Lucky Prince_A Fake Fiance, Real Royal Wedding Romance

by Eva Luxe

  “So apparently, there are some rumblings that you may have hacked into the toy company’s website or computer or something,” Cameron begins by asking me. I’m sure it’s just one of many questions he has but it makes me laugh.

  “What?” he asks, looking a little offended.

  “I’m sorry,” I tell him. “It’s just funny.”

  “Why?”

  “Because if I had gotten information by hacking, I highly doubt I would have given it to you or anyone at the firm.”

  “That’s a good point,” Cameron agrees. “But why do they think you hacked them?”

  “Because they don’t understand the myriad of information that’s available on the Internet and all the ways I know how to get to it,” I tell him.

  “So, you’re like an Internet sleuth then?” He asks. “A World Wide Web detective?”

  It’s all I can do not to laugh again. But I don’t. I don’t want to hurt his feelings.

  “I guess you could say that,” I nod, as I eat the delicious stew.

  This dinner is much better than watching a movie by myself or being at a crowded discoteca with “friends” I just met. Everything is even better in Madrid ever since Cameron showed up. Even if he is practically interrogating me right now.

  He’s still looking at me, expecting more of an explanation.

  “I went into their file on the client drive and looked at their financial information,” I tell him. “I saw some things that didn’t quite add up. So, I Googled the owner’s name and found out about his foundations and businesses.”

  “It was that easy?” he asks.

  I can tell he’s not asking because he doesn’t believe me. He’s asking because he feels stupid for not having figured out to do that on his own.

  “It definitely takes some advanced skills,” I tell him.

  “I can’t believe Asher made some huge deal out of it,” he says. “He really made it seem so much worse than that.”

  I shrug.

  “That seems par for the course for Asher,” I tell him. “Always blowing everything out of proportion.”

  “He’s just got a very vibrant personality,” Cameron says.

  I like how loyal he is to his friend. They’re both powerful alpha males who are bound to clash sometimes. But I can tell that he’s gotten bolder and has shown Asher that he’s in charge too. As he rightfully should.

  “So now that we have that big mystery solved,” I joke, “what else do you want to know?”

  “Apparently, the toy company was convinced you did some hacking so they did some counter-hacking,” Cameron says, looking uncomfortable that he has to tell me any of this. “They say you’re not who you say you are. But I wanted to give you a chance to explain.”

  I lean back and look at him.

  “What exactly did they hack?”

  “Your employment file and your email,” Cameron says, inhaling sharply as if he feels very bad about telling me this.

  “Is that it?” I ask him.

  “As far as I know.”

  “Okay.”

  I breathe a sigh of relief. That’s elementary level hacking. There’s nothing in there I wouldn’t want them to see. Other than the email, but at least that shows I was trying to be honest. Or contemplating it at least. For Cameron’s sake. I keep all my tech information in encrypted files.

  “They must have some kind of hacking skills to be able to figure out that I’m not even who I say I am,” I muse aloud. And then I put a hand over my mouth, realizing that that’s probably not the best way to have told Cameron that fact.

  But he just clears his throat. As if he already knows.

  “I went to a lot of effort to create a new identity,” I tell him. “I’m not sure how they cracked it.”

  “Well, you’re the one who found out and showed me the extent of their resources.”

  “Very true.”

  I hadn’t really thought about that. That the fact that they have so much money means they probably have a very good IT department as well. Now I feel as silly as I could tell Cameron felt earlier.

  “So,” Cameron says, looking at me intently from across the table. “Can I hear the whole story? And find out who you really are?”

  I take another bite of stew and nod.

  I’d thought a lot about how to tell him all of this. Hoping he’ll understand. But in the end, I decide to just spill it.

  “I grew up poor,” I tell him.

  It’s a fact I used to be ashamed of but it’s just a simple fact.

  “So did I,” he says. “I grew up in the War Zone.”

  Hmmm.

  I’d heard that he had been a friend of Asher’s for a long time and that they were from two different worlds. I’d heard that he’d worked hard to get to where he’s at. But I never knew we had the same upbringing.

  I’m not sure if this commonality helps or hurts my cause to get him to understand and forgive me.

  “Well, while you were undoubtedly getting straight A’s in school and working your way up from kindergartener to lawyer, I took a different path.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  This doesn’t seem to faze him. I realize there are probably a lot of people from his neighborhood who turned out the same of worse than I have.

  “When I was a teenager, I was caught shoplifting and sent to juvie,” I tell him, all in a rush. And then I hasten to explain more of my rationale. “It was only because we were poor and I wanted to give my mom something for Christmas. I had saved up a lot of money doing odd jobs and I went to buy a shirt I knew she’d like.”

  “Uh huh.”

  Cameron raises an eyebrow at me, either not too shocked or at least pretending not to be. Perhaps he had been afraid it would be much worse. But he hasn’t heard the whole story yet. I just hope he’ll still stick around once he does.

  Chapter 28 – Ruby

  “I tried on the shirt before I bought it,” I tell him. “Just to make sure it looked okay on a real person instead of a fake mannequin, you know?”

  He nods.

