Wicked Prince Charmings: Blue Saffire & Co. Fairy Tales

by Blue Saffire

  He laughs. “It’s not my fault you’re so loud. I’ve told you to be quiet.”

  “Lies. You do stuff just to make me loud.”

  “Yeah, you’re right about that. I love the noises you make while I’m inside you.”

  Just those words have me clenching my thighs tighter together. I bite my lip to keep the moan locked in.

  “I want to celebrate with you tonight.”

  “Of course,” I reply already thinking about that dick down I’m going to get.

  Another laugh from Dean. “Not like that. I want to celebrate with you and Maddox. How about I bring dinner over to your place tonight. We can rent movies and eat Chinese food. Do you think he’ll enjoy that?”

  My heart beats faster. I enjoy the time I share with Dean. He is incredible in bed, a wonderful coddler, and a great listener. However, it’s times like this, when he takes the time to include my son in his plans that makes me fall in love with him.

  “I think he will be ecstatic about it.” I know my son, he will be more than happy.

  “Good, tonight we’ll hang out together as a family, and then Saturday, I want to take you out.”

  To go from a high to a low. It’s situations like this that break my heart. “You know we can’t go out in public. Your divorce may be final, but I still have to think about my job.”

  He lets out a harsh breath. “I know, but I want to take you out. I’ll find some place a couple towns over. We don’t have to worry about anyone spotting us.”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Come on, babe, don’t overthink it. I love the time we spend together in your bed, but I want to take you out and show people what a lucky man I am.”

  As much as I wanted to spend time outside of my bed with him, I have to think about my job. It’s one thing for us to hang out where no one can see us, but all it would take is for one person to spot us and it could be catastrophic.

  I have to think of Maddox. I’ve been having fun, getting my life back in order and I deserve it, but at the end of the day, I’m still a mom that needs a job.

  “I don’t think we should risk it. It’s perfect the way it is.”

  “How about this? We can go in separate cars. And get there at different times, it will look like a coincidence we’re there together.”

  It’s hard to say no to him. Especially when I know he just wants to spend time with me, but I have to think of my son.

  “It’s just too risky.”

  “Just think about it, please?”

  I smile because I know he’s making that puppy face even though I can’t see him. “I’ll think about it.”

  “Yeah? Awesome. I’ll be by the house around eight tonight. I’ll see you then. I…,” he pauses, and I wait on baited breath for him to finish that train of thought.

  I just want him to say it. If he says it first, then I can finally say it too. I admitted to falling for him, and he never said anything back. I refuse to be the first one to admit that I’m in love.

  “I have to go,” he says instead, and I exhale my disappointment.

  “Okay, see you tonight.”

  “See you tonight,” he replies before hanging up.

  I place my phone down on the desk. As much as I wish I could go out with him this weekend, I know I can’t.

  Just fourteen more months, Sienna. You can make it that long.

  Chapter 12

  All Falls Down

  Dean

  I look around at the darkened bar. Low lights give the rustic place a cozy atmosphere. Pool tables are further in the back, near the restrooms. A fully stocked bar is off to the right as you walk in, a small dance floor and a few round tables fill the open space.

  I thought of this place to take Sienna to tonight because it’s kind of out of the way. It isn’t as popular as some of the other bars, but it’s a good place. Usually pretty quiet, and not too rowdy a crowd. I brought Trisha here once, and she complained the entire damn time.

  It took three weeks to convince Sienna to come out with me. She’s so paranoid about someone spotting us, but I promised her that we would be okay. It took that and my tongue work in the bedroom to get her to say yes.

  I look down at my phone to check the time. Sienna was supposed to be here seven minutes ago like we planned. She’s late and I’m starting to get worried. My phone lights up in my hand, alerting me of a text message.

  Sienna: I’m here. Walking in now.

  A big ass smile spreads across my face.

  Me: About time. I’m at the bar to your right.

