My Prince Charming - A Steele Fairy Tale

“Do you think she’s just going to give it to you?”

“Oh, yes, she will. We signed a prenup because our parents were afraid of each taking the other to the cleaners. Since I have proof of her infidelities, I’ll be using that as leverage.”

“Be careful. I doubt she’s ready to give it up. She’d probably rather see you dead than give up her lifestyle.”

“I know. I’m going to be meeting with security today as well before I hand her the documents.”

“Ella’s right. Please be extra careful.”

They give each other a hug, and then he gives me one. “Take care of my boy.”

“I will.”

The bell rings, and it’s the dog walker. “He was ready to come back. It’s raining out now.”

“That’s fine. Did he do his business?”

“Yes, sir. I’m going to get going. I have two more dogs to walk.”

“I’ll walk you out,” Dr. Prince says, taking an umbrella from the front hall stand. “I’ll bring this back tomorrow.”

“Keep it, Dad.”

As soon as he walks out, Edward kisses me hard and then picks me up around the waist, carries me back into the kitchen, and plants my ass on the counter. “I missed you so much. I hate this shift. It means I can’t sleep with you. I love holding you in my arms.” While he’s talking, he’s pulling down his pants and my shorts, and I’m moaning like a cat in heat. With one motion, he seats himself deep inside of me. “I need you so much, Ella. I can’t exist without you.”

I grab the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head, and then crash my mouth to his and snake my arms around his neck, clinging to my lover. Growling, he leans forward with his hands on the counter. “Mine,” he grunts, pumping hard, taking out his jealousy in a sexy way. “I’m never letting you go. Tell me you’ll never leave me.”

“Never,” I pant, dragging my nails down his back, marking him as my own way of possession. His mouth hovers over my neck, breathing me in as he fucks me hard. His thick shaft tunnels into me repeatedly, stroking my walls. I ache to come, but I don’t want this to be over.

“I love you, Edward.” I can’t believe I said that out loud, but it’s the truth.

“I love you so much, Ella. From the moment I met you, you were destined to be mine.” He slows down long enough to kiss me softly before lifting me off the counter, holding me by my ass cheeks as he drives upward. He carries me out of the room, fucking me until I cry out his name as I come. My back hits the wall dividing the kitchen from the living room and then he holds still, grunting his orgasm out, filling me with his seed.

We slide to the ground and just as our bottoms hit the floor, Jack comes over and licks my face. “Hey, she’s mine.” He growls at his dog, who gives his own little huff and walks away.

“I think we need a shower.”

“I don’t know. I love having you sticky with my load.”

“Yes, but we need to eat, and you need to get some sleep.”

“Will you lie down with me?”

“Of course.” I kiss his nose, then get up and run to the hallway bathroom to pee.

Once we’re wrapped up in each other, sleep comes easy. I live for this man, my prince charming.

Chapter 11

Edward

A month later

I leave work and rush urgently over to my parents’ home with a frantic message from my mother. I barely reach the front steps when my mother opens the door. “Edward, I’m so sorry, but your father’s been killed,” she sobs, looking at me to see how I’m going to react, but she doesn’t even have an ounce of pain on her face.

“What? No.” I gasp, slowly shaking my head in disbelief. “No this can’t be. I just talked to him last night.”

She cups my face, causing me to look into her eyes and then says, “I’m sorry, but the cops just left. That’s why I called you. They informed me that your father was carjacked outside of his temporary apartment. They found his car abandoned two blocks from the scene.” What a slip-up! I smile internally knowing that she’s only cemented her fate. I know they haven’t found his car yet, because it’s at the airport.

My mother looks at me as she breaks down, doing her best to give me a real cry, but the crocodile tears are as clear as day.

I also put on my best fake pain and anger performance. “God, no!” I drop to my knees and cry with my shoulders bobbing up and down. After two minutes, I get up and brush my hand across the entryway table, sending the flower-filled vase flying and crashing to the ground before turning around and leaving the house in my car and speeding away.