Lucky Prince_A Fake Fiance, Real Royal Wedding Romance

by Eva Luxe

So I had vowed not to entangle myself financially with anyone, or even to commit to the point where it could become an issue. I also thought I had dealt with my problems with my parents and separated my emotions enough that I could talk to them without letting it affect me too much.

  But unlike the grocery shelf I had been leaning on that day when I received the call about my dad, I’m not made of steel. Nothing could have prepared me for my father’s death, and my mother’s anger at me although I suppose neither thing should have surprised me. Parents die. My mom rages. But still.

  And then there was Jimmy. Apparently a stock boy had seen me in shambles and had told Jimmy, the assistant manager of the store. And that twist of fate started our long and convoluted relationship.

  That one vulnerable moment led me to a series of other moments, which brought us to the here and now. The point at which I am trying to break up with him and he is trying to convince me not to, by reminding me of what originally brought us together. And as usual I am feeling guilty because I know he was there for me when no one else was.

  Meanwhile, a seductive piece of lingerie from my new mentor lies hidden in plain sight on the kitchen counter where I once wanted Jimmy to rip off my suit, tie me up, and take me. This time is different from the other times.

  Because I know what real raw lust feels like, and I know I don’t have that for Jimmy. I have it for Asher, even though I know I shouldn’t. It feels so good to be bad and I don’t want to go back to my boring life with Jimmy.

  Chapter 17 – Madilyn

  Jimmy came over to me that day in the store, to find out why a woman was leaning on his display shelf and crying her eyes out. He was very kind to me, and I will never forget that about him, even though this is the end of us.

  “It’s okay,” he’d told me that day, as I’d crumbled into his arms.

  In any other situation, it would be weird. In fact, it would have been totally understandable if he’d have been weirded out. But he wasn’t. He’d hugged me and patted my shoulder.

  “Everything will be okay,” he’d repeated.

  I’d looked into his kind, soft eyes. He was clearly trying to make me feel better, but all I’d felt was sadness and anger.

  “Everything will not be okay,” I’d told him. “My father died. And my mother is crazy. And I’ve spent my twenties trying not to be like her. Trying to show her I don’t need a man, I don’t need anyone. And now… I don’t have anyone. And I do need someone.”

  “How about a stranger who happens to help manage this grocery store?” Jimmy had asked, without missing a beat, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

  “Well… that’s definitely someone,” I’d told him.

  From then on, we were inseparable. Some would probably say we’d rushed things, but it had felt right at the time. Jimmy had cooked for me, cleaned for me, brushed my hair for me when I didn’t have the strength to do any of that for myself.

  He did everything but fuck me.

  He’d even flown with me to Maryland for my dad’s funeral.

  “Look who finally got a boyfriend,” my mom had remarked snidely.

  But I’d just ignored her. I’d felt comfortable with Jimmy by my side, more confident around her while holding his hand.

  I suppose from the beginning that Jimmy’s and my relationship had always been more paternalistic than romantic. He liked that I needed him, and I liked that I could just let go and give in to the feeling of needing someone for once.

  But it clearly hadn’t been meant to last. Had it?

  “Jimmy,” I say now, looking into his eyes, remembering that first day between us in the grocery store. “I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me. I just think we might have… outgrown each other.”

  “So now that you’ve graduated law school and moved on to some big, fancy job, you don’t need me anymore?” His eyes look hurt. He isn’t even trying to hide his pain. “You’re just going to leave me in the dust.”

  I sigh. He knows it’s not like that. Doesn’t he?

  I think with guilt about the naughtiest lingerie I’ve ever seen that is laying on my counter and that I was seriously considering wearing for Asher up until this very moment. I’m not leaving Jimmy in the dust to move on to some depraved relationship with my new boss, am I?

  “Jimmy, you know I’ve been feeling this way for some time. Far before I started this job.”

  Before I met Asher. Before I was… propositioned? In one of the strangest ways ever?

  He nods, and I appreciate the fact that he’s being rational.

  “All those therapy sessions with Mary, all the ‘talks’ we’ve tried to have…” I remind him. “We’ve done our best, but we just haven’t been happy, you know?”

  “I guess you haven’t been, but I have.”

  He stands up and crosses the room to pour himself a glass of water.

  I don’t think he’s telling the truth. If he were happy, he would have been more into me sexually. He would have had sex with me by now. And I would have liked it or at least thought it could be good. The fact that we haven’t done that speaks volumes.

  But I feel so torn. I see my future choices spread out in front of me: a predictable, yet stable life with Jimmy. Or an unpredictable, exciting diversion with Asher.

  I shake my head.

  Not Asher.

  Not like that.

  The whole point was to concentrate on my new career. And Asher would get in the way of that. Even more than Jimmy did.

  “Can you just take a moment and think about this before making any quick decisions you might regret?” Jimmy pleads with me. “I’ll stay at my brother’s. I’ll go tonight. But can we just call it a temporary break? While we think things through? Figure out how to work on things, maybe?”

  I drum my fingers on the table. I like that he said he’ll stay elsewhere tonight. I have a lot of work to do. And maybe he’s right— I’m in no mental state to be making life-changing decisions.

