The Ambassador Ch 10

"I got the twins to lay down," Ben leaned against the door frame, "They're quite stubborn, aren't they?"

I smiled at him, nodding silently.

"Especially the girl…I'm sorry. I don't know their names."

"They don't have any."

"No names?"

I shook my head.

"They're two months old. You haven't named them?"

"I've been too busy and tired to name them. No name ever felt right. Like it fit them."

He stood by the door frame for another minute.

"Are you going to come in?"

"America-."

"He didn't make me come," I blurted, searching for a way to get him to stay. Any way. "When he went down on me, he kind of did, but it wasn't…"

"Go on."

I shook my head, "It was…halfhearted almost. It didn't last very long and it made me feel empty inside. Then, when he was inside me, he just finished. He didn't ask if I got off too or anything. He just…used me.

"You asked me so many questions, but you never asked that one. If I could have a million times with him I wouldn't trade them for a single time with you. Please, Benedict. He used me. But you… you make me feel whole. Please," tears were already pricking at my eyes, "Please. Don't leave me. I can't do this again. I will do anything you want me to, just please don't leave me! I can't take it!"

Ben's eyes darkened, "Anything?"

"Anything!"

He studied me for a second before straightening up, "I'm calling your mother to watch the kids for us. And you. You're going to get into the dress he fucked you in."

"Ben?"

"Don't ask questions, America. Just do it."

Within minutes, we were leaving Nic and the twins in my mother's hands, my gown kicking around me. Ben hadn't dressed up. In fact, his work shirt was unbuttoned, the tie gone, and his jacket on his arm.

The paparazzi was still there, although from far away. The police had put up a barrier around the house, but they were still able to take pictures of Ben and I climbing into the car.

I stayed silent the whole ride and even as Ben led me into the palace. It wasn't until we turned onto a hall that I realized what he was doing, "Ben-."

"I'm going to fuck his memory out of you. There will be no half-hearted orgasms with me, bambino. I'm going to make it so good you'll never want to see his face again. You'll forget his name, how he fucked you, how he ever made you feel."

He grabbed my hand, drawing me to him, "Can I fuck you, Ami? Can I replace those memories of him with ones of me?"

"Ben…" I closed my eyes trying to calm myself down until we got to my office, "You can fuck me any time you want to. I'm yours for the taking."

His eyes got even darker. God, I loved him.

We entered the office and he pinned my waist to the door, bringing his mouth down to kiss me for the first time in two months. It was scathing and hungry, all tongue and teeth and groans.

"What did he do? Take me through it, Ami." He didn't let go of my mouth as he said it.

"He, ohhh, he pinned me just like this." His mouth went to my neck, "He started telling me how he had always wanted to fuck me. Ben!"

He laughed, letting go of my neck, "What next, bambino?"
"I told him to put his mouth to good use."

"And he went down on you?"

His hands started lifting my skirt and I could only nod.

"With you where? On the desk?"

"Yes, then I went down on him between the chairs. Then he pressed my front up against the door and took me there."

"Get up on the desk, bambino, and lift up your skirt."

I swallowed roughly, "Ben, I've just had twins. Down there is never going to be the same."

"Get on the desk, Ami. And spread your legs for me."

I followed his instructions, sitting just how I had with Maxon.

Ben sat for a second looking at me, "Take off your panties for me, bambino."

Again, I did as I was told, listening to the huskiness in his voice. The second I was splayed out for him, he surged towards me like he wouldn't live if he spent another second without his hands on my skin.

His hand automatically checked how wet I was, "Dio. You're soaking wet." His fingers entered me as his tongue went to my clit. He took several long, hard licks on it and I was keening, my head falling back against the wood of the desk.

The thumb of the hand that he had in me came up to take his tongue's place as I panted and moaned, my hands twisting in my skirt. "You like that, bambino?"

My answer came in a loud gasp, "Yes!"

"Better than what he did to you?"

"Fuck, yes!"

"Then tell him." I forced my head up, confused.

He reached into his pants and gave me the phone I thought I had left at home. "You always wanted someone to have to listen to us."

His hand picked up speed and I had to hold in a shout. Ben's hand withdrew a little bit, abating my orgasm while still making it hard to think, "Don't come until he's on the phone, bambino."

This was his plan. Not only to make sure that I knew Ben took care of me better, but to also make sure that Maxon knew it as well. And if I wasn't so far gone I might have said no, but it was so hot and from the way Ben's hand was moving I knew this orgasm was going to leave me a jumbling, shaking mess.

