Lucky Prince_A Fake Fiance, Real Royal Wedding Romance

by Eva Luxe

  Just a few days ago, I was out in the garden working and she had been in the studio painting. I had come out into the garden because I had been watching her work in the studio almost every day. She was truly mesmerizing to watch. The way that she painted so passionately and her sweet, simple beauty were like a beacon of light. I wanted to bask in her light at every moment.

  But, I told myself that I needed to stop letting my feelings get the better of me. So, out to the garden I went. It was the only place where I could truly find work to throw myself into.

  It didn’t help me not to think about her, though. I was probably out there for three hours working hard, pulling up weeds, watering the garden, and just making sure that it was looking as beautiful as possible. I started imagining us having picnics out in the garden, watching her eyes light up as all of the color flowers surrounded us. It would be magical. I worked even harder thinking about all of the romantic possibilities that could come from us enjoying time together in the beautiful garden.

  I cursed myself for thinking such silly thoughts, especially as I stood there falling to pieces in front of my eyes in my home on my island. It had been somewhat of a shock at first. I thought that she was happy. I was doing all that I could think to do to make sure that she was comfortable and happy. I must have failed somehow if she felt that she was in such terrible conditions that she couldn’t bear to stay another minute.

  I reached for her and she pulled away.

  “No!” she yelled, her face red from the hot tears soaking her face.

  “Talia, please, we can figure this out! Please don’t pull away from me.”

  I wanted to hold her near to me, to comfort her, to tell her that there would never be another reason for her to cry. I wanted to be her calm from the storm, for her to know that, with me, she would always be okay.

  When I reached for her again, she put her hands against my chest as if she was going to push me away, but she didn’t. Instead, she just melted into my arms, her loud sobs muffled by my shirt as she cried into it. I felt so much tension leaving her with each exhalation of breath. I wanted her to get it all out. And I also wanted her to know that she wasn’t the only one who had been feeling conflicted. I had been feeling the same way and wondering if there would be a breaking point soon. I guess this had been the moment that I had been anticipating, but I didn’t think that it would happen in this way.

  “I know how you feel, Talia,” I told her, wrapping my arms tighter around her, rubbing my hand up and down her back. “I have had many moments where I have had to remind myself that this is a business arrangement of sorts, that I shouldn’t let me hopeless romanticism get the best of me. I just have been trying to ignore it because I really have come to like you as a person and would never want to do anything that might interrupt the amazing connection that has developed between us. You’re one cool chick.”

  I looked down at her and smiled, winking at her. She looked up at me and smiled back, her cries having calmed to random hiccups.

  “I’m glad that you told me that,” she said. “Part of the conflict in me has been feeling bad that we got into this on the same page, knowing that neither or us wanted to complicate things with feelings. And, even though I am falling for you, I still feel the same way, that I don’t want to complicate things with our feelings. I would hate to ruin what we have. I would leave now if it meant that things could always be as good as they are now.”

  I understood how she felt. It was almost like it was so good you wanted to freeze time, put whatever this thing was under glass so that it didn’t get ruined by the elements, and preserve it as a piece of happiness that could be revisited at any time.

  “I didn’t plan on falling for you. Part of me wishes that I didn’t have such strong feelings for you. Then, this all might be more simple. But, the truth is, the way that I feel about you now, I would be sad if you left. No, it would be more than just sad. My heart would hurt at the thought of you leaving now.”

  She looked at me with such emotion that I thought that she was going to break out in tears yet again.

  “But, the contract…” She was shaking her head and moving back in the opposite direction of where I was standing.

  “Damn the contract!” I yelled, pulling her back to me. “I created the contract. I can tear the contract up.”

  “No, you can’t,” she said, softly.

  “Well, why not?” I asked, folding my arms.

  “Because it’s an electronic contract,” she said.

  We both paused, looking at each other. The laughter was so soft at first. Then, it turned into roaring laughter with both of us laughing so heartily that our entire body shook.

  “Well, I’ll print it out and we’ll tear it up together. We can even make multiple copies of it and have a bonfire out on the beach and burn it. It doesn’t matter. The point is, we can do whatever we want and no contract, paper or otherwise, is going to dictate what we do. Agreed?”

  “Okay,” she said, hugging me back so hard. It was the kind of hug that made you feel like your soul was being embraced. It felt so right.

  “Let’s go sit and have some tea,” I said, holding her hand and walking out of the room. I wanted change the mood in the house and definitely felt that leaving the room was going to help with that.

  “Let me put my thing away…”

  “No, you’ll have plenty of time to work on all of that,” I said, not loosenin my grip on her hand.

  We kept walking, silently holding hands. Once in the kitchen, Talia pulled up a stool and sat at the counter.

  “I am all for the idea of leaving the contract out of it,” she said. “It was starting to feel harder to let my feelings for you be what they would be with that constantly hanging over my head. I have never felt like this about anyone. I felt like it was being made dirty of something by leaving it that. Deep down, I believe that love is much like art and that if you try to interfere with the nature process too much, it can mean disaster. Letting things flow is what will make sure that it will flourish into a beautiful masterpiece.”

