The Princess' Royal Pregnancy by Tova Calgaret (e reader manga txt) 📕

PROLOGUE:
A Day I Will Never Forget!


I was celebrating my good friend's 21st birthday at a club with the gorgeous birthday girl, myself and two other friends. We had fun at her dress-up party, and we went out as what we were dressed up as. The theme of the dress-up party was SEXY.

I was dressed up as a dominatrix. All that my costume was comprised of was a leather and lace micro-mini-skirt that barely covered my rear, a bikini-like halter top that barely covered my breasts properly, a cropped jacket, knee-high 4-inch stiletto-heel boots, and a very cheeky pair if panties, all of which were leather and lace! Oh! I forgot to mention, black mini-fish-nets stockings and, lets not forget my matching leather cap, to cap of my outrageous outfit.

Trisha, she dressed up as a pirate. She wore a skirt as short as mine, but in red silk and black lace, a black corset with two red lace panels in the front of it, a cropped brown leather jacket, knee-high 4-inch chunky-heeled brown leather boots and she wore a black G-string with two red-laced panels at the front, she didn't wear stockings, which was to bring attention to her long, lean legs, and she wore a pirates hat as well.

Jenny, she was dressed as a fairy, all pink satin and mesh. A micro-mini-skirt, a halter top that belted just a few inches below her breasts with the front of her top dipping invitingly over her breasts, strappy 4-inch stiletto-heels, she even had herself a pair of fairy wings, a fairy wand and a tiara.

And Ellayna, the birthday girl, she dressed up as an angel. All white silk and lace, a micro-mini-skirt, a silk bra-bikini-like top that had a lace skirt attached that wafted over her ribs, stopping just above her navel, she was also the only one to wear shorts, or, to put it more correctly, a pair of hot-pants that shoed half her ass, she also had white leather thigh-high 4-inch thick-heel boots with flesh-coloured bra and G-string, she even had angel wings and a halo.

A one point in the night, we had the small stage-like dance-floor to ourselves when our requested song came on over the speakers, Rude Boy by Rihanna and all four of us girl did something that we were planning for ages, a mini-peformance in the club.

After it, we were flooded with guys that were wanting to dance with us. But we settled for four absolutely hot guys, with complexions that spanned from Caramel to Milk-Chocolate.

My friends and I exchanged numbers with the guys and ended up having a late-night roust with them and leaving to go to my place after the guys all fell asleep.

But it was a few weeks later that I had a massive shock, after a few weeks, I didn't feel well at all and mum talked me into taking a pregnancy test. Thank God that it was negative.
But the next week, when my I didn't improve, mum took me to the doctors, who took blood samples among a few other samples.

A few days later, I got a call from the doctor's office receptionist to make an appointment immediately. I asked her if she could make it for tomorrow at the earliest time possible. After that I was put on hold for about three minutes and as soon as she took me off hold, she told me that everything was done and that the doctor would be expecting me at the doctor's surgery at 9am the next morning.

The next day I went into the doctor's office and was not expecting to be bowled-over by the doctor's prognosis. Apparently my one-night-lover, Mahamed Abdul and I, had a contraceptive catastrophe, I was well and truly, 100% pregnant, and for twins no less.

I made a call to Mahamed by way of international call, only to get his personal assistance, also known as, secretary. "You have reached the office of Prince Mahamed Abdul Jr., my name is Serena, how may I help you today?"

"Hello, my name is Bella, I was just wondering if I would be able to speak with Mahamed. It's Urgent." I said politely.

"Prince Mahamed is in a conference at the moment, would you like to leave a message?" Selena said in a clipped tone.

"It's kind of personal." I said honestly, keeping my tone of voice level.

"Well, would you like to leave your name, number and a reference of what is so very urgent." She said sarcastically.

"Umm, my name is Bella Jacobson my number is ..." I rattled off my personal mobile-phone number, "It's in reference of the night at the club in Perth, say its from the 'dominatrix', he would know who it is then." I said, although my words were innocent, they hinted at the sex-fest that happened between myself and Mahamed.

"Will do." She hung up on me, but with those two words, I could tell that she was in love with Mahamed, and was jealous that I had him and she didn't.

"Bitch!" I muttered to myself when she hung up on me. I called mum to tell her that she was going to be a grandmother, then I called my grandmother and told her, but half way through the call, just before I was about to tell her the news, when I had a call coming through on line two, I told her that I would ring her back because I had a call to take. "Hello?" I said as I answered.

