Girl For Rent: A Dark Romantic Comedy

by Dark Angel

  No one has ever laid it all out like this for me, and I love that he can hardly contain his passion.

  "The next day still thinking about you at lunch all I could talk about was you. The way you felt and the way you smelled. My friends have never seen me act this way before. I need you, Ella, to stay with me; let me show you every part of me and I hope you want to show me every part of you. I want to be here to calm your fears, be the shoulder that you cry on. I want to keep you here forever. I will go against the world for you. Ella, I love you."

  He said those words again. He knew it was what I needed. He means them. "Derek," I whisper, unable to find my own words right now.

  He places his finger on my lips. "If you think I'm crazy it’s okay, just know that I do love you, Ella. I would never have stopped searching for you."

  I kiss his fingers and move them and place them over my heart, and while looking deep into his eyes I tell him, "Derek, I don’t think you're crazy. I love you, too." He covers my hand with his and kisses me again. This time our kiss is sensual and intense. It goes on forever, and the whole world feels like nothing else exists but us. Feeling the slickness of our sweat, our cum, we stay pressed together as Derek picks me up and lowers us both to the floor. Placing his body on top of mine, he takes both our hands, and we interlock our fingers above my head. Derek works his tongue down my neck and across my breasts, kissing me with a hungry compulsion that matches my own need. Feeling his tongue once again on my skin makes me quiver. The combined heat of our bodies together makes it feel warm in this place of love. Derek’s secret place will forever be the place where we first told each other we love you.

  I could stay with him like this forever, never caring about what happens outside of this room. We love each other, and that should be enough. But I know he's royalty and his family will likely never approve, but I'm ready for whatever challenges come our way. I've already lost a job for him, and have flown clear across the world for him. All for him, all for this moment chasing a dream that has now become a sweet, sweet reality. I will fight to hold onto this because I will never feel this way again in my life. And I know that Derek feels the same. Here we are together as I prepared to search for him, and he was already searching for me. That type of love only comes once in a lifetime. I know that Derek will fight just as hard to be with me. And that means nothing can stop us from being together because we're both committed to being truly in love with each other.

  Everything is going to be okay.

  The soft wet kisses caressing my skin crash my train of thought, though, and all I think of now is how I slide my hand down to that rock-hard erection and start to rub the thick head across my clit. Arching back underneath him, I spread my legs to let his cock inside my pussy once more. This time, as two people in love, we move with each other’s bodies. I bury my face in Derek's neck, as he strokes deep inside my pussy, his cock feels like this is where it's meant to be.

  Exploring my pussy in even, slow strokes, he's finding every spot that there is, and some I didn’t know I had. I grow wetter by the minute with every stroke. I bite on Derek's neck and drag my nails across his back as he picks up his pace. I thrust and grind my hips to keep up with his strokes. I want him to know I want to fuck him as much as he wants to fuck me. My toes curl tightly as I feel those juices building up again. I'm going to cover his cock again with my cum, but this time not as a girl chasing a dream or fantasy, but as the girl who is having hot dirty sex with the man, my man whom I love.

  I’m not going to hold back this time; I'm going to let my orgasm erupt all over his cock when it's ready to explode. I want to cum with him, I want us to share that intense orgasmic climax together. Feeling that euphoric feeling washing over the both of us, taking control of us. The world spins as we soar into our orbit. I work my hips harder making sure to drive that cock deep inside my pussy. Here is where I want his cock to stay, deep inside my canal where I can feel Derek’s head throbbing against the walls of my cunt. We kiss each other as our tongues dance and swirl around each other as we both arch our backs as we explode. I can feel our juices mixing deep inside me. My eyes roll back as Derek holds on tightly to my back. Still thrusting his cock as it continues to shoot load after load. My cum flows out of my pussy and down his shaft, and I reach my hands out to catch it underneath his balls. I fill my hands up and then bring them to my mouth as Derek and I both stick our tongues in the palm of my hand to taste the sweet mixture of him and I. Completely spent, my legs shake as Derek lies on top of me, his breathing ragged. I suck our cum off my finger and then kiss him, loving the taste of us mixed together.

  We’re both panting now and finally spent.

  Rolling onto his back, Derek wraps his arms around me, burying his face into my neck. He inhales, breathing me in and pressing his lips against my skin. “Tell me this is real, and that you won’t leave me again.” The raw need in his voice makes my eyes sting, nearly bringing me to tears.

  I gently kiss his cheek, tender as I can be. "We're real. I'll never leave. I couldn't stand to lose you again."

  Ella

  He loves me! Everything I imagined about this night doesn’t begin to compare to what just happened.

  Derek looks down at me tenderly, running his hands through my blonde waves that are now falling down my back after the way he just fucked me. “So beautiful, my Ella.”

  I smile up at him. “My handsome prince.” I shake my head, laughing. “I really can’t get over that one.”

  He gives me the sexy smirk I love so much and leans in to kiss me again before grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the room we sneaked into. “Come on, babe. There’s an unused guest wing in the palace. We’ll be safe there. No one will find us and we can spend the rest of the night hiding away from everyone.”

