Unprepared Daddy: A Second Chance Romance

by Bella Winters

  Chapter 8: Milos

  “Is she upstairs?”

  “Yes, sir,” the driver said on the other end of the phone. “She is in her apartment gathering her things, and I am down here waiting for her.”

  “Good,” I said. “When you are done, bring her to the lawyer’s office.”

  “Yes, sir,” the driver responded.

  “Oh, and make sure she changes her clothes,” I said, before hanging up the phone, looking around the suite, and hopping into the elevator.

  I had set up an impromptu meeting with the attorneys who were drawing up the paperwork while I was making my way to their office. There were a lot of things to cover, from the amount settled upon and her obligations, to what she couldn’t do while sitting as the princess of Silesia. She would never make it to queen, since her blood was not royal and by the time my mother died, Adriana will be long gone. Either way, I didn’t want to take any chances for confusion. It was important that I handled this meeting completely professionally, showing the attorneys I was serious and showing Adriana that this was a business agreement, not a romantic tryst or a game to be played. As I walked through the lobby, I held up my hand at the flash from a camera. I looked over at the desk and pointed.

  “You,” I shouted. “No media in the building.”

  The girl jumped and ran around the desk, shooting the reporter from the premises. I stood inside, waiting until I saw the car pull up, before jogging out and jumping inside, quickly shutting the door. We were only three blocks from the attorneys’ office, but I didn’t want the press following me. So I took the car instead of walking. When I arrived, I was greeted by the head attorney, who sat me down inside a conference room made of glass walls, boasting a large screen television and huge mahogany table in the center. I looked at the secretary. She smiled at me and poured me a cup of coffee. Her legs were long, but her hips were nowhere near as curvy and sexy as the stripper’s.

  I looked up as someone walked into the lobby, and I saw that it was Adriana. She smiled, dressed in a plain black dress that came below her knees and tall black heels. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and the leftover ringlets from the night before cascaded down her back. She actually looked like a professional, and a sexy one at that. I held the door open for her, watching her ass jiggle as she walked past and had a seat at the table. She looked nervous, but I kept my professional demeanor.

  “Miss Jones,” the attorney said as he walked through the doors. “So good to meet you. This won’t take long, and then you two can get on your way.”

  The lawyer sat a huge stack of papers down in front of us, and I watched Adriana take in a deep breath, trying to pay attention to what he was saying. As he went over every section, she would stop him, asking specific questions about terminology and definitions. Though I could see his weariness, I actually found it kind of cute. However, by page forty, her eyes had glazed over, and she had resorted to just sticking her hand out and sloppily plopping her name or initial on the line he pointed to. I didn’t blame her, though. This was boring as hell but vital to protecting her, me, and my kingdom. The signed copy would be sealed in their vault and would be the only copy in existence. When the year was over, and she was paid, the contract would be destroyed, allowing me to keep my secrecy.

  When the last signature had been made, the attorney thanked us, took my check, and we headed outside to the car. We climbed inside, sitting across from each other, and I pulled out my phone to check the time. We were doing well. We would actually make it to the jet with plenty of time to make it back to the palace by dinner time. I looked across at Adriana as she watched the cars passing out the window. She looked nervous and almost lost in her pretty black dress, sitting in a town car and watching her future zoom forward with no control. I knew exactly how that felt. I went to say something, anything to comfort her, but my phone buzzed in my lap, and I picked it up, grimacing at my mother’s name on the screen.

  “Hello, Mother,” I said answering.

  “Milos,” she replied angrily. “Why in God’s name would you think it was a good idea to go jetting off to Prague just a week after your father’s funeral? And to top it off, you were photographed being thrown out of two clubs last night. Did nothing I say to you about your father’s wishes sink in at all?”

  “Calm down, Mother,” I replied. “I am currently in route to the airport, with my fiancée, and we will be arriving within a few hours.”

  There was silence on the other end of the phone, and I didn’t know whether to laugh or wonder if I had finally killed the old lady. She was really smart, and I knew she would have questions about this, but I also knew she really wanted the royal family to stay in one piece. I cleared my throat to break the silence.

  “Well,” she said, sounding pleased but suspicious. “That is definitely the best news I’ve gotten in a while. I will have to start planning a wedding then, I suppose. Do you have any requests?”

  “No, Mother,” I said, chuckling. “I will leave all the planning of this wedding to you.”

  Adriana’s head snapped up as I spoke, a look of discontent on her face. Regardless of what Adriana wanted, my mother was going to insist on a big wedding, and I wasn’t going to disappoint her. If nothing else, it would keep my mother busy and off my back while I was home. When the conversation was over, I hung up, and I realized it had been the first cordial conversation I had with my mother in years. Maybe this marriage thing wasn’t such a bad deal, after all. My mother would be happy, the kingdom would be back in order, and Parliament would stay off my ass.

