Lucky Charm: A St. Patrick's Day Irish Billionaire Fake Fiance Romance

by Eva Luxe

  When I got home, I was met with a surprise of my own. Finding the walkway from the front door lit with candles and soft jazz music lilting through the air, I had excitedly begun undressing, making my way to the bedroom. It had been so long since my ex-wife and I had done anything romantic or spontaneous and I had begun to worry that our marriage was dying.

  But, I loved my wife and was committed to making a wonderful and loving home for her and our daughter, despite whatever distance might have been coming between us. It was one of the reasons for my romantic gestures and trip plans— I had started to worry that I had been neglecting her due to working too much, and wanted to make up for it.

  There was no way that I could have anticipated opening the door to our bedroom only to be greeted by the chiseled, clenched glutes of our personal trainer, Steven, as he gutted my screaming wife, while her high heeled feet were dangling over his ripped, muscular shoulders.

  Even now, although I told myself I was fucking over it, I found my fists clinched reactively at the memory. Or maybe they were clinched at my fear of this airplane taking off in this weather and then crashing.

  The chirping ring of my cell phone broke me from my thoughts and back to reality.

  “All phones must be turned off!” James called from the cockpit, as if he didn’t have to tell me this every time we took off.

  “Sorry, James. Just let me take this last call and we can be on our way,” I told him.

  Seeing “Crestwood Academy” pop up on the screen had made my heart sink a little. I had a nagging feeling that this will not be a good call.

  “Hello, this is Kurt Roberts.”

  “Mr. Roberts. Yes. Hi,” came a hurried, shrill voice on the other end. “This is Principal Marion from Crestwood Academy. I’m so glad that I could catch you. Your secretary said that you might have been gone already. It’s about Olivia.”

  “Oh, my God! Is she okay?” I flew into a mild panic.

  A dejected sigh responded to me on the other end.

  “Oh, she’s perfectly fine. Probably extremely pleased with herself at the moment, by the look of her. Your daughter called her teacher the ‘c’ word. Again, Mr. Roberts. And when told to take a time out, she let out a slew of other vulgar words that I dare not repeat in this or any other company, frankly. She has the look of a saint with the mouth of the Devil. Now, I’m not sure what type of language you or your wife use at home…”

  Her voice trailed off, as if she was waiting on me for an answer. But, after not getting one, she continued. “But, you have to understand our position here. If nothing changes very soon, we will have no choice but to dismiss Olivia from our academy. Since Christmas break is starting, we will see if things improve next semester. Otherwise, we’re at our wits’ end. I am so very sorry.”

  I hung up my phone, turned it off, and tossed it into the empty seat next to me. There was nothing that I could do from thousands of feet in the air and just as many miles away, anyway. I’d have to let Ravka, my nanny, deal with it until I get back. Hopefully, I’d have a plan by then for how to approach things with the academy. At least, as the teacher pointed out, winter break was starting, so things couldn’t get any worse there during my absence.

  Mainly, though, I was worried about poor Olivia and why she was acting out like this. She’d always been a sweet but somewhat sullen girl, a bit overly sensitive, but not some spoiled, cursing brat, so I was sure the divorce was having its effect on her.

  Anyone on the outside looking in would think that with all my entrepreneurial prowess, with hundreds of employees at my beck and call, handling a 7-year-old would be a cake walk. But, the truth was that the lifestyle I’d been able to afford my family was made possible by my business, one that I worked tirelessly to build from the ground up and that kept me away from home more than I might care to admit.

  I couldn’t help but think that maybe my ex-wife would have stayed faithful to me if I hadn’t had been so focused on work. But, maybe not. She was probably just an awful person who still would have decided that she “didn’t want to be tied down,” as she said, by a husband and a child. She probably would have still run off to Vegas to live out her lifelong fantasy of being a stripper and living with a struggling pool boy.

  I forced myself to quickly dismiss the thought that I could have avoided my current reality—one where my wife had run off, leaving me alone to raise a small child while fighting to maintain my place as one of the top business leaders of the world. I didn’t want her anyway— any woman who cheats on me is gone to me, anyhow, and I wanted to keep her just as far out of my mind as she was out of my life.

  At least I had my prominent position, my money, and most importantly, my beautiful daughter in my life. It’s not as if I was left completely without any recourses after losing the love of my life and the mother that my child so desperately needed.

  I knew that Olivia was only acting out in anger because she missed her mother. She cried for months after her mother left. That very night, Olivia begged her mother not to leave. She promised to be good and even offered to give up her iPad and other electronic devices if it would mean keeping her mother home with her. Her mother ignored her pleas, silently whisking around the house as if her daughter wasn’t there, grabbing whatever her feeble arms could carry, rushing off to her new life.

  I had tried to take Olivia’s, then 5-year-old, mind off the horrible event by taking her to Disney World, but not even Mickey Mouse in all his whimsical glory could cheer up my heartbroken child. It was almost like the day that she entered school, she became set on making everyone as miserable as she felt inside.