  His choice of words strikes me as strange, but I don’t think about it when he gives me a heated look. We laugh and kiss as we stumble through the hallways of the palace, Derek leading me to this secret hideaway. I barely notice all the ornate decor because we’re so caught up in each other, unable to keep our hands off the other’s body.

  The guesthouse is gorgeous, just like everything else, full of expensive but comfortable furniture, and we go straight to the bedroom, collapsing on a huge bed that has to be the equivalent of two king-size beds. I smile. How fitting for a prince.

  We spend the rest of the night lost in each other, then drift off to sleep. When I wake in the morning, Derek’s arms are wrapped around me, and I take a minute to just snuggle in and enjoy the feeling of being here with him. After everything we did to find each other, it’s a relief to just be here, hidden away together.

  That thought triggers a memory of his words from last night.

  We’ll be safe.

  No one will find us.

  Hiding away from everyone.

  I frown, not able to shake the confused and worried feeling taking over me now that the initial excitement of finding him has passed.

  Carefully extricating myself from Derek’s embrace, I crawl from the bed and find my clothes, which are strewn all over the room. I need to clear my head. Get some fresh air. Figure out why I feel so off.

  In the early morning light that’s now streaming in, I can see a gorgeous courtyard off the bedroom, just through a set of double doors. It looks private, so I push open the doors and walk outside.

  I stroll around, barely noticing the gorgeous flowers and topiaries because thoughts of last night are mingling with the growing nagging feeling over being hidden away by Derek.

  The night was so perfect. Derek said he loves me. I mean, he went to so much trouble to find me. Right? That is what the ball was all about. I’m pretty sure. But now that I think more about it, he never said anything about marrying me, even though that was supposedly the reason for the ball—to find his future wife.

  If that’s supposed to be me, why does he want us to hide away? Wouldn’t he have made some announcement or something at the ball? Or told somebody something?


  I’m only getting more confused the more I think about it. Just as I’m about to head toward a bench to sit down, some woman I’ve never seen before appears out of nowhere and stars walking along beside me.

  I blink in surprise. I thought this was a private courtyard. “Who are you?”

  She almost sneers at me, like I should know or something. “What’s more important here is who you are. Or rather, who you aren’t.”

  “Excuse me?”

  She laughs, but it sounds like pure evil to me. “I know you think that you’ve scored yourself a prince, but let me assure you, whatever happened between you two is nothing. You hear me? Nothing.”

  Anger surges in my chest, and I can’t help snapping at her. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.” And she doesn’t. She doesn’t know the first thing about Derek and I.

  “Oh, believe me. I know.” She flashes a smile that’s just as wicked as that laugh. “I’ve known Derek my entire life. In fact, we’re supposed to be married. It’s what his father wants. What would be best for the kingdom.”

  “What about what Derek wants?” I bite out.

  She shakes her head, giving me a pitying look like I’m too stupid to understand. “What happened with you and the prince is just one last fling before he realizes where he belongs. With me.”

  I can’t help laughing at this. “You have no idea what happened between us,” I repeat.

  “That’s where you’re wrong. I’ve seen this before. Here’s the thing.” She sets her hand on my arm, and I want to shake her off because her touch gives me chills. “You’re just a commoner. An easy fuck. He’ll forget you and move on. Sooner than you think. And then he’ll come back to me. Where he belongs. You’ll be just another one of his dirty little secrets.”

  Her words hit me right where they do the most damage, echoing all the things I was worried about to begin with. Why is he hiding me away? Why doesn’t he want anyone to find me? And why didn’t he say anything about our future?

  He told me he loves me, and it felt real. Everything with him has felt real from that very first night at the club. But what if I’ve read too much into all of it? The things the girl at the bar said yesterday come back to me then, too. How it would be ridiculous to think that a prince would actually marry a commoner.

  Suddenly, I feel sick. It’s too much to take. I need time to think, to process all this. To figure out what’s real and what’s not.

  “Excuse me,” I mumble, pushing past this vile woman, saying the first thing that comes to mind to get me away from her as quickly as possible. “I have to be at work soon. First day and they have me going on stage.”

  I race to the gates and find my way out of the palace. I need to get away from all of this and figure out for myself if all of this with Derek is what I think it is.

  Or if I’ve been fooling myself all along.

  Derek

  A smile breaks over my face as the sound of birds outside wake me up, the early morning light streaming in through the windows of the guest house, pricking at my eyes from behind my lids. I stretch, my body and mind feeling more at ease than they have in days. Finally, I have Ella.

  I roll to the side and reach out to pull her back to me, but all I feel are empty sheets. Cracking open one eye, I squint into the bright light, and then jerk up to a sitting position when I see the empty bed.

  “Ella?” I call out.

  No answer. Where could she be? A frown tugs at my lips, my eyebrows drawing together. She must've just gone to the restroom or something. My gaze lands on the cracked double doors, and I relax. She must've gone for a stroll in the courtyard.

  Just as I start to climb from the bed, the door swings open, and a teasing grin starts to spread. “Get back in this bed and warm me up, baby.”