I dialed Maxon's private number quickly, little noises escaping as the phone rang.

Finally, Maxon answered, "America?"

"Maxon," I gasped and automatically Ben's hand returned full force.

I groaned automatically.

"America? Are you okay?" Maxon sounded concerned.

"Never better!" I gasped.

Ben's mouth latched around my clit.

"What's going on?" Maxon asked as my orgasm hit me.

"Fuck! Fuck! Ben!" I screamed.

I breathed heavily into the phone as the other line remained silent.

"Give me the phone, Ami. And get on your knees."

I had him out and in my mouth, moaning at the thick, heavy feeling of having him in my mouth. I cupped his balls as his hand lightly tangled in my hair, unlike Maxon's rough fist.

"She loves going down on me." Ben told Maxon and I moaned again, "That's it, mio caro. Oh God. She told me that you got a taste of what she could do. Trust me, my friend, it was just a taste, otherwise you wouldn't have lasted until the sex. She does this thing with her tongue that would drive any man over the edge. Fuck! Yes. That one, bambino. That's what I'm talking about." He paused for a second, "What were we thinking? We were thinking that I could show you how to make her properly come. One where she screams and shakes. Sometimes she'll even faint."

Ben grabbed one of my hands, "Up, bambino. I think Maxon needs to hear the sound you make when a real man enters you."

He had me up against the door just like Maxon, but unlike the hard, fast strokes Ben pushed into me slowly. I made a high-pitched keen.

"Fuck, Ben!" I was gone, my head falling onto his shoulder, even as the rest of me was pushed up against the door.

Ben's free hand reached around me, his fingers twisting in tight circles around my clit.

I shrieked.

"Every time you think of my wife now, I want you to remember the sounds you could have drawn out of her, but weren't able to. I also want you to remember that the last time you ever heard these sounds come out of her you were a thousand miles away from her and her husband was the one making her feel like this.

"One more thing, Prince Maxon," Ben put the phone up to my mouth and pinched my clit, throwing me over the edge.

I screamed before everything around me went black.

(*&*)?

I woke up in my own bed, Ben beside me.

"How long was I out?" I asked, turning over to face him.

He smiled at me, "You woke up right after I hung up on him. You told me to carry you to the car and then fell asleep. You woke up again enough to come inside and change into sleep clothes.

"I did?"

"You were half asleep when it all happened. It doesn't surprise me that you don't remember."

I blinked a couple of times. "We really did that. We really called the Prince of Illea and made him listen to us fuck each other."

"Phones work both ways. He could have hung up whenever he wanted. I think he was just too surprised to."

"That's not going to help diplomatic relations."

"It helped my relations," Ben said sarcastically.

I laughed, "Well, good for you."

I yawned, covering my mouth. When I looked at him again he looked…guilty.

"Mio amore?" I asked, concerned by his sudden change in demeanor.

"I'm so sorry, America." I pushed up onto my elbow, but before I could say anything his finger covered my lips, "I left you to take care of three kids by yourself, while working a job, and dealing with the media. You should have never been alone to do that."

"You took care of both Nic and I."

"But I had help. More than just your mom. That was before Marlee had her baby and when Celeste came over to help and…I shouldn't have left you."

"You're back now," I said, snuggling closer to him.

"Yeah. Yeah, I am. And I'm not leaving."

(*&*)?

Transcript of The Late Show. Hosted by Galan Skyward

Skyward: New photos have sprung up surrounding what people are now calling the Twin Scandal. Princess America Glowdonio, the mother of the twins has not made any denials or affirmations as to whether the girl and boy born two months ago are Prince Maxon's. In fact, she has not made any statement at all. A woman renowned for her social media usage has stayed quiet, even avoiding face-to-face interactions. Until the pictures that showed up yesterday we have had no idea what has been going on. We don't even know what the children's names are!

But, when we saw the pictures…we were shocked.

The screen shows a sequence of photos starting with America walking down the street with a stroller to her bending over it to her wrapped in her husband's arms sobbing.

Skyward: There are no words that can describe these pictures. The Italian police responded to a call from Prince Benedict after he saw his wife on the television. When they got to the scene, the media had taken to pushing and shoving the princess away from her children to try to take pictures of them.

Regardless of whether people think that Princess America cheated on her husband with our prince or not, one thing is for sure: these pictures show a mother desperately trying to protect her children, and I think a lot of people can understand that and recognize that this altercation should have never happened.

