Rough Daddy Dirty
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I ran up the hospital stairs and explained to them who I was here for. The nurse told me he doesn’t want any visitors, so I gave up and waited, until I saw him again with his agent. “Chad, what happened are you okay?” He covered his face.
“I don’t want you seeing me like this, and I definitely don’t want the paparazzi seeing me like this.” I looked at the red rashes on his neck and face.
“Seeing you like what? A human?”
He sighed. “I have an image to uphold.”
“It doesn’t matter to me,” I said.
He raised an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t have thought we were at that stage.”
“Well I want to be, your boyfriend… I want that stage...” My words were choppy and this would have been much more romantic if his agent wasn’t standing right there. His agent mumbled something about getting some coffee. Leaving us alone with our puppy-love-like shared look.
*
2 weeks later
I went over his house and took his prescription out of the paper bag. “The doctor says you have to take this every morning.” His eyes narrowed, seemingly sizing me up...
“Why are you staring at me like that?” I asked.
He kissed me on the lips. “Because you’re fucking amazing.”
He was right, I was kind of amazing. But so was he. So I just chuckled and bumped our foreheads together.
“Thanks.”
The End
Faking the Real Me: An Accidental Secret Royal Romance
GAY M.M. DICK
Table of Content
Faking the Real Me: An Accidental Secret Royal Romance
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
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All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure inventions of fiction.
CHAPTER 1
Austin
Earlier he had drifted off while studying in the library. Either his shitty fairy godmother probably gave him something which took him off to a distant land. Obviously, he couldn’t still be in that damned library.
He heard a soft voice calling his name as he woke up. He wiped the drool off his lip as he raised his head.
“Wake up,” he heard her say as she tapped his shoulder. A snort moved through the back of his throat and he wiped his eyes. Bella laughed, if she laughed any louder, she would have summoned the library gods. Austin picked up his phone by his study guide and unlocked it. Two p.m. -He sighed, stretched, and waited for Bella to say something clever, but instead she just picked up his paper and swept her hair to the other shoulder. “I’m going to quiz you now.”
Perfect, everything was going great, he didn’t have to go to work at the office until four p.m. “Lay it on me,” he said tilting his head back.
His heart beat fast as she quizzed him on too many math questions. He didn’t see the freaking point of taking this class, but it was a part of the university's plan to bleed him dry, he assumed. Her arm dressed full of bracelets slid the paper towards him. Her face twisted and he knew she was looking for signs of weakness in his face, so he tried to keep it neutral while she shoved the folders and papers into her backpack.
“You’ll do fine, you could answer these questions in your sleep.” She threw her hands up in the air. “I mean literally, you were answering the questions in your sleep, just don’t fall asleep during your accounting exam.”
“Yeah… I’ll try not to. I’ll meet with you later,” he said.
They separated at the end of the hallway, he turned the corner towards the financial aid office. There were about five other people in front of him. He dug into his pocket for his cell phone, cursing himself for not buying a watch, it would have made his life easier. That way he could keep track of time before he had to go to work. He stepped up to the front desk, a lady with big hair approached it.
“What can I help you with young man?” she asked. He looked behind her to the empty scholarship box.
“Are there any more accounting or business scholarships?” he asked.
He tapped his fingers on the side of his leg as she left the desk again. The accounting scholarship was only five hundred dollars, and he needed five thousand to pay his tuition bill. He had a thousand dollars, but it still wouldn’t be enough. She placed an accounting major scholarship application in front of him.
“There are no more business applications left but-.” She paused, -drumroll for the dramatic effect- then she laid a fashion scholarship application next to it. He saw the amount and almost fell to the floor if it wasn’t for the woman’s perfume making his eyes water. The fashion scholarship was two thousand dollars.
A concerned look spread across her face. “Look I know you weren’t expecting this one but all you have to do in order to qualify is to volunteer or work in the fashion industry.”
His head felt dizzy as she showed him a list of places that qualified. He must’ve gone temporarily out of it because all he heard was muffled sounds and something about hair, makeup, and clothes. His heart beat faster, his hands sweaty, he needed the damn money. “I’ll take it, thank you,” he said. He didn’t want to mess up the fashion application with his moistened fingers, so he used his left hand and placed it in his scholarship folder. There was only one person he knew who could help him qualify for this scholarship.
*
“Are you here to inquire about my deluxe services?” Bella asked as she braided her red hair to the side.
“Yes, I need your expertise, so help me or I am going to chase you down,” he said.
Bella pouted. “How rude, don’t think I’ll help you so easily. Last time we hung out you refused to watch the celebrity news with me.”
He placed his hands behind his head. “That’s because it’s boring, all they talk about is ordinary stuff that everyone does.” Bella shook her head, but he went on. “So, and so is having a baby, so and so is walking into a hotel.”