  “Well, in the fitting room there was some rich yuppie girl there trying on a bunch of different clothes. She kept complimenting me on my style. Because I was wearing this scarf I had already had on—I had made it, you know?—and some earrings that matched it and she kept saying that my look was just right and how did I know so much about fashion when I clearly didn’t have much money…”

  “Ouch,” Cameron interjects.

  “I know,” I tell him. “She was a really rude bitch. At first I thought she was just paying me compliments but then I realized she really actually wanted this shirt. It was the last one in the store.”

  “Oh no.”

  “Yeah. She followed me to the cash register and told the store owner she’d pay more for it than was on the price tag. The price on the tag was all I had. After saving up for months. And she was buying a whole armful of clothes in addition to that one shirt I had saved up to get.”

  “What a complete bitch,” he says, and I smile at him even though the thought of this chick still makes me so mad.

  “Exactly.”

  “So, what did you do?” he asks.

  “At first, nothing,” I tell him. “I just stood there open-mouthed while she paid and left the store. But then I decided I wasn’t going to put up with it.”

  “Yeah!” Cameron cheers me on. “Good for you!”

  That reaction was not one that I was expecting. I’m glad he understands. I suppose his own upbringing gives us more in common than I thought.

  “I ran after the girl and told her that I had found it and it was only right that she give it back. Of course, she refused.”

  “Of course.”

  “I was young and dumb and really mad. To this day it still makes me mad.”

  “Of course! I’m mad just hearing this story.”

  I smile at him. It’s amazing how supportive he is, even though I know in hindsight that I could have done things better.

  “
I tried to take it from the girl and the girl called the cops on me. Just for that.”

  “Just for trying to take it from her?”

  “Yeah, I tried to grab the bag out of her hands and my hand kind of grabbed hers a little in the process. Just my luck, her dad was some police chief or otherwise connected and they came super fast. And charged me with assault and battery and attempted theft.”

  “Bullshit,” Cameron almost yells.

  We both look around the restaurant sheepishly to see if anyone is disturbed by his outburst. No one seems to care. And now I have to tell him the part of the story that is really quite indefensible.

  “Those were strikes one and two,” I tell him. “I got sent to juvie for a little while and then I got out and I had to be on my best behavior or I’d get in much more trouble.”

  “Sounds easy enough I guess,” he says.

  “You’d think so,” I tell him.

  I gulp. Here it comes. The whole story.

  “But I think the whole experience made me crazy. Being in juvie really sucked. I met some bad influences. But at the same time, I know I’m my own person and I made my own choices. I just wasn’t thinking very straight. I didn’t realize how much it would fuck up my future.”

  “Yeah,” he says. “If any of us knew that, we’d never do any of the stupid things we’d done when we were younger.”

  “Exactly. This was definitely a stupid thing to do. I was as mad at the store owner as I was at that yuppie chick. And I couldn’t go after the yuppie chick anymore you know? I’d tried that and failed. So, I felt powerless and decided to do something about it.”

  “What was it?” he asks, nearly on the edge of his seat.

  “Well, a week later I went back, intending to say some shit to the owner— give her a piece of my mind and maybe have it out with her verbally, you know?”

  “Sure.”

  “Maybe even physically. I was a punk back then. I wasn’t really thinking ahead, just trying to see what happened. But when I got to the store there was another shirt there. I thought the store had obviously had another one but just didn’t want me to have it.”

  “Seriously? That’s fucking bullshit,” Cameron explodes.

  “I know. And I’m not sure if they had already had another one or just gotten that one in. I probably took everything too personally and assumed the worst because I was so mad. But I wanted justice. I still felt that shirt belonged to me. To my mom, actually, even though her birthday had already passed. So…”

  I take a deep breath. I look into his eyes and I’m not sure I can tell him. I don’t want him to think I’m so bad he can never love me the way he thought he loved me.

  “It’s okay, Ruby,” he says, reaching across the table and holding my hand. “Whatever it is, I know you’ve changed. We’ll be just fine.”

  “Okay.” I sigh, grateful that he’s reassuring me. Maybe I just needed to tell my story to someone— to him. To purge myself of my guilt and truly forgive myself and move on.

  “I stole it,” I tell him. “I just put it in my purse and tried to walk right out, like I’d heard of some real life girl doing in some autobiography she wrote. It worked for the girl in the book all the time, until she stopped. But it didn’t work for me, not even that once. I got arrested. It was my third strike.”

  “Oh no. Ruby. That sucks.”

  He looks genuinely crushed for me. And I’m so glad I have his support.

  “Yeah, I was sentenced as an adult and had to go to jail.”

  “That’s awful. You don’t even seem like someone who has been to jail.”

  “I know,” I laugh. “That changed me in a way that my juvie experience didn’t, for whatever reason. I was determined to turn my life around. Sure, I couldn’t buy my mom a shirt as a birthday gift, so I freaked out and committed crimes. But what good was I doing her in prison? It paled in comparison to not being able to get that shirt.”

  “Yeah. It’s good that you did recognize that, eventually.”