  Sienna: I’m not late, I actually drive the speed limit. Unlike someone else I know.

  I read her text and laugh. She’s always making jokes about my driving even though she has yet to get in the car with me. She saw me flying through a yellow light one time and now I have a name.

  I look up in time to see Sienna walk through the door. The plan was to make it seem like we just happened to be at the same place at the same time. Just in case someone spots us, we’ll act as if we are shocked to see each other. However, that bullshit plan goes out the window the moment I see her walk into the bar.

  She’s wearing a black leather skirt that barely covers her thighs. The skirt is high waisted and her white long sleeve shirt with a V-neck has her full breasts nearly toppling out. I’m on my feet instantly, marching over to her.

  “What are you wearing?” I look around to see if anyone is sneaking peeks at my girl. An old man sitting alone is nearly drooling in his lap as he gazes at her ass.

  “Hey, eyes up here, old man,” I warn the guy. I’d fight his old ass for my girl.

  “You don’t like my outfit? I picked it out just for you. I thought you would like to have easy access to your favorite parts,” she playfully purrs toward me.

  My dick was already hardening the moment she walked through the door, it’s at full mast now just thinking about that slippery velvet heat I know she has between those thick thighs. I squint at her. She’s fucking with me because she knows we’re nowhere I can punish her for teasing me.

  “I’m going to make you pay for that later,” I say in a low growl. She smiles and bites her bottom lip. “Come on, you’re not leaving my sight all night.”

  Although she takes it as a joke, I mean that shit. Sometimes Sienna forgets how fucking sexy she is. Right now, she has men watching her like she might be a prime rib. I place a possessive hand at her lower back as I lead her to my spot at the bar.

  “What will you have to drink, red or white?” I ask.

  “Nothing for me,” she says turning to the bartender. “I’m driving tonight.” The bartender smiles.

  “A water for her and another coke for me.” I say. The bartender nods and heads over to the small fridge to get our drinks. When Sienna turns back to me, I look at her with a smile. “I love how cautious you are.”

  “Not always, I’m here, aren’t I?”

  I don’t argue. I know she’s still unsure about being here with me. I grab her hands in mine and bring them up to my lips to place a kiss on the back.

  “I would never want to jeopardize you and Maddox. You have to trust me, I thought of everything. No one will find out.”

  She shuts her eyes and lets out a deep breath. When she opens them she says, “Okay.”

  Her smile is so bright on her face that I’m tempted to say fuck this date and find myself buried balls deep inside her. The bartender places a bottle of water in front of her and a can of coke before me.

  We spend close to an hour talking, laughing, and just hanging out. I have no complaints about what we do in the bedroom. In fact, I have plans to do it all night tonight, but it’s something about just hanging out and talking to her. It’s the most peaceful feeling.

  Florida Georgia Line comes on the speakers singing, H.O.L.Y, and I can’t think of a more fitting song. “Dance with me?” I stand holding out a hand.

  She looks nervously around the room before placing her hand in mine. I help her stand and escort her t
o the small dance floor. Facing each other, she places her arms around my neck. I put my hands on her hips as I pull her into me. She stares up at me with so much tenderness, I want to give this girl the world.

  I start to sway as I hum with the music. For a moment the world fades away, and it’s just the two of us together. Maybe that’s why I decide to sing to her.

  I repeat the words of the song, singing to her of being an angel and pleading for her to never leave me. Whether she knows it or not she’s my saving grace and for the first time in a long time I believe in something again.

  I admit I don’t have the best singing voice in the world, but it doesn’t matter, the words are true. I continue to stare down at her, allowing the words to the song to express my feelings for her. Even when the song dies down and another slow one comes on; I don’t stop dancing with her.

  It’s in that moment, with her body pressed into mine, my hands on her hips where I always want them and her fingers rubbing into the short hair at the back of my head, that I realize what I’ve been too afraid to admit.

