Big Brother

Princess Vittoria Olympia of the Romana family of Olympus

Crowned Prince Alexandré Augustus of the Romana family of Olympus was the oldest son of the Royal family meaning he would soon be the future King once our father stepped down from the throne, which also meant he had a huge, prickly and splint causing stick up his ass.

Do not get me wrong, I was his crown jewel and truly the apple of his eye, but the down side of Alexandré was he took his role as crowned Prince way too seriously. He listened to every word Papa told him and followed like sheep.

The last time he let loose was when he was born and I was sure since then he walked around in suits with his hands clasped behind his back. The only alcohol he tasted was from a cough syrup and he only smelt it from his hand sanitizer. He was the exact opposite of me which was incredibly boring.

He was two point three five meters tall but I believed the extra two centimetres were from the heel of his formal shoes. His caramel skin was more sun kissed than mine because he enjoyed being outdoors. His body was toned and lean which drove all the 'wanna be' princesses crazy.

He had the strong yet dangerously handsome features of our father such as the perfect nose, thick arched eyebrows and short beard with a moustache. His curly hair was cut short and perfectly gelled.

Normally he was incredibly happy to see me yet now he looked furious.

"Alexie," I beamed and skipped towards him to give him a hug. Maybe if I was cute he would forget about what he was here for and explain to me why all of my possessions were missing.

Yet before I could hug my big brother he held out his hand then placed it over my face to gently shove me back, "Your outfit breaks protocol."

"Did you travel all the way from Olympia to tell me that my outfit breaks protocol?" I pouted then walked past him to head for my kitchen to reheat my latté that I could not enjoy because of the shock of not having cell service and money.

"You know why I'm here Olly," he sighed.

"Do you want coffee?" I looked back at him as he sat down on one of the island chairs.

He shook his head, "Stop trying to distract me. You know what you did yesterday."

"I do a lot of things in a day you will have to be more specific," I popped the takeaway cup in the microwave then heated it for thirty seconds before I poured it into my unicorn cup.

"Let's start off with Pierre," he folded his arms over his chest.

"What did you want me to do? Marry the guy then tell him I don't want to be with him anymore when we already have three children," I leaned against the counter of my kitchen.

"No Olly," he sighed, "but you could have not embarrassed him knowing people were watching and gently turn him down. How would you feel if it was you?"

"I would never propose to anyone," I rolled my eyes, "I'm better than that."

He looked at me with complete exhaustion etched onto his face, "Pa has requested me to bring you back home immediately."

The latte in my mouth sprayed out as I coughed viscously, "he said he would give me three days!"

"The little stunt you pulled at the club is the cause of all of this," he waved his hand in a circular motion.

"Is it a crime to go out with friends and just try to unwind?" I gasped, "Mario does it all the time with his friends and I don't see Papa losing his gasket."

He reached into the inner pocket of his suit's jacket and pulled out his phone. He clicked on the screen for a few seconds then handed me the phone. I took it from him with a quirked eyebrow wondering what he was getting at.

At first I had no idea what I was looking at as there were flashing lights and people dancing. The camera was a bit wobbly but once everything came into focus my heart dropped to my stomach. On top of the bar counter top was my dancing body.

My skirt had ridden up so much it partially showed my pink unicorn patterned panties and the sleeves on my arms looked like bracelets. My hair was a complete mess and by my facial expression I was far too gone. I had money tucked into my shirt as multiple people threw their euros at me.

I looked to be having the time of my life as I sang at the top of my lungs to a song I did not even know. The next clip was of me taking a shot with a group of strangers then randomly kissing some guy who I must have thought was good looking in my drunken state.

The evidence was highly incriminating. There was no way I could deny that it was me in the video. My beauty was unmistakeable plus I was wearing the ring Papa had bought for me and it was the only design that existed in the world. It was equivalent to wearing your identification documents on your chest.

"I can explain," I gave him back the phone.

"Olly, I can't negotiate for you to Papa anymore," he frowned, "I've done it too many times and it's blown up in my face each time. You never listen and each time we let you go, you do something worse to disgrace our family."

"But that's not my intention," I protested, "You know my heart is in the right place."

He shook his head and chuckled, "being the ambassador of sugar babies around the world and using men for money is not the right thing to do. Papa wants you in the jet in an hour. I suggest you start packing."