with all the mistresses of the kingdom. He was the ruler of Europe. More importantly, he was seductive to every young lady of his kingdom.

Alex got off Camilla and put back on his clothes. Camilla turned to Alex completely disappointed. "Alex, what are you doing? Don't you want to have some more fun?" Camilla pouted as she lay on the bed half-naked.

"As much as my intentions would love to do that, I've got a meeting to attend to. So, if you'll excuse me," Alex replied heading out the door. I stared at my best friend from across the hall. He only looked disappointed in what I became. "Alex, you know that you're late for the meeting? They want you to get married," James whispered.

"That's ridiculous. Why would I get betrothed when I can just knock off every single woman of the kingdom," Alex said snickering at the thought.

"As your best friend Alex, I suggest you find a lady to be wed soon. Or you could lose your title," James said anguishly. The king stopped and turned around. "What?! How dare they do that? I want them beheaded," Alex shouted with rage.

"Alex, what happened to you? Before this entire royal king duties, you were never like this. Plus, you're killing people." Alex turned around and started to spit on James' face, "James, I'm doing what I want to do. Is there a problem with that?"

James threw his hat on the ground and stomped on it. "That's it! I quit. You're being a royal jerk Alex." James walked away from his best friend. Alex ran up to James feeling the guilt for saying those harsh worlds to his loyal best friend.

"I'm sorry, ok? I didn't mean to be as harsh as I sounded."

"Prove it. Your royal majesty. Find ONE girl. Find the one that you love not some toy that you use. Got it?" Alex nodded already thinking of a place he can find a mistress.

After the royal meeting

Alex barely listened to his royal duties. He wanted to get out of there quickly. Alex desired one thing when he was troubled that he knew he couldn't resist. And that was women. Alexander snuck to a bar every night. But, not just any bar. A stripper club with all the prostitutes there.

"You know what I usually order and uh…," King Alexander whispered, "here's a tip. You don't know me." The bartender nodded and went back to his customers. The club was pretty simple with bright neon lights that shown out the entire room. People were dancing while the prostitutes were paid to do their dirty work. Alex made himself comfortable on a stool while he looked at the women, who were half-naked. Dressed in a small, tight corset with a mini-skirt. His ultimate favorite. But out of all the scandalizes there, one appeared to be the most satisfying and most beautiful creature.

Her long, brunette hair fell down to her shoulders and her eyes were those that seem to capture you in a whirlpool of HIS desires. She came up to him and grinded against him, moving her delicate fingers up Alex's chest. She gave him a wink as she strutted down to the next desperate man.

Alex leaned to a man beside him, "Who is that?"

"Oh, her? That's Annemarie. She's worked here for six months, but she's everyone's favorite out of all the others that worked here longer."

Alex smiled at that name. "Annemarie." It was so beautiful and she was so beautiful. It seemed like he needed to have her. One way or another. Suddenly, Alex walked over to Annemarie and grabbed her arm.

"Hey, let me go," she said with fury in her eyes. He smirked seeing how feisty she was.

"Can I talk to you? Annemarie?"

She met his eyes and they held that gaze for what seemed like an eternity. Then, she broke it and walked away to a backdoor.

Annemarie's POV

I stumbled through the back door to the dressing room. That man, he looked familiar. But, when we gazed into each other's eyes, there was something. But, why should I care? All I need now is money. That's the only reason I'm doing this.

"Annemarie? May I have a word with you?"