  Her first school, Madison Christian Academy, kicked her out only after a week because she cut off a small piece of another girl’s hair with a pair of scissors. She claimed she thought they were playing hairdresser, but the teacher thought it was malicious. And I can’t say I’m even sure who I believe because Olivia was going through an understandably dark time. Olivia needed a mother and I needed a loyal woman by my side to help run my kingdom, but neither of us have gotten what we deserve out of life.

  For Olivia, I wasn’t sure what the cure was— nothing could replace a child’s mother and that’s something I struggled with daily. But as for my own personal situation, I’d decided to make lemonade out of lemons and settle for random hookups with sexy women whenever I pleased.

  I’d had them in my board room, their long legs spread wide on the conference table. I’d had them in swanky hotel rooms, as they’d happily lapped up the cum I’d shot into their mouths. I couldn’t help but smile as I glanced at the small bathroom next to the cockpit, remembering a few times I’d had a girl pressed uncomfortably against the wall there while I’d given them every last inch of myself. All ten inches of it, to be precise.

  But, then, that was it. If I’d ever spoke to them again, it had been to let them know where I’d sent a missing earring or a forgotten sweater. It was never a call to repeat our hook up, no matter how hot and steamy it was. I got bored easily and I was convinced that all women only wanted me for my money and could never be faithful. My hefty monthly alimony payment to a woman who never bothered to see me, or our daughter, was evidence of that.

  But, I refused to let it make me bitter. All I could do was learn from my mistakes, which I have been doing. Soon after the plane took off, I leaned back trying to will myself to think happier thoughts.

  “Your whiskey, sir,” came a sweet voice hovering over my shoulder, as if its owner could read my mind and knew exactly what I needed at just that moment.

  Looking up, my eyes fell on the pretty, new flight attendant that my assistant had found. Dressed in a navy blazer and white shirt that hugged her coke bottle frame perfectly, she reached over to hand me my usual drink.

  “Thank you,” I said, unable to help myself from smiling despite the phone call I’d just received and the dismal mood I was in.

  I also couldn’t help but look at her seductive body: from her almond shaped eyes, to her perky chest,
to her shapely hips, to her supple, smooth legs. She licked her moistened lips in a way that made my imagination run wild.

  I imagined taking her to a fine restaurant, wooing her over dinner, slipping my fingers into her wet fold discreetly at the dinner table, and then taking her for a ride in my limo, where I’d pound her pussy until it was raw.

  My dick stood at full attention just thinking about it.

  “You’re welcome,” Dana replied innocently. Except, her tone belied her supposed innocence.

  She sauntered away, giving me one last look— for now— at her luscious rear end.

  My mind began to drift off as I imagined all the different positions that I could have her in. I’d like to bend her over the chair in front of me and stretch her pussy open wide before entering her. I’d like her to sit on my lap like a stripper giving me a dance while bouncing up and down on my cock. The possibilities were endless, and I was wanting to do whatever it took to get with this girl.

  But, I was quickly snapped back to reality when the plane began jolting from a pocket of turbulence. My white-knuckled grip on the arms of my chair grew stronger with each jarring shake.

  “No need to worry,” came James’ soothing voice over the intercom. “We’re just experiencing a little turbulence. This snow picked up a lot more quickly than expected. It appears we might be entering a blizzard.”

  “A blizzard?” I asked, letting my mouth fall open.

  “Nothing I can’t handle,” he said, but his tight grip on the plane’s controls said otherwise.

  Great.

  Here I was thinking my only problems were a daughter getting kicked out of another school, and a hot flight attendant I’d have to use every ounce of willpower to keep my hands off. Now, it looked as if I had much bigger matters to be concerned about now— such as whether I’d even survive this flight.

  Chapter 2 – Dana

  I could feel my hips switch inadvertently as I walked back to the cabin, wringing my hands. I was used to being on commercial airlines with dozens of drinks and snacks to serve. I kind of liked having more people to serve because it kept me occupied through most of the flight. Now that I was working for Mr. Roberts though, I only had one person to attend to.

  His assistant, Rachel, had told me that there may be more people on future flights but not to expect any more than four people on each of the flights. I wondered why he would even want to go through the hassle of hiring a flight attendant but, of course, I wasn’t going to complain. I guess filthy rich guys like to have someone serve their drinks on their private flights.

  And these days, I was at the mercy of any employer. That wasn’t always the case. But I can remember the day that everything changed for me like it’d just happened yesterday. It began like any other normal day.

  I woke up early to pack my husband Charles’ lunch, since he was a firefighter and their shifts started incredibly early. I remember standing at the kitchen counter at two o’clock in the morning making his favorite: turkey and Swiss on a hoagie roll, with some of my secret sauce, which was just thousand island and paprika, but Charles loved it and acted as if I’d invented an award-winning recipe every time he ate it.

  He always had me pack two sandwiches, plus a spare in case he got extra hungry, but we both knew that he would likely share the sandwiches with some of the other guys at the fire house. Charles told me that he had a sneaking suspicion that some of them purposely didn’t bring a lunch so that he would feel guilted into sharing with them. They loved the sandwiches I made.