  “Sienna,” I swallow when those dark pools reflect her feelings back to me. “I—”

  “Dean.” A screeching voice breaks into our moment.

  A voice I hoped to never have to hear again. No fucking way would fate do this. Sienna and I turn to find none other than my ex-wife and about five other people with her—one being the asshole she was sleeping with. Sienna tenses beside me. She pulls away from me, putting distance between us that I don’t like.

  “What are you doing here, Trisha?” I don’t give a shit why she’s here. I’m just trying to make conversation to keep her attention off of Sienna.

  “Isn’t it obvious?” Trisha says with smug satisfaction. “I’m here celebrating my divorce.”

  “Well, that makes two of us. Now if you don’t mind, my date and I will be going.” I reach for Sienna’s hand, turning my back to Trisha.

  “Date?” she laughs in that tone I know to be her bitchy one. From that tone alone, I know she’s about to say something to piss me the fuck off. “I mean, I knew you had fallen on hard times, but Damn. I didn’t know you were that desperate.”

  I swing around so fast and with so much fury, Trisha and her entire group steps back. “Watch what you say.”

  For only a second, fear coats Trisha’s face, but it melts away. As I’ve said, I’ve never put my hands on her and she knows I never will, so she has no real reason to fear me.

  “I knew you would never be able to replace me, but you could’ve at least tried.” She laughs and her group joins her. My hands tighten into fists and for the very first time, I wish I could knock her the fuck out.

  “Dean, let’s just go,” Sienna says softly behind me as she wraps her hand around my bicep.

  “Yes, please take Humpty Dumpty back home. Her cankles are swelling in her boots.”

  I have to close my eyes to fight off my fury. “Go to hell, Trisha.”

  “Go to the farm, Dean, and drop your date back off.”

  I know Sienna says it doesn’t bother her when people make fun of her. It shouldn’t because she’s a fucking goddess, but it’s something about the way Trisha is talking about her and the way Sienna seems so tensed up. It’s pissing me off more.

  “You can make all the fat jokes you want about her. In the end, I’m still the luckiest son of a bitch in this room.” I turn toward the woman that I’m lucky as fuck to call mine and smile. “You all have a great night. My girl and I plan on celebrating all night long.” I watch as that blush creeps over Sienna’s face.

  “I know you from somewhere,” Trisha says, and I watch as the cute blush fades away and is replaced by utter fear.

  I swing back around to Trisha. Part of me yells for me to leave, telling me whatever she’s about to reveal, I don’t want to know. Yet that part of me that has been trying to figure out where I’ve seen Sienna before forces me to stay.

  “Where do I know you from?” Trisha stares as she continues to try and remember.

  “Dean, we should go.” Sienna tugs at my arm, again those warning bells go off for me to get the hell out of here.

  “Oh my God,” Trisha gasps out, and I know my time to walk away has gone. “You’re Fat Ellie.”

  Sienna

  The moment that name leaves her mouth, I’m dragged back to my horrible high school years. To eating lunch in the girls’ bathroom to hide away from the taunts and name calling. I’m the girl that had a panic attack every morning before school, praying that I would’ve died in my sleep so I wouldn’t have to go to school that day.

  High school was hell for me, and it took therapy and years of building up my self-esteem in order to cover up the scars of what I went through. However, all of those lessons and that confidence goes out the window the moment Trisha calls me that name.

  “Don’t call her that,” Dean says in disbelief. I can tell by the crease in his brows that it still hasn’t registered for him.

  He didn’t actually torment me in school, mostly because he never even noticed me. The one time I tried to speak to him, he nearly snapped my head off. That was the only time we had any real contact. I mean, he had to know who fat Ellie was because he’d been around countless times when his girlfriend and her gang of friends taunted me.

  “She’s not her,” Dean says, this time with a little less conviction.

  “Come on, it’s obvious,” Trisha sneers. “She’s not as fat, but it’s still her.”