The Italian government has certainly agreed with that. Early this morning Princess Nicoletta, soon to be Queen Nicoletta, gave the Illean press fourty-eight hours to get out of Italy.

Audience: *applauds*

Skyward: As an Illean and as a decent human being, I would like to send my deepest apologies to Princess America. This should have never happened.

(*&*)?

When Maxon exited the council room with some of his advisers, he wasn't expecting to see me there, blocking his path. When he stopped in the middle of the hallway, the men behind him screeching to a halt, we both knew he had fallen into my trap.

And it was a trap, carefully choreographed from the casual, hands-in-pockets stance to the tan pants suit reminiscent of my days as a Five to the scarf with the Italian colors on it.

"We need to talk," I said quietly.

"So we do," he replied before following me into the garden.

When we got to the bench, I turned towards him, not sitting down, "I need to make this quick-."

"So you can go back to fucking your husband with me on the phone?"

I had slapped him across the face before I knew my hand was moving, "You tore apart my family. You tore it to pieces and left to watch it burn from the safety of your own television, but you will always be responsible for it. So, I'll fuck my husband however much I want, and I'll tell both of you how good he makes me feel and how big his cock is until I have him back.

"You almost tore my marriage apart. A good marriage! One full of love and selfless caring. That call was me being a good wife for the first time in almost a year."

"If it was so good, then why did you invite me to your office."

"Because I was sick!"

Maxon remained quiet and for the first time we both got a look at each other. We both looked tired and stressed. The only difference was that the shadows under my eyes were disappearing and his were growing.

"I was sick, Maxon," my voice was barely a whisper as I divulged a secret that no one except my inner circle knew. "After Nicollo was born, I went through post-partum depression. I got help, but some of the pills had…side effects."

"And we were a side effect."

"If I had been in a good state of mind it would have never have happened. But it did. And now I have two more children to look after. So, I didn't come here as a wife or as a diplomat or as someone who fucked you. I came as a mother."

"Yeah? What does that mean?"

I took a step closer to him, "It means that I can threaten your whole existence. I can ruin your country and I will if that's what it takes to let my children go free."

"What are you talking about, America?"

"This, asshole," I shoved the piece of paper I had in my pocket into his chest. "Does that look familiar? It's your executive order to the media to go over and find anything they could on me and the kids and display it in front of the world. By any means necessary."

"And what does this have to do with anything?"

"It means that you have three options. The first is that you deny that you are the twins' father." Maxon scoffed, but I continued. "And you sign over the legal powers that you have over them over to me. That leaves your line of succession open for whatever devil child comes slithering out from between Kriss' legs."

"And the second?"

I took a step closer, "Kriss will never raise those kids as her own, and I would never let her. I would also be incapable of leaving my husband to raise the kids in Illea. Which means that whichever way you look at it, those kids will grow up in Italy and around the Italian Royal Family. With Italian ideas and freedoms and patriotic feelings. By the time Edylinna is able to take the throne of Illea, she will be more than willing to tear your country apart and build it new. You can count on it. She will never get behind the caste system or Illean politics or even her own father's game of manipulating the media. She will destroy it all without a second glance."

"Edylinna?"

"Yes. Benedict named her." Maxon's hands clenched at his sides, "Yes. That's another thing. If you don't sign over your legal rights, your heir will be raised by another man."

Maxon took a deep breath.

"The boy is Ahriono. If you wanted to know. Ben picked that one out as well."

"I will not have my kids calling someone else dad instead of me."

"It doesn't matter. Sign the papers, they call Ben dad. Don't sign the papers, they still call Ben dad."

"And what if I just take the kids away from you? What about that, America?"

"That's truthfully the third option. You sue us for your legal rights to your children and your heir and we show the court just how good you are as a father."

"What do you mean?"

"The order? 'By any means necessary' can mean a lot of things, but since the judge will most likely have seen the photos time and time again they will know that it means putting your children's lives in danger."

"Excuse me?"

"You sent a pack of hound dogs after them. Those reporters kept them up for days on end, sacrificing their well-being to broadcast my humiliation to the world. Then, those same dogs flashed bright lights into their eyes that could have very well ended up permenantly damaging their eyes as they develop, and finally, you are the one responsible for those media pushing up against us and almost trampling them in their hopes of getting a picture."

"You're delusional."

"And yet, I will win the case and your legal rights because you abused your children."

"That's a little far-fetched, America."