"Bella." Came the voice of my babies' daddy.

"Mahamed." I said to him curtly, when all I wanted to do was swear and curse and act like a bitch to him because he got me pregnant, when, I knew deep down, that the fault don't lay on his shoulders or my own, but on both of ours.

"Prince Mahamed, if you would be so kind." He replied, growling slightly.

"PRINCE." I said, laying on the sarcasm thickly, "Mahamed I just have something to tell you that you need to know."

"Can we hurry this along? I have a few hundred things to do and I have a deadline to do it by!" He growled, losing patience.

"Don't worry about it, it ain't that much of importance to you, of course that's compared to your precious work!" I said to him venomously, then hung up on him as he took a breath to say something. He rang me back, but I just ignored it and let it ring through. He rang me again, then he sent a text message to me, 'wat d fuk dd u do d@ 4?' I ignored it and all the times I tried to get in contact with me, I just ignored him like he did to me that day. I rang Grandma back up and told her, I was honestly in a foul mood after all that Mahamed and his hussy of a personal assistant had said to me. But I did try on more than one occasion to tell him that I was pregnant, but I hit the same walls as my first attempt, his pushiness mainly, so I just shut down that avenue of information. But that didn't stop me from keeping in contact with him.

"Elizabella!" David said.

"Yeah?" I said, snapping out of my daze, and looked at David, my boss.


CHAPTER ONE:
Birthday Preperations.


"Did you just hear what I just said?" He asked me irritably.

"Not really," I answered honestly, "I was just stuck into my own thoughts." I said, smiling slightly at the recollection of being a bitch to someone who diserved it.

"Would you be able to pick up the kids today? As you know that we have things to do today."

"Of course! Tyler too?" He nodded. "Did you make sure that the interview I did with you was delivered over town today?" Again, he nodded. "Okay." Just then, the phone on my desk started to ring, I waved David away as I picked up the phone, "Hello, you have reached the office of 'The Hard Facts' newspaper, my name is Bella, how may I help you?"

"Is Jonathon Carlisle their by any chance?"

"Yes he is, but he's flat out now, he has an article to finish by the dead-line. But if you leave your name and number, I can get him to call you back." She rattled off her name and mobile-phone number as I wrote it down and she told me to get him to call her asap, that it was urgent, "I'll get on it right now and I will have him call you as soon as humanly possible. May I inquire as to the reason for the call?"

"No, it really is very personal."

"Okay ma'am, I know how that can be, I will get him to call you immediately."

"Thank you so much, I just had one of those days and no time to sit and relax. You know?"

"Yeah, I am barely seven months pregnant and I have a full day planned, including a reunion with my babies' daddy who was like, so bad to me."

"Oh, you poor thing, if you like I could help you. You know, if you like." She giggled slightly.

"I think that I might need more help then I have at the moment, do you have anything planned for tonight, I could have my mum go and pick you up? Not meaning to sound rude but what size are you?" I asked.

"A 10 usaully, but I am a 12 now." She told me softly.

"Great, your the same size as me, you could borrow a dress of mine and stay the night at mine with your other half."

"That sounds like heaven after the week I just had."

I smiled, "Well, okay then, I will get Jon to call you and I will give you a ring when I can okay?"

"Yeah. Just don't tell anyone my number please."

"Nah. Don't worry about it, I will save it in my phone, and I keep my phone with me all the time. Okay?"

"Okay. Thank you."

"You are most welcome, and have a nice day and I seriously hope that you have a time out today to relax, if not today maybe tomorrow."

"I will try to relax, but no promises, bye."

"Bye Bianca."

"Bye Bella." I hung up the phone, put the number into my mobile and sent her a quick message to check if it was her number. She sent a message back. Yep, it was.

I got up out of the chair I was in, walked, well, more like waddled, over to the desk that Jonathon occupied and put the sticky note on his computer screen as he typed like crazy. "What the hell..." He shouted, but checked his tone as soon as he saw who it was. "What's this?" he asked as he read the sticky note. "Bianca called?"

"Yep, and you have to call her now!" I said with a no nonsense tone.

He picked up the phone and dialed the number, "Hello Bianca, how are you? ... Really? ... Yeah I been good, why did you call? ... " His face went white as a sheet, "Seriously? ... I mean are you 100% sure that you are? ... Seriously, and you weren't