  “I see it.” One of Trisha’s friends jokes. “I remember her from high school as well. It’s Fat Ellie. Do you remember when she sat on that chair in Lab and it broke?”

  They roar in laughter. I flinch at the memory. It was an old chair and already near falling apart. Which is why Mr. Kittle moved it to the back of the class. However, someone—I still don’t know who—swapped my chair out for it because they knew it would break. I was mortified and everyone laughed about it for months.

  “You can put makeup on a pig but it’s still a pig,” someone else says and it ignites another round of laughter.

  My panic attack rises up. My chest starts to hurt and my breathing becomes labored. I turn to find Dean looking at me strangely. Gone is the man that held me so tight as he sang about being in love with me.

  “This is hilarious,” Trisha goes on to say. “She used to follow you around like a lost dog in school, and now she’s got you. You’ve officially hit rock bottom.”

  The laughter comes again. I see the moment when the recognition hits him, his eyes widen in shock. He remembers me.

  I can’t handle the disgust I’m sure will come. I turn and rush off before the first tear falls. “Sienna,” I hear Dean yell my name, but I don’t turn to him.

  I run out of the bar as fast as my open toe boots will take me. My fairy tale has ended, and reality has crashed down.

  Chapter 13

  Ugly Truth

  Sienna

  When I get to the comfort and privacy of my own home, I flop down on my couch and cry. I knew this would happen. I knew that I was entirely too happy and it could never go on.

  I wanted to believe that my story would be like the ugly duckling that turned into the swan. Yet despite how much I’ve changed and formed a new opinion of myself, I will always be that outcast little duck.

  I’m only home for five minutes before lights shine through my front windows. A car cuts off outside and a door slams. Moments later beating at my front door causes me to jump.

  “Sienna,” Dean shouts from the other side of my front door.

  Fucking seriously? Did he come to curse me out for misleading him? Or does he just want to tell me face to face that he doesn’t want to be with me anymore? Well, I’ll save him the trouble.

  “Sienna,” he shouts before beating on the door again.

  “Go away.” I don’t want to see the disappointment and disgust on his face.

  The knocking stops, and for a minute I believe he actually leaves. “Open the door.” His voice is a
bit softer now. “We need to talk.”

  “Just leave. Please. Your eyes told me all that I need to know.”

  Silence, this time I get to my feet and walk to the front door. I peek out of one of the six small glass windows. I find Dean with his hands and forehead pressed to the wooden and glass barrier.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice is even lower now as if he knows I’m just on the other side.

  I turn my back to the door before sliding down to my butt. “And say what? That I was the girl your girlfriend and friends made miserable her entire four years in high school. The girl that needed therapy after I left high school just to recover. Or maybe I should’ve told you I was the girl you never acknowledged.

  “The girl that barely existed in your world. Even when Trisha told you who I was, you didn’t even remember me. How was I supposed to tell you that?”

  “I… I… remembered you.”

  “No, you didn’t. Just...” I pause to fight back the tears. “Just go away.” Quietness surrounds me again. However, I know he isn’t gone. I can still hear him breathing on the other side of the door.

  When he doesn’t say anything for a while, I go to tell him to leave again, but he speaks. “Yellow sweater.”

  Two words that mean nothing to me.

  “What?”

  He sighs. “I can’t believe I’m about to tell you this.” Another pause. “Eleventh grade, you wore a yellow sweater. It had a deep V-neck and was made of that soft thick wool fabric.”

  I remember that sweater now. It was a birthday gift from my sister. Most of my clothes back then were basic, too big, or homemade.

  My father was against girls wearing revealing clothing and by revealing it could be anything that showed skin. I remember opening that box from my sister that year and falling in love with the sweater. I had to hide it from my parents in order to even wear it.

  The day I finally got to wear the sweater is also the day I decided to speak to Dean for the first time and he snapped at me. “I remember that sweater,” I reply. “I also remember you telling me to get away from you.”