"Yet, it's a lot more evidence than you have against me. Who is going to take children away from their mother when she literally covered them with her body to keep them safe?"

Maxon took a deep breath. He knew I was right.

"We both know you can't take care of those kids, Maxon. Sign the papers."

He shifted his stance, "I deny those kids are mine and everyone will know that you came here just to deal with me."

I shook my head, "If anyone asks, I came here to show you a paternity test. That shows that the twins are Ben's."

He shifted, his voice so soft it broke my heart, "They're my kids, America."

"And as a father, this is the best thing you can do for them."

He took a breath of resignation, "What do we say happened to the test."

I took out a paper, "Doctor in Italy made it for me. He has also agreed to answer questions and confirm that I was in his office. I had an appointment set up with him, his assistant saw me go in."

"And he's not tied to the Italian government?"

"No. Nor do I have a personal friendship or relationship with him."

"And that test?"

"Is the official form filled out."

Maxon stayed quiet for a minute, "Where are the papers?"

And the trap sealed shut.

(*&*)?

Transcript of The Late Show. Hosted by Galan Skyward

Skyward: I am so happy to have my next guest with me. He has been in the center of one of the biggest scandals of our time and here he is to-!

I fixed Ben's tie, before smoothing his jacket around his shoulders, "I don't like this, Ami."

"It's for the best," I said.

"Not for you," he caught my hands, "Rethink this plan, bambino. This will follow you around for the rest of your life. The rest of our lives."

"If we can't get over it then the public can get over it. And…I have to accept the consequences. And this is the only way to do it."

Ben kissed my forehead, "Alright, mio caro."

Skyward: Please welcome to the stage: Prince Benedict of Italy.

The Prince enters the stage and waves to the crowd before shaking Skyward's hand and sitting down.

Skyward: So, how are you?

Benedict: I'm great!

Skyward: Really? Because let's be honest, it didn't look like it for a while there.

Benedict: You know, you're right. It was a little hard for a while, but it's getting a lot better now.

Skyward: I'm so happy to hear that. Can you explain to us what exactly happened?

Benedict: Well…to get the whole story, you have to go back to Nicollo's birth because a lot of things happened that Ami and I kept out of the media that we probably should have told people about. After Nic's birth, Ami went through what's called post-partum depression. It was…it was terrible. She couldn't get up out of bed and she was sad all the time and she felt so guilty that she couldn't take care of her son. Nothing we did seemed to help her and we didn't want people to know that she was struggling. We covered it up like it was something to be ashamed about, but that isn't what should have happened. Mental illness isn't something that we should have been ashamed of. It was just something that we shouldn't have felt the need to cover up.

Skyward: Right. Absolutely.

Benedict: But we did get her into the doctor and we started trying different pills and dosages to make her feel better. And in a way that was even worse. Different pills did different things to her. The first pill made her worse, the second made her tired all the time, the third made her paranoid, the fourth made her throw up. The fifth one, the one that she was on when she went to the ball made her irrational.

Skyward: Are you saying that the reason she had sex with Prince Maxon is because she was on drugs?

Benedict: I'm saying that it was a part of it. I'm sure there was more. Obviously the two dated and got very close to marrying so there had to be some attraction left. You don't just walk out of a steady relationship like that and there not be any feelings. But I think that it was also a high, for her at least. Once I realized she was depressed I took the alcohol out of the house, we had no drugs in the house, and I didn't want to pressure her intimately. I think she was forced to feel everything without anything to help her. I didn't give her a crutch, which was good, but it also made her look for something else to make her feel better.

Skyward: And she found that in Prince MAxon.

Benedict: She did.

Skyward: So how did you find out that this had happened?

Benedict: Well, I knew something was wrong by the time she got back to me during the ball, but when the babies came she thought the same thing everyone else did. She thought they were Maxon's, so she told me.

Skyward: I'm assuming you didn't take it well.

Benedict: No, I didn't. And I'll regret that for the rest of my life.

Skyward: *astounded* Why would you say that? I'm sure everyone feels that you did what anyone else would have done.

Benedict: Because I left her. She had twins and a one year old. We were in the car when I left her and she couldn't even get the door open to chase after me. I left her to raise newborns for two months with no help. And I knew that she had post-partum depression the last time and she very well could have had it again. I left her in a situation that no one should have had to go through. I told her not to call, not to come to me, and she didn't.