  “I had always liked computers so I taught myself to code. I wanted to go to a coding school. But there were none that would take me with my history. Especially ones that received Federal funding and couldn’t give it to students like me who had a criminal record. Not to mention, there were no jobs that wanted to hire me. Randi Messer was screwed.”

  “Randi Messer,” he says, his mouth dropping open. “That’s your real name?”

  “It was.”

  I shrug.

  “I was never that fond of it though.”

  “I see.”

  “Yeah, I decided I would do what it takes to get to coding school. And in the process, I learned so much about coding and computers that I don’t even need to go. I’m completely self-taught. But I had to change everything about myself so that I could be given a chance.”

  “Yeah, I doubt our law firm would have hired someone with a record,” Cameron agrees. “It sucks, but it’s true.”

  “I didn’t hack your toy company client,” I tell him. “And I hope they still want to work with you because it sounds like a really good opportunity.”

  “And Damien Hudson and his companies are rich as fuck,” he adds.

  “Exactly. But I did hack a lot of places to make my resume look legit.”

  “Well, you fooled us,” Cameron says. “Good job.”

  “Not really, though,” I tell him. “You saw through me. You found out who the real me really is.”

  “And I love her,” he says. “I love you.”

  “I love you too.”

  “Oh, and there’s one other thing,” I tell him.

  “What’s that?”

  “My app got bought. I’m really rich now too. Not as rich as you. But pretty friggin’ rich.”

  “That’s awesome!” Cameron says, holding his glass up to mine. “Congratulations!”

  “Thank you.”

  We toast and I can’t stop smiling.

  “I guess you don’t need your job back,” he says. “Although I was going to offer it to you.”

  “I don’t know,” I tell him. “It was kind of exciting to be your secretary. And maybe I could help you out with computer stuff because you’re a little behind the times.”

  He laughs.

  “Your friend Katie told me the same thing when it came to vape pens,” he says.

  “Oh, my god. Katie confessed?”

  “Yes, she did,” he says. “I’m sorry I blamed you.”

  I shrug.

  “That’s okay. It’s not like I was coming clean. I wasn’t going to throw her under the bus. So, you had to think I was guilty. And act accordingly. I never blamed you for that.”

  “Well, please forgive me anyway,” he says.

  “Only if you forgive me for lying my way into your firm.”

  “I have to,” he says. “Because otherwise I never would have gotten to know you.”

  Chapter 29 – Ruby

  It’s late when we finally get to our hotel suite at the Hotel Ritz Madrid. Cameron had continued being sweet and loving at the restaurant and on our way here.

  But as soon as he slides the chain across the door to make sure it’s locked, he becomes more of the sexual dominant man I know and appreciate.

  “Take off your clothes,” he orders me. “You’ve been a very bad girl, and I need to punish you.”

  “Please, Boss.”

  I start lifting up the bottom of my shirt to pull it over my head, and he says, “Not like that. Turn around and don’t look at me.”

  “Yes, Boss.”

  I do as I’m told and hold my skirt up while my back is to him, so that he can see my ass.

  He says, “That’s good. Now stop.”

  He’s behind me again and he moves up close to me, so that I can feel his partially-aroused cock against my ass.

  “Bend over.”

  I bend over and Cameron leans over to retrieve something from under the bed. What has he planned?

  I have to admit that it’s rather intrig
uing. He obviously planned this all out before coming to get me today, since he didn’t even know when Carlos would call him and he was there very quickly once he did.

  So even though he’s acting in charge, he was waiting here for me. Waiting for the call. So that he could claim me.

  This is just like back home, when he tied me up in his office or the filing room and told me to be his office whore. Back before things got messy and complicated. And now that we’ve smoothed things over, I have a feeling that things are going to get very, very messy in a different kind of way.

  Cameron, puts a scarf over my eyes and ties it. Now this will be fun, I think.

  “You’ve been very naughty, and it’s time for you to be punished. Keep holding your skirt up so I can see your ass, my little whore.”

  I do as I’m told and he slaps my ass, hard. Then he squeezes both my ass cheeks and asks, “What have you been up to, my little office whore?”

  “I’ve been bad,” I say, as he pulls my thong over, hard, and inserts a finger into my ass.

  He pushes me down so that I’m bent over onto the bed and he can have full access to my ass and pussy. I’m not sure which hurts more— the fabric of my underwear cutting into my skin, or his finger prodding and twisting my ass.

  “Whose ass is this?”

  He squeezes it hard with his free hand.

  “Yours, Boss.”

  “And whose pussy?”

  He twists my pussy with his fingers.

  “Ouch. Yours, Boss.”

  “Do you want me to play with you until it hurts?” he asks.

  “Please, Boss.”

  “Tell me how you’ve been a bad little girl.”

  He presses his cock up against me while he twists his fingers in my ass and pussy, and I can feel through his slacks that he’s now completely erect.

  I lay my head on the bed and try to relax so that his antics don’t hurt as much, and I manage to grunt, “I wasn’t honest, Boss.”

  He removes his belt and there’s a pause while he removes his pants and underwear. Then he takes my underwear off and lets it fall down between my legs, while he massages my clit. This part feels good, and I can feel my juices start to drip onto his fingers.

  “Don’t get too comfortable,” he says. “Stand up.”