  “You have a wonderful way of painting a picture, physically and metaphorically.”

  “Thank you,” she sniffed. I wasn’t sure if the pun landed or not. But, I was glad to see that she wasn’t crying hysterically anymore. There had always been something about seeing a woman, especially one that I loved, deduced to uncontrollable tears that had a way of making me come undone.

  I remember a time that I came into the house and saw Sophia crying silently. Looking back now, it might have been a sign that she wasn’t quite as happy as I thought that she was. Or maybe she and her boyfriend had gotten into an argument that day. Whatever the case was, she was sitting in bed crying and, from the looks of it, she had been like that for hours before I had come home.

  Not understanding what was going on, I threw down my coat and briefcase and ran over to where she sat on the bed huddled up into a ball crying her eyes out. They weren’t loud, wracking cries, but the tears just wouldn’t stop.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked, a look of concern etched on my face.

  “Nothing,” she repeated, refusing to look at me. She wrung her hands, which showed me that whatever it was that had her upset was really stressing her out. I gathered her up in my arms and held her tightly, rocking her back and forth.

  “It’s okay,” I told her over and over. I could feel her relaxing, like whatever it was that was happening simply needed me there to make right. At least that was what I told myself. About an hour later, she was as chipper as ever, asking me to play a card game with her. She was so upbeat and happy, I almost forgot that less than an hour before that, she was a puddle of tears in bed. We never talked about it after that, mostly because it had been so hard for me seeing her so upset and not knowing the reason for it, giving me a chance to fix whatever was wrong.

  I decided to open up to Talia more about my ex-wife in hopes that she might be able to understand me better.

  “What happened bet
ween my wife and I was so bad that it made me feel like I would never fully open my heart up to trusting another woman. I loved her with everything in me. I had never been more committed to anyone or anything. People saw my dedication to my business and didn’t understand that my wife had been the driving force for that. After she passed, people assumed that I would just throw myself into my work and that would be that. What people didn’t anticipate is that my loyalty to my wife had been so tied up in the legacy that I had been building with my wife, that it almost felt wrong to keep working on it without her. So, I told myself that I would come out to the island and work on separating her from various aspects of my life so that I could at least get through life without constantly thinking about how she was missing from my world. I hated myself for thinking about her constantly. Now, I’ve come to terms with the fact that she would be the first person on my mind most days simply because I had designed our lives so that they intertwined and were all but one. To me, that was what a good marriage was all about. Little did I know that while I was busy designing the perfect marriage, she was going behind my back destroying it. It made everything that I had done up until that point bittersweet. It was like love sat in my mouth like some sort of toxic chemical that threatened my life. I didn’t just lose my wife; I lost my will to live. Because I felt so dead inside. Still do in many ways. But, since you got here, things have gotten much better. I have been happier, smiling more, planning for the future. And even though it’s been hard trying to find a happy medium between keeping things above board and professional, not involving feelings at all and finding myself quickly falling head over heels, it has felt good to find someone who made me want to try again.”

  “I am so sorry that that happened to you,” she said, caressing my face with her warm, soft hand. “I will never do that to you.”

  I wanted to believe her. I believe that she believed that she was telling the truth. I didn’t think that she would intentionally try to hurt me. But, her decision to run off and pack her things without so much as a conversation was a good indication that there was a good chance that I would still end up getting hurt in all of this. I didn’t say that out loud, but I knew that my guards were very much so up.

  But, I pulled her close to me, anyway, and just held her to my chest. I wanted to relish every moment that we had together for as long as I could.

  I wanted to feel her near me, to be inside of her. I wanted her to feel the depth of the love that I felt growing inside of me.

  I swept her off of her feet and carried her in my arms down the hallway and into my bedroom. We had never gone in there together, always going into the room that I had made up for her as her bedroom. It was dimly lit. I put on soft jazz music to set the mood. It was calm. The double doors leading to the balcony was open and a soft breeze was filting in, making the curtains sway back and forth softly.

  I laid her gently on the bed, watching her chest slowly rise and fall as she breathed. Her petite frame was so inviting laying on my bed, the one that I had spent so many nights in alone. She fit pefectly in my bed. I wondered if she would enjoy sleeping there with me for more nights.

  I wasn’t about to ask her right them, though.

  Instead, I started to slowly undress her, starting with her shirt. She liked to wear flannel button ups, so I took great care to undo each button slowly, careful not to rip them off. I wasn’t in any rush and truly wanted to savor this moment. She started to moan, reaching down to rub her fingertips across her nipples. I was starting to really get turned on myself. After taking her shirt off and letting her breast free from her bra, I reached down and peeled off her pants. She helped by lifting her butt up so that I could take them off more easily. She started to shiver from the cold, but her body felt really warm pressed up against mine.

  “Are you cold?” I asked her.

  “No,” she said almost inaudibly. “I’m just nervous.”