Skyward: So, until she appeared on television…

Benedict: I had not seen or heard from her at all. And when I saw her trying to protect the kids, I realized how wrong I was. She needed help and no one but me could really give it to her.

Skyward: What about Maxon?

Benedict: Even if he was going to admit that the kids were his, he wasn't going to embarrass his wife again by helping the woman they thought had just given him children.

Skyward: And that's the big question. Prince Maxon has said that they are his children, but now he has retracted that comment. Princess America hasn't said anything about the kids. So, what is the truth?

Benedict: Well. That was a way that I kind of sabotaged her more without meaning to. She had a paternity test very soon after the kids were born, but since I had made her promise not to call me she couldn't tell me the results. So, when I pulled her off the stroller and took her back home, she showed me the results.

Skyward: And they were?

Benedict: That the kids were mine. She showed me a test, I had my own test done. We went through several paternity tests because I couldn't believe it. They looked like they were Maxon's so much that I thought the tests were wrong.

Skyward: But, you obviously believe they're your kids now so what made you realize that they were yours.

Benedict: Well, I didn't realize they were mine exactly. I just realized that it didn't matter. One day, I was sitting with Nic and Edy and America saw us. She looked at me and asked, "Do I need to explain to Nic that you aren't his siblings' father or not?" And I said, "Excuse me?" She said something that just kind of woke me up. She pointed at Edy and said, "Is her father in front of her? Or across an ocean?" And I realized what a sad way that would be for these kids to live, especially when all the tests said that they were mine. It felt like I was trying to cheat them out of a father because of what their mother did when she wasn't in her right mind.

Skyward: So, you're saying that the tests said they were yours, but it wouldn't have mattered, in the end, if they weren't.

Benedict: Exactly. I had no excuse not to act like a father to them.

Skywaard: So, I think what everyone is thinking at this point is why the twins look so much like Maxon if they aren't his.

Benedict: That's what we wondered too. Edy does look a little bit like me, but next to her brother you start to see the similarities between them and Prince Maxon and his mother.

The way the doctor explained it to us is that, they shouldn't look like that with either father.

Skyward: What do you mean?

Benedict: Well, twins typically look at least like each other, but they don't. And they look nothing like their mother, which Ami is very bitter about, by the way.

Skyward: *laughs* I bet she is. So why do the kids look like that?

Benedict: We don't know. And we probably won't know. As far as my side of the family goes, we're pretty well documented, but with Ami's family a lot is up in the air because we don't know what a lot of them looked like. There are no pictures or anything of them because they were Fives and it was too expensive. So, the doctor's best explanation is that someone in her family had blonde hair, and since both red hair and blonde hair are recessive it was carried down the line, but never manifested.

Skyward: Until now.

Benedict: Yes.

Skyward: So, that leaves one more question before we go: when are you going to give that woman a baby that looks like her?

Audience: *laughs*

Benedict: Hopefully soon.

(*&*)?

Mom finally managed to pry the kids out of my arms, reminding me that she had a couple kids herself, "And some of them turned out alright."

As I watched the car go down the road, I felt arms wrap around my waist, "I think I figured out one last thing you have to give me before all is forgiven."

Even though Ben was talking about him forgiving me for cheating on him, his tone was light and joking, "And what is that?"

"Another baby."

I scoffed at him, turning in his arms, "Don't we have enough babies right now? Are we not busy enough for you? How can you think another baby is a good idea right now?"

He kissed me lightly, "You love the thought of another baby. Otherwise, you wouldn't still be in my arms, you'd be yelling at me from across the room."

"I love the idea of a baby, just not now."

"Whenever it happens then." I groaned. Ben kissed my neck, "Come on, bambino. Just like old times. Having sex and feeling the rush of not knowing whether a kid is going to come of it. Fucking each other silly knowing we could be making more than just love."

I laughed, "That was too well played. How long have you had that in your play book?"

"I was waiting for the right time to use it."

I hummed, "Maybe I could be persuaded."

Ben's hands were already starting to roam.

"If I recall," my hands went around his neck as I whispered to him, "Someone said they would beg me for a baby. While fucking me."

Then, I walked out of his arms, walking as confidently as I could toward the bedroom. "If you want a baby, you might just have to get on your knees for it."

He swept me up into his arms, carefully laying me across the bed. Then, he did what I had told him to do, getting on his knees by the bed before pulling my jeans off me. "I'll do whatever I have to, bambino."

I laughed knowing that we would be alright. That if nothing had driven us apart yet, nothing could.