  “Gladly,” a sickly sweet voice says, causing my blood to turn to ice in my veins as I pull the sheet back up to my waist.

  Fucking Melissa.

  She saunters right on in the room and climbs right the fuck into my bed.

  “What the fuck are you doing in here?” I rage, my face twisting in anger as I point to the door. “Get out of my bed and get the fuck out of my home.”

  She shrugs, not paying any attention to the warning tone in my voice as she scoots closer to me, her hands coming dangerously close to my chest as her eyes drop to my cock that’s already at full mast in anticipation of thinking it would be Ella walking through that door. Not this psychopath.

  “Really, Derek,” she says in disgust. “You’d rather fuck her than have me? Come on, let’s be real. You know you want me.”

  I scoff. “No, I fucking don’t, Melissa. It’s Ella I love. And you need to go. Right the fuck now.” I’m barely able to contain my rage, my body shaking with frustration.

  She laughs, that same grating sound that drives me insane. “If you’re worried about that tart you were slumming with finding me in your bed, don’t even bother. She already left.” She scoots closer. “It’s just you and I now. Forever.”

  I stare at her in horror. She’s crazy. Like, really and truly deranged. I can see it in her eyes.

  “What the fuck, Melissa? You know we have no future. No forever. I don’t know how to make this any clearer to you.” I slide away from her in the bed, reaching down to the floor to find my boxer briefs. My hand searches blindly while I keep my eyes on her, afraid to glance away because she might jump me when I’m not looking. Finally, I find them and put them on awkwardly under the covers. At least my boner has deflated. This bat-shit loon took care of that in a hurry.

  A flicker of that crazy flashes in her eyes, an unhealthy obsession I had no idea was this serious until right this minute. Jumping from the bed, I hold my hands out, palms facing her in what I hope is a placating gesture. She keeps slithering my way, though, until she’s on her knees at the edge of the bed, looking at me with wild eyes.

  “Look, Melissa. I told you. I love Ella. I’m going to marry her. So do us both a favor and leave before I call security.”

  Her eyes flash with satisfaction. “And I told you. She left.”

  I was too distracted by her nutty forever comments to register when she said it the first time. “What do you mean, she left?” I ask slowly.

  “Come on, Derek, what did you expect?” she scoffs. “That you were really going to pick up some stripper off the street and make her your princess? This isn’t a fucking movie where the prince rescues the hooker with the heart of gold.”

  I grit my teeth at her insinuation that Ella is nothing more than that because she is so much more. But I don’t say anything, knowing I need the information that Melissa certainly has.

  “Yes, Derek,” she says slyly, a contemptuous grin plastered on her face, “I know she’s a stripper. As soon as I saw her with you last night, hiding out behind that column and then sneaking off, I did my homework. I did some digging.”

  She looks like the fucking cat that ate the canary, but I just shrug. “So what?”

  It’s not like it matters anymore. She’s here with me in St. Albans. That part of her life is over and she’s going to be my princess. As soon as fucking Melissa tells me where the fuck she went.

  “Oh, Derek,” she laughs. “You have no idea. I called in some favors with a contact at Royal Intelligence. They told me she was an exclusive VIP stripper in New York. You think that’s going to go over well with your father?”

  I don’t say anything. Probably not, but like I fucking care. She’s the one I’m marrying. My father can suck it up and deal.

  Melissa climbs from the bed and walks toward me, getting way too close for comfort. I back up.

  “None of this shit matters, Melissa. Just fucking tell me where she went. And then get the fuck out.”

  Her face hardens, that madness peeking through again. She really has no idea why I’ve never been interested in her? She’s the worst of them all. All the women who just want a piece of me and my kingdom, and she’s the worst.

  “You want to know where she i
s?” Her face shifts again, just as quickly, full of fake sympathy this time, leaving me struggling to keep up with all her many personalities. But nothing prepares me for what she says next.

  “Looks like you can take the girl out of the strip club, but you can’t take the stripper out of the girl. She was a stripper in Manhattan, and guess what? She’s a stripper here now, too! Snuck out of your room to go find her next guy to trick.”

  I’m staggered, my heart tightening in my chest like it’s being crushed in a fist. She wouldn’t leave me and go back to that, would she? Not when we have our future together.

  But if Melissa found out all this other stuff from Royal Intelligence, and it’s true, what’s to say this isn’t true as well?

  Melissa slinks out of the room, apparently finished with what she came for, but I don’t pay attention as I sink to the bed again, my head in my hands. She left. And I have no idea what the fuck I should do about it.

  Ella

  I writhe and gyrate, my body moving to the flow of the music, just like I’ve always done. The only difference this time is my heart isn’t in it. I don’t know if it ever will be again.

  After I left Derek’s palace two days ago after talking to that woman, I wandered around St. Albans in a daze, trying to process everything that happened. I had no idea what to believe. But the more I thought about it, the harder it was to convince myself that what Derek and I had was special. How could it be? He’s a prince. I’m a stripper. I should've known all along.

  But I went and fell in love. And now all I’ve got to show for it is a broken heart.