  We pulled into the hangar bay where the jet was parked, and I sighed with relief. Finally, I was going to be able to relax for a bit, and if I had my way, relieve some of the tension in my pants. When we parked, I got out of the car and walked around to escort Adriana onto the plane. I stood in front of the stairs with my arms wide in the air.

  “This is my favorite place,” I said enthusiastically. “I do all my best thinking here. No one bothers me while on board, and usually, it is taking me somewhere exciting and new. Come. I’ll show you around.”

  Adriana chuckled at my excitement and took my hand as I helped her up the stairs and onto the plane. The stewardess smiled as I passed, reminding me that my hot few hours on the way to Prague with the brunette from Australia should have prompted a staff change. But oh well. It was what it was. I had called ahead to let the captain know of my fiancée’s attendance, and the staff had been lectured on the importance of keeping their thoughts to themselves.

  “So, here is the main cabin,” I said, as we stood and looked over the carpeted expanse of the plane. “We have a bar over here to our left, a couch for lounging just over there, and our main seats here to the right.”

  Adriana smiled, nodded her head, and lifted her eyebrows. She didn’t seem the least bit impressed, which kind of bothered me. I knew she probably hadn’t seen anything like this before, but understanding that everything was happening so fast, I just took a deep breath and showed her to her seat. We stowed our things away and buckled up.

  Adriana gazed out the window while we taxied the runway, and I noticed her white-knuckling the arms of her seat as we took off. I wondered if she had ever flown in a plane before. Wanting to relieve some of her tension, I motioned to the stewardess to bring us some wine.

  “What do you think so far?” I asked, crossing my legs as I looked at her.

  “It’s all a bit overwhelming,” she replied with a forced grin. “But don’t worry. I’ll get used to it.”

  “Come here,” I said. I unbuckled my seat belt and reached for her hand. “Let me show you something.”

  We walked to the back of the plane and through the tall wooden double doors. I leaped forward and landed on the huge, king-sized bed and down comforters. One might think that I kept this bed here for one reason, which was the reason on my mind while I stared down at Adriana’s long, sexy legs. But that was not always the case. I took long flights all over the world, and I liked to have a p
lace to sleep while I traveled.

  “Why don’t I help you relieve some of that tension?” I whispered, biting my lip, and feeling my erection get harder. “Put your wine down and climb on in here with me.”

  She looked around the room quietly, no indication of what she was thinking on her face. Then she walked back to the doorway and looked down at me.

  “No, I think I’ll just enjoy the flight from the cabin,” she said, a cool smile on her lips.

  I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself as she walked away. The slit in the back of her dress came dangerously close to her ass. Her stockings were sheer, with a black line running up the back of both of them, and her heels had tiny bows at the top. She looked absolutely incredible, and all I wanted to do was get her out of all that and add her to my mile-high club list. But, seeing as sex was optional in our arrangement, I couldn’t really do anything about her lack of interest.

  I climbed up on the bed, slipped my shoes off, and crawled under the covers. I painfully rubbed my hand down my cock, feeling the burn of rejection. After the night of passion we shared, I thought now it would be in the bag, but this girl was going to make it hard.

  I had gotten the business end of what I wanted, but she was not going to make the other part easy in the least. The carefree part of myself wanted to completely forget about it, knowing there was no lack of pussy in my life, but the other part of me yearned for her wetness, her moans, and the way she looked at me as she orgasmed in the sheets.

  For the next couple of hours, I tossed and turned, trying to take a nap while enduring the endless suffering of a gigantic hard on. I watched out of the door as Adriana sat quietly, her legs crossed, and her hands resting in her lap. She definitely knew how to be regal and contemplative, but she also knew just what to do to drive me crazy. The line between any type of relationship and business had been drawn, and she was not going to let me forget it. The question now was, how do I get her to forget it, and how easy will it be to seduce her back into my bed?

  Chapter 9: Adriana

  To say everything was moving at warp speed would be an understatement. I stepped out of the car that drove us from his private airstrip and out into the courtyard of the palace. I was left completely breathless. The castle was enormous, and I felt like the whole of Prague could fit in just one wing. The outside was stunning, with large stone arches, light green rooves, and three tall towers that made me feel as if I was standing inside of a fairy tale. The amount of servants that stood on the steps, ready to welcome me, was staggering, and I assumed they were just a minuscule percentage of who actually worked for the kingdom.

  “My dear,” Milos said, as he handed me my purse. “This is Byron. He will be showing you to your quarters and getting you settled in.”

  I shook my head, not even noticing Milos slip off in the other direction. Byron smiled at me kindly, and I nodded my head and smiled at the servants who curtsied, one by one, as I passed them. Byron walked quickly through the sweeping halls, and I hurried to catch up. I glanced into the dozens of rooms I passed as I went and gawked at their magnitude. There were ballrooms, dining halls, maids’ quarters, and kitchens. And this was all before I had even reached my wing of the palace.

  “This wing will be yours,” Byron said as he opened the large engraved doors.