She folded her arms as if she was some strange hybrid genie who was about to grant him three wishes. “I’ll help you after you sit with me and watch the Ciel Vert Royal Family on the special tonight.”
He threw his head back in laughter. Okay how hard could that be? “Fine, when is it coming on?”
She pressed a button on her remote and changed the channel. “In five minutes. Now, there is a one-hour insider look on the Ciel Vert Royal Family and then there is a two-hour special on the Ciel Vert Family after that.”
Austin straightened his back. He could do this, this wasn’t the first time Bella put him through the torture of watching something he had zero interest in. Like that horrid Fifty Shades of Grey movie and the dumb Bee Movie. “I’m game,” he said.
Bella rubbed her hands together like a praying mantis and pointed at the screen as the royal family members appeared on TV. She pointed to the long-haired blonde guy signing an autograph. “That’s the oldest guy, he is the next in line,” she said. A girl screamed as another guy in a fancy suit with his hair halfway shaved followed behind. Tears streamed down her eyes as the news reporter in a red dress held the microphone to her. The curve of her breasts pushed against the strapless suit. He couldn’t deny it, she was hot, and unlike those previous movies Bella tortured him with, he actually paid attention to the TV.
“What’s her name?” he asked when the camera went back to the reporter.
Bella frowned. “She’s the top celebrity news reporter.” She briefly gave Austin her name as if it was a pain in her ass. The guy with half his head shaved hugged the same girl, she jumped up and down on the red carpet and a bigger guy in black escorted her back to the sidelines.
“Why is she even crying?” Austin asked. He could see Bella roll her eyes from the corner of his mouth.
“Come on, you’re telling me that you have never dated a guy or girl who has been so happy that they cried?” Austin grabbed a handful of popcorn from the coffee table in the center.
“No.”
“Liar,” she said.
Before he could argue, Bella leaped up from the couch. A man in dark jeans and a nice white shirt waved to the celebrity reporter. “That’s Prince Bryce, he’s the middle child.” Four men stood on the red carpet as the paparazzi yelled stupid things at them like, “Move your left foot,” and “Stand back a little I want to get your good side.” A girl with long light brown curly hair in a black dress placed her hands on her hips, posing.
“The queen has three grandsons and 2 granddaughters,” Bella said. She squealed when Prince Bryce waved at the camera.
Austin scratched the side of his head. “There are only four guys, where is the fifth one?” Bella placed a finger on her lips and made a shushing sound.
“Will the youngest prince ever come to Los Angeles?” the celebrity reporter asked Prince Bryce. The Prince shrugged. “Our dear baby brother is not a fan of the big city, but we are sure he will come one day soon.” The news reporter tapped the microphone.
“And why does he go by the name Prince R?” she asked. The prince with the half-shaved hair placed his hand on Bryce’s shoulder. There was even more screaming in the background. “He likes his privacy.” Bella clapped her hands.
“All the men are single except for the oldest prince; can you believe it?” Bella said.
Austin sunk into the couch. “I can’t believe it. I don’t blame the youngest guy for not showing his face or revealing his name.”
Bella raised a dark brow. “The youngest prince never reveals his face, his siblings always say he will come to the red carpet one day, but he never does, every year.” Geez, he wondered why. Perhaps the poor guy didn’t want to become deaf from the screaming fangirls. During a commercial break, she pulled out a magazine with the four princes on the cover, they were all wearing white t shirts splattered in paint, and they all held German shepherd puppies. She opened the magazine, which had a bookmark at the page. She read an article out loud. “See, even though they have pictures of their home and other relatives, they never show the youngest guy’s face. Do you want to know why I think he doesn’t?” Bella said.
Austin grabbed a handful of popcorn and stuffed it into his mouth. She pressed her finger against her chin, ignoring his behavior. “I think it’s because he might have some strange facial scar, like a modern-day beauty and the beast.”
Austin slapped his hand against his forehead. “Or he just enjoys his privacy,” Austin said, rolling his eyes before closing them.
“Hey, don’t be rude, I always listen to you talk about your boxing matches,” Bella said.
Austin tilted his head to the side. “I am listening.”
“Never mind,” Bella said, as if he had suddenly appeared. Austin looked at the time on his phone, he had already got off work. Bella folded her arms. “Can you not look at the time for once?”
“Sorry, I did ask about the royal family. Are you going to help me find a fashion gig?” Austin asked.
Bella’s green eyes seemed to darken as she squinted them. “Are you going to help me marry one of those princes?”
Austin reached out to give her a hug. “No.” When he pulled back, he saw Bella stick her tongue out at him.
She picked up her pink cell. “Yes, I’ll make a few calls.”
“You’re the best,” he said.
She smirked. “Don’t ever forget it.”
