Chapter 4 – Seeing

Eleanor's feet hurt like never before in her entire life.

They haven't even been through half of Vegas but she had her doubts if she could have walked one more step in her heels.

Jasper had shown her a lot today. Much more than she would have guessed.

They've been to all these little places a tourist would never find, only someone who grew up in the area. All of the big tourist attractions they skipped right away, only seen most of them from afar.

Later Eleanor dragged Jasper in different stores. After all she didn't have any clothes or even underwear to change and she didn't want to destroy more of Jaspers shirts.

He hadn't been overly fond of going shopping but he did enjoy a lot how Eleanor presented every new piece of clothing to him with a teasing smile on her lips. In his opinion she could wear the ugliest dress in the world and would still be beautiful but those short skirts and tight shirts didn't work to her disadvantage at all.

(Luckily for Jasper Eleanor had her credit card with her.)

The entire day had been one of the best in her life. None of the royal parties or high society events could compete. Not even a little.

She felt like herself.

And she hadn't done that in a long time. Not even with Beck.

Jasper as well couldn't remember when he felt so good the last time.

Sure, he was always happy when he was with Eleanor but without having to hide from the public and without all the pressure of the palace this was a complete new situation. Like they could do anything they want and absolutely no one could keep them from doing so.

Until the phone call came.

Jaspers lawyer – which he couldn't reach in the morning – called back. His secretary gave them an appointment for the next morning.

Eleanor tried her best not to be disappointed about it. She almost forgot that it was a bad thing to be married to Jasper.

It felt so natural.

As if it was supposed to be.

But she had to be honest with herself.

Why would Jasper want to be married to someone as broken as her anyway?

It was already dark outside when the two of them got home to Jasper's flat.

After ordering pizza Eleanor stole – once again – Jaspers clothes.

Something a little more comfortable this time.

Turned out Jasper did hate nothing more than peperoni on pizza while Eleanor absolutely loved it.

It felt so good to know things about him. The small things – what he liked to eat, how he drank his coffee.

Step by step Eleanor got to know who Jasper Frost really was.

And so far she liked it a lot.

Except for his taste in movies.

Seriously, why the hell would he like horror movies of all kind but had never seen any of the Star Wars movies? Not even the original ones. It didn't make any sense to her and because he could never deny her anything they settled for the first of the original Star Wars movies.

Jasper wasn't particularly interested in watching it but he loved to see her excited about things and if he had to watch a movie with her to see her smile then he would definitely do that.

It was pure joy seeing her on his couch in his clothes biting into a slice of peperoni pizza. How her eyes lit up when the movie started.

He wished it would last forever.

Eleanor noticed her husband staring at her. He used to do that back at the palace. Usually she didn't mind. Actually she kind of liked it to have his eyes on her - and only on her. But he was supposed to watch the movie or he'd miss the entire plot.

"Don't look at me, bodyguard. Look at the TV!"

"But I like looking at you, princess."

She only rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"You are such an idiot."

He came closer and Eleanor felt herself leaning into his warmth. He kissed the side of her face and she could feel her heartbeat fasten. What was that movie about again?

Jaspers hands wandered along her leg – sadly covered in his sweatpants but Eleanor was sure it wasn't going to stay like that.

In a swift motion the Princess turned around and pushed her man down onto the cushion.

His hands grabbed her waist pulling her down to his body. Eleanor slipped her hands under his shirt and quickly Jasper helped her to get rid of the useless piece of fabric. She leaned down to kiss him furiously. She missed his touch, his kisses. It felt so good feeling his body skin on hers.

But for Jasper it wasn't enough yet.

He lifted her hips a bit so she could quickly slide down her pants. He mirrored her action and when the princess was seated on his lap again he could only watch in amazement as he pulled her shirt over her own head, her eyes so clearly filled with desire.

Desire for him.

And only for him.

He didn't know how he deserved her. He probably didn't deserve a woman like her at all.

Tomorrow all of this will be over.

Once they were divorced both of them would continue as if nothing happened in Vegas. They would just forget about their short marriage, a story so embarrassing you can't even tell your grandkids one day.

It was only their second and last night as a married couple and there was a good chance Eleanor and Jasper would never see each other again, with her back at the palace and him here in Vegas. The princess and the bodyguard, a relationship that should have never existed in the first place.

It went unspoken as their bodies moved in sync as if they needed each other's touch to survive but tonight they would make the most out of the little chance they were given.

Even if it will be all over tomorrow.

I'm sorry it took so long but now I'm mostly satisfied with this chapter:)

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