  I stepped into a large sitting area decorated with large, framed paintings of what I assumed to be royal family members. There were ornate vases scattered throughout, and a large pinstriped couch perched in the center, just in front of the fireplace. The rugs covering the marble floors gave a hint of the culture that I would be experiencing during my time in Silesia. There were so many things to see, explore, and admire, but everything seemed to be moving forward without a moment to take a breath. I stood in the large room looking up at the high-domed ceiling, clutching my purse.

  “My Lady,” Byron said. I looked up to find that he was standing by another set of large doors. “Deep breaths. It can be a lot to take in at first. Let’s get you settled.”

  I smiled and nodded my head, still looking around as I followed him into the halls beyond the doors. There were over a dozen rooms in my wing, and I wasn’t really sure what I was supposed to do with them all. We made our way past the gold-ornamented bathrooms and around the corridor, where we entered into my bedroom. Byron carried my luggage in and sat it by my king-sized, four-poster bed. I looked around in awe. The room was so large you could fit two of my flats from Liverpool inside of it with ease. It had its own dining area, living room, and sleeping quarters, as well as the largest fireplace I had ever seen.

  “Before you unpack, however, the Queen requests an audience,” Byron said kindly, bowing his head.

  “Oh,” I said with surprise and nerves. “Well, let's not keep the Queen waiting then.”

  We made our way across the castle to another large set of doors, where two guards sat perched. I thought to myself that I would need a map to find my way back. Fortunately, as arrived, I was introduced to a trove of servants that would be attending me, and they seemed to go wherever I did. Surely, they would be helpful.

  We stood in front of the large doors, and immediately, I became more than nervous. I clasped my hands in front of me to keep them from shaking. Byron opened the door and stood to the side, allowing me to slip into the room. It was like my sitting room at the front of my wing, except larger, and it smelled of hot tea and perfume.

  “Ah,” a voice said from the center of the room. “You don’t know how excited I am to meet you.”

  A beautiful woman walked toward me, dressed in a long skirt and suit jacket with a small rose pinned to the lapel. Her arms were open wide. Her hair was peppered with gray, but I could see the same smile on her face as I saw on Milos the first time I met him. Her eyes were kind but stern, and she grabbed my shoulders, leaning in and kissing each of my cheeks. She pulled back and took a good long look at me, as though she were making sure I was a suitable fit to become her daughter-in-law.

  “You must be exhausted,” she said, taking both of my hands and pulling me to the center of the room. “Things tend to move a bit faster inside the castle than they do on the outside. Milos will be along momentarily.”

  She motioned for me to sit in the chair facing her couch. I smiled and tried to sit as gracefully as possible, tucking my legs underneath my chair with my ankles crossed. I had no idea what I was supposed to do or say, so I just sat there watching the Queen’s servants rush around the room, preparing tea. Queen Zora smiled thankfully at her servant as she handed her a cup and sat back on the couch.

  “How are you adjusting so far, my dear?” she asked.

  I didn’t know what to say, and I felt like my mouth was stuck shut. I took in a deep breath, but before I could talk, the doors swung open, and Milos made his usual grand entrance.

  “Mother,” he said loudly. He walked over and bent down to kiss her on the cheek. “You look as lovely as always.”

  “Ah, Milos,” the Queen said in a loving tone. “We were just talking about how she was adjusting.”

  “My sweet Adriana is used to constant motion,” he said with charm. “She is a school teacher in Prague. Well, she was, until I swooped into her life. We’ve been dating for several months now, but we wanted to keep it quiet. She teaches elementary English, and the children really adore her. So, she wanted to make this transition as easy on them as possible.”

  I sat there listening to Milos, not realizing he was talking about me until he smiled and took my hand. I was going to have to remember all of these lies he told, if I was going to keep up this charade for a year. He continued to gush about me to his mother. I stared at the large portrait of whom I assumed was his father. They looked identical. The only difference was the King’s peppered black and gray hair, showing his seniority.

  “It was hard to tear her away, since she is involved in so many volunteer programs, and the community relied on her for so much,” Milos gushed. “But alas, I was able to talk her into bringing that swee
t and caring demeanor to Silesia, with the hope that she can make the same difference in our kingdom as she has for the people of Prague.”

  “That is just lovely,” the Queen said, sipping her tea. “Now, I know our time is limited today, since I must get the plans ready for the dinner in your bride’s honor for tomorrow night. Let’s talk briefly about the wedding.”

  “I don’t want to wait,” Milos cut in. “It must be something we do immediately.”

  “While I appreciate your enthusiasm, a royal wedding can take months to plan,” the Queen said, with a knowing laugh.

  “Then cut it down, Mother,” Milos responded, standing and looking around. “This Kingdom has been through enough change with father’s death. I would like to get the wedding complete and on to business.”

  “Milos,” the Queen said with a disappointed look.

  “Mother, you are resourceful. Let’s say a week. I want to be married within a week. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a honeymoon to plan.”