CHAPTER 2
James
He picked up a green bottle of hairspray and handed it to Bianca. “This isn’t hairspray this is holding spray,” she said, placing it in front of the mirror. Hairspray, holding spray seriously what was the difference? There were two women sitting between him talking about everything and who knows what while having three things in his hand. “Scissors,” Bianca said reaching out her hand. James grabbed the scissors and handed it to her. “Thank you, and please get an apron on my other hair model.
“Sure thing,” he said. He walked over to the closet, another stylist almost ran into him.
“Excuse me sugar,” he heard the stylist coo. He was about to reach for the apron when he looked down at his hands. Two buckets in one hand and a bag of hair supplies in the other. He walked further into the closet, the apron was just there, taunting him. He even tried to use his elbow.
How silly of him, he placed the two buckets down and placed the apron in the bucket. “Pardon me,” he said as another stylist waltzed behind him. It was like they were all dancing really. Wait, why was he thinking about the waltz again?
He adjusted the apron around the model’s neck. Bianca reached out her hand again, she never bothered to turn her head. “Comb,” she said. He placed the comb in her hand. “Brush,” she said again. He handed her a brush. “No not for me for the other model, just place it in front of her mirror.” The bag in his hand dropped to the floor. “Hair weft,” he heard her say. He picked up the bag and rummaged through it.
“Which color?” he asked.
“Grey,” Bianca said.
“Ow,” cried the model next to him.
“Comb, I need a comb quick.” Perhaps it was just his imagination but he already gave her a comb. When he told her that her eyes widened. “Not that comb the rattail comb.”
“Coming right up,” James said.
James handed them each a scarf for tonight’s theme as the models disappeared on to the black runway. He organized all the items and placed everything back where it belonged. Bianca wiped her forehead with a handkerchief. “Sit down James, the room is spinning,” Bianca said as she adjusted her glasses.
“Need some water?” he asked.
She shook her head. “What I need is a new hair model, my main one is planning to leave me.”
He took a sip from his cup and crossed his leg. “Don’t worry, I suppose you will find another one soon.”
Bianca took the hair tie from her wrist and placed her pink hair in a messy bun. “How can you be so carefree?” she asked.
“I’m really not,” James said, running his fingers through his hair. He really wasn’t.
When the model returned, Bianca pulled the stocking cap off her. “I can take off the eye makeup, looks like you’ve had a long day,” the model said, peeling off the grey eyelashes from her face. Bianca placed her hand on her heart. “Oh thank heavens.” Bianca sat next to her. “Is there anything I can do to convince you to stay for another week?”
The model held her hand. “My husband is moving back to New York, I have to go with him.” She turned her in his direction, at first he didn’t think anything of it until she spoke. “Why not use your assistant James, he’s gorgeous.”
James felt his face heat up, it didn’t help when the model pointed out that he was blushing. “I am flattered but I’m not very photogenic.”
The hair model frowned. “Aww that’s too bad.”
He swept up the last piece of hair and confetti. Then followed Bianca out of the salon and turned off the light. “Okay I’ll see you later darling, smooches,” Bianca said as she locked the salon behind her.
His phone buzzed, Marie was calling. “Hi Marie, I just left the salon, I am going to the pizza shop now.”
“Text me when you get off,” she said. He hung up after telling her he will.
James cut the pizza into slices as soon as it came out of the oven. “We got a delivery for two pizzas James, go to the front, there is a lady trying to order,” the manager said.
Her eyes wandered over the menu and she spoke in a thick accent. “I would like three pizzas and ugh.” She bit her lip. Her accent sounded familiar to her.
“Do you speak Italian?” he asked her in Italian.
Her eyes widened and she smiled. “Si!” She ordered much more comfortably in Italian. “Where did you learn Italian?” she asked after he brought her order to the table.
“I learned it at school, it’s my second language.” She placed a five dollar tip in his hand. "What country did you learn Italian in?"
He opened his mouth to speak. "M-." He closed his mouth. No he couldn't say that. "Italy," he said.
"James," his manager spoke behind him.
"Excuse me," James said. She nodded and he turned around.
"Delivery driver is here.” James adjusted his clean apron before opening the oven. He placed each pizza in the two boxes over the counter.
A young man in a red hat who couldn’t have been more than a few years older to him was waiting at the register. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting," James said.
The delivery driver took off his hat revealing a shaved head. He waved his hand as if he was swatting away a fly. “Please, you did me a favor. I need a break.”
“Lot of deliveries?"
The delivery driver nodded. "Not only that but I ran into this dog it was cute but I think he got dirt on my face.” The delivery driver rubbed at his neck and after he let go there was even more dirt than before... James covered his mouth, but he knew he couldn't contain his laughter. The young man in the red hat smiled. "I was going to order a dessert, but you smiled and I think that's sweet enough for me.”