  “Okay, Jimmy,” I tell him, shrugging my shoulders. “We’ll just do that for now, then.”

  “Thank you so much.” He walks back to me and throws his arms around my shoulders.

  I awkwardly return his half hug.

  “How was your first day of work?” he asks me.

  “It was… interesting,” I say, honestly. “And I actually already have assignments.”

  “Okay. Well great. I’ll let you get to that then.”

  He sets down his water glass and turns to leave.

  “Jimmy?” I ask.

  He straightens his shoulders, and I feel another pang of guilt as I realize he thinks I’m going to say, “Just stay,” or something along those lines.

  “Please don’t call me any more at work. We can talk after hours but I need to concentrate while I’m there.”

  “Of course,” he says, sounding disappointed. “And I’m sorry. I was just really worked up.”

  He heads out the door, and I take out the first of the five files, to begin my task of summarizing.

  So that’s it then. No more distractions. Maybe I need a good break from relationships of any kind in order to focus on work.

  I’ll take this break with Jimmy, which somehow I’ll successfully turn into a permanent break up. As time goes on, it will get easier for him, and he’ll understand. Maybe he’ll even meet someone new.

  And I’ll let Asher know that I need to keep things professional at least for now. I feel an obvious aching— physically and emotionally— that I can’t help but dwell on.

  Deep inside, I want to wear that outfit for Asher. I want to know what he’ll do to me in it.

  I slip my finger underneath my skirt and feel myself soaked with dampness. I can’t help but touch myself, imagining that it’s Asher instead of me. I’m sure he’d know how to touch me, kiss me, fuck me the right way. The way I’ve been wanting Jimmy to for all this time.

  But I need to stay focused on my goals. I get up and wash my hands, and then settle back down to work, not giving
myself the satisfaction of an orgasm. Maybe after I finish these assignments. Maybe after I see Asher tomorrow, as I’m sure I’ll have a lot of pent-up sexual frustration.

  I’ll just tell him I’m not sure yet. That maybe we should wait until I’ve proven myself professionally before we explore anything… personal.

  Because I just can’t risk opening myself up to anyone right now. Especially someone with that much power to make or break my career. I can only trust myself. Only rely on myself.

  Asher will have to understand.

  Won’t he?

  Chapter 18 – Asher

  At 6:50 a.m., there’s a knock on my office door.

  Oh good, she’s early.

  I’m glad that Madilyn St. Clair knows not to leave me waiting again.

  “Come in,” I tell her, which is a superfluous instruction, since the door is already open. She’d knocked on the part that was wide open. “Lock the door behind you.”

  “Yes, Boss.”

  Now it’s my turn to lick my lips. Things are starting off exactly the way I’d planned. She’s wearing a black skirt suit just as I’d instructed.

  “Sit down.”

  She approaches the chair in front of my desk and lowers herself into it, looking a bit hesitant. She has the accordion file in her hands.

  “Did you complete all the assignments I gave you?” I ask her.

  “I reviewed all the case files and prepared memorandums for each one, Boss,” she says, removing some printed pages from the top of the folder. “They summarize the case history to date, based on my review of the docketing statement as you instructed. When the file included any pleadings or depositions, I also reviewed and summarized those. And I included any questions or thoughts I had throughout my review.”

  She places the memorandums she’d prepared on my desk, and looks up at me eagerly, but still with a bit of hesitation in her eyes.

  And now I think I understand why.

  I’m hoping I’m wrong, but I don’t like the quick turn that our meeting is taking.

  Sure, she’s done an impressive job. I don’t even have to look at her work to know that. I leave the memos on the desk, barely giving her the satisfaction of seeing me look at them. From her own account, which I believe because I know she’s bright and hard working or I never would have hired her to work at my firm, she’s summarized the docketing statements and she’s even gone above and beyond my instructions, by reviewing other case documents and including her analysis.

  She did it all in a limited amount of time— she’d left my office at six o’clock last night, meaning she’d prepared all of this in about thirteen hours. Since she doesn’t look like she’s lacking in sleep, she must have worked fast and she must know what she’s doing when it comes to basic legal tasks.

  Madilyn St. Clair will definitely make a good associate, and a good mentee.

  But I want her for something more.

  And I’m beginning to realize that she doesn’t want to give it to me.

  “You only partially answered my question,” I inform her.

  She looks at me, as if she’s afraid to say anything.

  I’d asked her whether she’d completed all the assignments I gave her and she’d only mentioned the five cases. Not the sixth assignment.

  “I’m interested in your work, and in discussing these cases,” I tell her, nodding at the memorandums on my desk, and not even trying to hide the fact that I’m losing my fucking patience with her. “But there’s a specific way I like to work.”

  She swallows.

  “There was a sixth assignment,” I remind her.

  She nods and looks down at the file in her lap.

  “I hope you have dressed as I instructed, as that’s the only way this meeting can continue.”

  “Mr. Marks, I—” she begins, but I cut her off.

  “Boss.”

  “Boss. I. I need to talk to you. I need to explain—”

  I feel blood rushing to my face, and I do my best to contain my anger.