  Just as I was finishing up wrapping his sandwiches, I felt him come up behind me and silently pull my pajama pants down. Charles and I were like horny teenagers and even though the fire house kept him busy, he never missed a moment to catch me spontaneously and have the hottest sex.

  He didn’t even bother to ask me or turn me around. He leaned me over the counter and plunged his hard dick into my pussy. I had to bury my face into the back of my arm to keep my screams from tearing through the house and waking our son.

  He fucked me like a porn star that morning, pushing all his weight into me, grunting with pleasure. He came hard, keeping his dick inside of me, letting it pulse against my tight walls.

  My mind was on him for the rest of the day. I sent a few texts letting him know that I was thinking of him and how much I had enjoyed having him inside of me that morning. I didn’t think anything of it when he didn’t respond, since I knew that he rarely kept his phone on him, especially if they’d gotten a call.

  I’d assumed he had just been busy doing what he did best: being a hero. But, I hadn’t heard anything from him by dinner. That’s when I started worrying because it wasn’t like him to not check in during the day whenever he could even if it was just to say, “I’ll see your sexy ass soon,” or “That secret sauce was especially delicious today.”

  My heart skipped a beat when I finally saw the name I had programmed for him in my phone, “Hubby”, appear on my phone screen.

  “Hello, honey,” I said, in the most seductive voice that I could muster.

  “Hello,” came a voice that I didn’t recognize.

  “Who is this?” I asked, beginning to worry.

  “Uh…this is Tom.”

  I couldn’t figure out why the fire chief was calling me from Charles’ phone.

  “I don’t know how to say this, Dana. But, there’s been an accident.”

  All I remember after that was hearing ringing in my ears. This couldn’t be happening. Charles was always very careful.

  But, after my shock had worn off a little, I realized that it was in fact happening and of course it wasn’t completely out of the realm of possibility, given his job. I’d learned that Charles had gone into an apartment building that was on fire. After he’d helped rescue a little girl and her dog, a wall collapsed, trapping Charles and the girls’ parents in the building, where they had all burnt to death.

  Scott didn’t even cry at the funeral. He just stared at the picture of his father that sat in the front of the room, never letting his chubby hand loosen its tight grip on my hand. I told him that his father was gone, that he would never see him again, but at five years old, I’m not too sure how much of it he understood.

  Charles had insurance through the fire department, but it wasn’t enough after funeral expenses and money to save to pay upcoming bills, so I had to scramble to figure out a way to take care of our only son. We had planned to have more children— siblings for Scott— but it hadn’t happened by the time Charles had died.

  Charles and I had also always talked about sending Scott to a great private school and, despite the change in our circumstances, I wanted to keep things according to our plans, so I took a job as a flight attendant at an airline to pay the bills. After several months and putting down a hefty deposit on Scott’s tuition, I realized that I was going to have to come up with a better plan.

  I’d found the ad for Mr. Roberts’ personal jet online and responded. His assistant quickly called me and set up an interview. I knew that anyone with a private jet had to have money, but I had no idea just how wealthy he was until I walked into his office building.

  It looked like a spaceship, equipped with escalators and see-through elevators. What really caught my eye was the impressive amount of gold that covered almost everything, the crystal chandeliers that hung from the ceilings, and the Romanesque waterfalls that served as centerpieces for each corridor.

  After a short interview, I was offered the position right on the spot, along with a salary that doubled the one I’d had at the airline. Of course, I didn’t hesitate to accept the offer.

  Up until this first flight, I’d never even met Mr. Roberts. I did Google him, though. He wasn’t very hard to find since he was almost as famous as a celebrity. But, standing there, seeing him in person, was nothing compared to seeing his pictures. And the way that he looked at me hungrily, like he wanted to have his way with me right there in the cabin, made my knees go weak.

  The more I thou
ght about it, the more excited I got. When crossing my knees didn’t work anymore, I tiptoed to the bathroom so that I could try to calm down. I splashed water on my face and stared at myself in the mirror.

  Get it together, Dana, I thought. I didn’t want to mix business with pleasure, especially when this job almost seemed too good to be true. In addition to not paying enough money, my job at the airline kept me away from Scott more than I cared to be and my son needed me. I was all that he had.

  It was decided that my mother would watch him while I worked and she told me that he would spend a lot of time alone, just staring off into space, with the saddest look on his face. He rarely ever said anything, but one day he told my mother, “I miss my dad.”

  That was all he’d said to her. She begged me to find a way to spend more time with him and I promised that I would. I knew that this would be a way for me to keep that promise. I could work less hours and make more money.

  So, just then I knew that I had to get rid of my silly school girl crush on my boss or else it would cloud my better judgment and prevent me from doing the job that I was hired to do. Plus, I knew that Mr. Roberts was completely out of my league, so there was no need to frustrate myself with impossible fantasies.

  But, the look in his eyes…