Jonathan's trauma(Mike) haunts him.
"I want to ask you something babe," I took a deep breath and he stared at me confusedly. "Since you are a prince, and one day you will take the throne and become a King, does that mean we have to stay in the royal house even now?"
Looking at Oliver, who looks so lost trying to grasp what I said.
"What do you mean?" he asked politely.
"I meant, would it be possible for us to own a house of our own for now, because honestly, you're are very nice, not strict at all but it will be fun also if you see me walking around naked in the house and sometimes just make love in the kitchen not always in the bedroom." I said seductively, making puppy faces and lib biting at the end.
He stepped closer to me, grab me by my waist with his left hand and pulled me closer to him, then I gasped so hard, "You woke it, and now I can't control myself from what you planted in my head." He whispered seductively with a moan.