  I can’t believe I chose wrong. She’s resisted my instruction. How could my judgment have been so off?

  “There’s nothing to explain,” I tell her. “There’s only a very specific way I can work with you, and no other way will suffice. So all that remains is the question of whether or not you’ve complied with all my instructions.”

  Damn her, for making me have to explain myself further. That’s all I’m going to say. I’ve already given away too much already, to someone who clearly doesn’t deserve it. She can’t even follow one simple direction of mine, yet she dares to have the audacity to want to work with me.

  “Boss. If you could just listen to what I need to explain—”

  “I’m not interested in listening to you. Or to your feeble explanations,” I tell her, trying hard to keep from raising my voice too high, from giving myself away.

  My cock is swelling in my pants, dying to escape and find release. It’s becoming clear that’s not going to happen. And the damn thing has a mind of its own. It appears to be excited that she’s resisting. It clearly wants me to do whatever it takes to persuade her.

  But I won’t do that. I know to listen to my brain over my fucking cock. I stupidly decide to hope against hope that there’s still a chance.

  “What I’m interested in is seeing what you’re wearing under that suit,” I tell her. “Ms. St. Clair, please spread your legs for me, and show me what’s under your skirt.”

  She moves her knees apart from each other, almost like a reflex. My cock rises even higher, ready to start being satisfied.

  I love her curvy hips and plush ass. Her full breasts and small waist. And now I’m going to get to see her wearing the black little number I ordered especially for her. I can’t wait.

  But then she stops. And she takes out the manila envelope from the accordion folder and puts it on the desk, on top of the memorandums.

  “Boss, I did all the assignments except for that one,” she says, truly seeming remorseful. “I’m sorry.”

  Her head hangs in shame, and her voice sounds repentant. “I’m just not ready, right now, at this time, to—”

  She’s trying to make me wait again. She must get off on it. It must be some sick pleasure of hers, and now she’s torturing me with how she tricked me. How she did the assignments, came in here at the assigned time— even wore the damn suit skirt as I’d requested— but didn’t wear the outfit I’d given her and instructed her to wear.

  “If you’re incapable of following simple instructions,” I tell her, “then there’s nothing worth talking about. I don’t know why you would do the rest of the assignments and not this one. This was the most important one.”

  “Oh. I—”

  She falls silent, and I realize she actually thought that we could proceed if she was unwilling to accept all the terms of working with me.

  I knew that Madilyn St. Clair was different from the normal women I employ as associates. I even had a feeling that she was different from those whom I had chosen to mentor in the past. But she can’t actually be so innocent and naïve as to think she could pick and choose which parts of this working relationship she wanted and which she didn’t. She has to be arrogant, cruel, teasing, taunting me.

  I have to end this right here. I have to end this for good. I can’t let her know she holds any power or sway over me.

  And yet.

  There’s the way she appears remorseful, almost supplicant. The way she really does seem confused, innocent. And the way she had started to open up her legs for me.

  I know she wants to let me in. I just have to break her down a little bit more.

  I ask myself if I should give her a fucking second chance.

  No. I never have and can’t start now. I must remember the rules I’ve set for myself, and for the relationships I establish. It’s worked until now and I’m not going to let Madilyn St. Clair change that.

  But I can see how far I can push her, before casting her aside and choosi
ng someone else. It’s the least I deserve, for spending so much time and energy researching her, choosing her, giving her so many damned instructions that she incorrectly thinks are up for her picking and choosing as to which ones to follow.

  I feel the blood cursing through my hungry cock, and I decide to throw it some crumbs. It’ll have to wait for a more pliant associate to be fully satisfied. But I bet I can get a little something out of Madilyn St. Clair right now before parting ways with her for good.

  Chapter 19 – Madilyn

  “Show me what panties you’re wearing today, since you decided not to wear the ones I assigned,” Asher says.

  I had no idea what he’d say next, but I certainly didn’t think it would be that. I hesitate, my heart pounding in my chest.

  I was fooling myself to think I could waltz in here and tell him I wasn’t ready to be his… whatever… in addition to his mentee. Obviously it’s both or neither.

  I really want to explain to him that I’m open to the idea of taking this… relationship… to another level, but that I’m not quite ready yet. But he hasn’t let me. It seemed he was about to kick me out of his office— fire me?— but now he’s telling me to spread my legs.

  I have to admit, I’ve been so turned on since I entered his office. Hell, I’ve been turned on ever since I’d discovered the black lingerie in the envelope, or even before that— when I was first chosen as his mentee.

  There’s something exciting and mysterious about it all and I don’t know why I can’t just give in to my baser instincts and go with it.

  “Madilyn, did you not hear my instruction?” Asher asks me.

  I realize I haven’t said anything. Or done anything. I feel frozen, over-thinking everything as usual.

  “I’m obliged to explain to you that what goes on between you and me— or what doesn’t— has no bearing on your job. You received the firm’s offer to be an associate, and you accepted it. Your job security here at the firm, like any other associate’s, depends only on your job performance and input from all the firm partners.”

  I nod.

  It’s good to know he’s not going to fire me no matter what I choose to do. But it doesn’t help me figure out if I want to do… this… or not.