Ch. 5 : Somebody Told me

Disclaimer: I don't own the Royals or its characters although Mr. Frost deserves to be locked up in my basement after last night's #TheRoyalsHangover. That being said, I apologize for the delay and you will get the rest of the story in a timely manner from now on :) Enjoy!

As a man who specialized in security and the safety of his client, Jasper Frost should have sat in traffic and avoided D37 at all costs. Especially on a day like today, when he was in such a hurry. Princess Grace Kelly had missed the right turn just two miles from La Turbie and gone right off the road. As a fellow American, it was not something he cared to reenact. Unfortunately, sitting in traffic until some accident was cleared up was unacceptable when the deadly road was the quickest path to his Princess. So off he went, slowing down for the first time since he'd left her bed the previous morning.

Arriving at the location Marcus' phone had last reported, he parked behind the toy car on display in the driveway and made his way through the villa. He was met with little to no resistance as the security team had actually wondered why he had stayed behind. They even pointed him in the right direction to Her Highness's room, directly across the hall from Liam's. Fortunately enough, the door was open and he came in just in time to see an innocent bystanding Ophelia get snatched into Eleanor's room. Those two had been very sneeky lately and while he would hate to get caught listening in on them, he stood by the door much like he would back at the palace.

"Did you see Beck out there?"

Len asked Ophelia, ignoring her protest. Even the complimentary "nice rack" was quickly dismissed as her friend tossed her a dress and continued her rant. Princess dress up was the order of the day lately.

"Beck was Robert's best friend." The explanation went on as she collected accessories to share. "We basically grew up together. I may have lost my virginity to him."

Ophelia's expresion must have been a distrusting one which lead to the next round of 'information I didn't ask for'.

"Alright, I did. I really did. It was a disaster but then it got better."

The woman before her really was all smiles as she talked about the imaginary Beck, which Phi had yet to run into.

"So you slept with him again?" She dared ask as the frantic princess tossed things around in search for something else she would be forced into. Soon enough a pair of strapy heels were being forced onto her.

"I slept with him a lot. We never dated. But every time he comes around, I fall to pieces and start acting like... well you. Actually."

Ophelia's eyes narrowed as she snatched the shoes out of Len's hands, all the while staring at her in disbelief. Here she was, acting like a 12 year old with a crush on this so called Beck when a day ago she had gotten a positive pregnancy test. Wait.

"Is it his...? Is he the guy?"

Eleanor was still raving absentmindedly when the question cut her off. The guilty look on her face told the american acomplice everything she needed to know. Yet she asked, just to be sure.

"I knew it. Does he know he's going to be a father?"

She had whispered the words but they were still heard loud and clear by the bodyguard at the door. A man now blinded with rage and determination to have a word with this so-called Beck.

A single word was all he would have time for before he killed him.

All boy talk was cut short when commotion from downstairs had Eleanor and Ophelia scrambling to see what was going on. The scene before her made Eleanor cuss under her breath. He wasn't supposed to be here... He wasn't supposed to be here beating the shit out of.. Who the hell was that!?

"Jasper!"

Before she could do anything, Marcus and Liam were on him, pulling him away and into the other room. Once the man with the bloody nose turned out to be one of Gemma's bitches' boy toy, Len dismissed any interest and marched up to the study to find Marcus putting the cuffs on Jasper. His eyes landed on her instantly, giving her a look that required no words. He was furious with her. Something in him snapped... Could it have been her note? Breaking eye contact, she turned to Liam.

"I need to talk to my bodyguard... Alone."

Liam seemed to understand, but Marcus was reluctant to leave her alone with the man who had another man's blood on his shirt. At Liam's request, Marcus stepped out - but not before reminding them he would be right outside the door. After the door closed, Eleanor crossed her arms and just stood there, not knowing what to say, how to insult him to diffuse the situation. There would be no need for any snark on her part since Jasper beat her to it, breaking the silence as he glared at her shoes as if they had crossed him. "So... When did you find time to fuck this Beck anyway?"

Jealousy? This was all over jealousy?! Her heart dared flutter for a split second before she mentally stomped on it, replacing the confusing, unacceptable feeling with anger, an easier emotion to understand and control.

"That is none of your business, bodyguard. You came all the way to Monaco to beat up someone you've never met?"

Standing directly before the man in handcuffs, part of her was glad he was looking away, but the part that betrayed her silently pleaded for him to look at her.

"No. I came to remind you who's in charge after you left me that stupid note - but I would never raise my hand to a pregnant woman."

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