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Getting the princess back to her room while what used to be a "barely-there-dress" was more of a "there-no-more" sort of thing, had proven to be easier than he thought. Closing the doors behind him, he saw her climb into bed and lay on her chest after stripping the remainders of fabric off her body.

She sure was something... She was everything.

Eleanor was his everything and he was gambling her away day by day as he kept up with this sex tape charade.

He had to tell her.

And then what?

Working for the royal family had taught him that there were no happy endings, no knights riding off with the princess into the sunset and that his princess' heart wasn't up for grabs because she was just damaged. A fucked up little girl looking for her next high. With nothing to hold over her head, he was just a temporary fix to her eternal unhappiness. Eleanor couldn't possibly ever feel a thing for him because she was too busy trying not to feel a damn thing.

If he told her, he would lose her.

'And end up in jail' his mind chimed in. He was starting to feel pretty sorry for himself. Almost as sorry as he felt for her.

The young bodyguard undid his bowtie and lost the tuxedo before he made it to her bedside. He thought he would find his goddess ready for a gentler round of worship but instead he came across her fast asleep and probably halfway through her first dream.

No.

Jasper didn't feel sorry for his damaged princess. He felt everything else.

Eleanor didn't feel as sorry for herself as she did for him. She was despicable for what she was about to put him through. It wasn't like she could hate herself any more than she was already used to so she signed the note and placed it on her pillow before she left.

This may have been the one time she woke up before her blackmailer and it all worked to her advantage. Typically, he was awake, waiting for her to regain consciousness so he could have his way with her again. Sometimes he even woke her up with his demanding kisses, already taking advantage of her before she knew who or where she was.

No more. It all ended now. If she didn't end this, whatever this was, this instant, she would lose her nerve and convince her self that she needed him, that this was consensual, that she enjoyed it when in reality this was him manipulating her. He had done enough to ruin her life and the least she could do was throw him out like last week's newspaper. This was the right thing to do. The easiest way to fix the situation.

Or so she told herself over and over as she tore her eyes away from the sleeping man hugging his pillow.

If this was the right thing to do, why didn't it feel like it? Eleanor had taken longer to walk away from her bed, pick up her suitcase and walk out than she had to pack her bag a few minutes ago.

If this was the easiest course of action, why did she feel sick? 'Morning sickness. It's just morning sickness'. The lie wouldn't stick but it was the best one she had come up with. Better than 'Monaco will make this all go away.'

Within seconds of waking up, Jasper knew he was alone in bed. Her feet weren't touching his as they usually did although the rest of her body typically kept its distance. He couldn't hear her breathing, smothering herself with her pillow. Something wasn't right.

He was able to open his eyes comfortably as the curtains had yet to be drawn and only a few rays of peeked through. It was enough to see she had been in her closet and left clothes all over the couch. Glaring down at where he'd last seen her he found a neatly folded note.

You have to be kidding me. He cursed himself for sleeping in as he opened the damn thing.

"Off to Monaco. I expect you to be gone by the time I come back. Your services are no longer needed."

Like hell they're not!

Before he could think straight, he found himself dressed and stuffing her note in his pocket. If she thought she could run off on him every morning, she was surely mistaken. Her little disappearing act the previous morning was one thing but leaving the country?

No fuckin way. He didn't know what he would do when he got his hands on his princess again but he would make sure she couldn't sit comfortably for a week.