  Her admission had caught me off guard. We had already had sexy many times, so I didn’t think that she would still be getting nervous. It was kind of sweet, though. It made me see just how deep her feelings were for me. It turned me on even more. I started grinding my dick on her leg, running my hands all over her body. I put my hands between her legs and started kneading her soft center. She sucked air in through her teeth and moaned in such a sexy way that it drove me wild. I couldn’t wait any more.

  I needed to be inside of her.

  I freed my dick from its prison inside of my pants and watched it stand to attention as I knelt over Talia. She laid there underneath me in eager anticipation of what was to come.

  I started kissing her, first on her lips, then all over her face. I started to move down her neck, making a trail between her breast and down to her belly button. She jumped as if each kiss prickled her skin. I opened her legs wide, wrapping my arms around each leg. I pulled her close to me and inserted my long, hard dick into her juicy center. I seemed to sink inside of her, her wet fold enveloping me. My dick throbbed with pleasure as I slowly dipped my dick in and out of her. She moved her hips to match my movement, our bodies coming together as if in a happy symphony. She held onto my arms for dear life, like the pleasure that was building in her was almost too much for her to bear. I kept a steady pace for a while, slowly digging my dick in and out of her wet pussy. Her creamy goodness was coating my dick was a thick, white frothiness. I could feel her pussy tighten against my hardness, threatening to make me explode all over her at any moment. But, I held it together, caressing her as I dove deeper and deeper into her pussy.

  This time seemed a lot different from the other times that we had had sex. It had always been good, but this time seemed more gentle, softer. It was the difference between fucking and making love.

  This time definitely qualified as making love. And I could tell that she was enjoying it at least as much as I was.

  “I love how you feel,” she said easily, her voice almost a whisper. The words floated through the air like a pleasant scent. They weren’t exactly the words that I had been expecting, but hearing the word love did something to heighten the mood.

  “I love how you feel, too,” I could hear myself saying back.

  I lifted her up so that she was on top of me. I pulled her down onto me hard, picking up speed as I slammed her body down and watched her bounce back up. I wrapped my arms tightly around her waist, her dark, curly hair flying in every direction. The smell of flowers from her shampoo permeated the room, intoxicating me with her womanly essence.

  I grabbed a handful of her hair and kissed her mouth hard. She moaned with pleasure and kissed me back. Our tongues danced wildly as our bodies entangled. I could feel myself about to orgasm.

  “I’m coming,” I yelled, holding her tightly as my dick began sputtering. It was such a powerful orgasm that I clenched my entire body while I felt the waves coursing through my body.

  We both collasped on the bed, breathless and sweating, the soft breeze coming in from the window almost feeling cold as it cooled the hot sweat that were streaming down our bodies.

  Talia turned her back to me and leaned against me in a spooning position. I wrapped my arms around her and held her there. This was the first time in a very long time that I didn’t feel torn, like I was doing something wrong in having her laying in bed with me. This was the first time that I knew that I loved her and that I wanted to wake up with her next to me. I didn’t have to try fighting it. It was almost like her breakdown earlier had managed to free both of us. We didn’t have to worry about pretending that we didn’t have feelings for each other. Admitting that we had the feelings and allowing ourselves to feel them made it easier to relax and be comfortable around each other.

  And the more that I thought about it, that was ultimately what I had wanted when I considered placing the ad. The sex part was amazing. That was something that I couldn’t deny and wouldn’t want to if I could. But, the companion part, the part about enjoying being in someone else’s company, the part where you are excited about havin
g them near you, sharing your bed with them, not just fucking them, but then actually feeling comfortable with sleeping with them. That was true intimacy.

  Real intimacy was something that is often lost in the situationships that I see many people getting into. That was one of the reasons why I was so glad that I was married to someone that I actually loved. Sleeping with someone is easy; building a relationship that would last beyond the bedroom was another thing completely.

  “You keep this up and your’re going to have a permanent resident on your island,” she said weakly, a soft laugh escaping her lips. I pulled her closer to me in a hug.

  “Maybe that won’t be such a bad thing,” I told her. “And if the sex is always this amazing, I know that it won’t be a bad thing.”

  We laid their together, listening to the lilting sound of the saxophone floating from the speakers. It was like a soundtrack to our lives, a beautiful life that was starting to turn into a magical dream that I never wanted to wake from.

  I hated feeling like I compared everything to my ex-wife Sophia, but I tried to remind myself that she was the only woman that I had ever been with. I kicked myself sometimes for not hooking up with more girls, especially in college when there were so many girls to choose from who were interested in me. But, everyone knew that I was with Sophia. Plus, Sophia never made me feel like I wanted any other woman. I was mostly content.

  But, now that I was with Talia and things were starting to develop beyond my control, I couldn’t help but realize that this was a different level of feelings than I was used to. Sophia and I had had the advantage of many years together that helped to form a strong bond between us.

  With Talia, though, it was something else, something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on, something more real. Whatever it was, it made me feel young again, alive, rejuvenated, excited. It made me excited about what the future would hold for us.