My Prince Charming - A Steele Fairy Tale
When I get back downstairs, my mother is missing from her previous pedestal with all her sycophant friends glowing around her. I forget the foot search and head to the guard shack. As soon as he sees me, Stanley waves me over and points to the video. “Sir, I heard you ask about the woman you brought with you. I saw her leave ten minutes ago, running down the driveway.”
“Son of a bitch. Where’s the fastest car?”
“Here’s your dad’s Porsche.” He hands me the keys.
“You’re a good man, Stanley. Don’t let anyone tell you different. If that hag of a mother of mine comes looking, tell her you don’t know where I went.”
“You got it.” He walks away to patrol the perimeter. We’re not a target at the moment, but when you have a bunch of rich elitists around, they become a wealthy cash grab. I drive out of the estate like a bat out of hell, hoping to find my love still walking. I pray that some creep didn’t pick her up, but that’s when my phone rings.
“Hello,” I answer.
“Is this Edward?”
“Mrs. Godley?”
“Yes. You remember me. Anyway, I’m not calling for me. I gave your little Cinderella a ride home from the ball. She’s going to be staying with me. Their house is next to mine.” I can hear the smile in her voice.
“I’m on my way.” I owe that woman so much. I remember she was the one who brought her to the hospital for me. I’ve known her most of my childhood and parts of my teenage years. She’s one of my mother’s decent friends, although that’s probably why they grew apart.
I spot Ella coming out of a house with a duffle bag, going toward a car. She’s not going anywhere without me. I’ll be damned if she thinks that she can just leave me. I jump out of the vehicle as soon as it’s in park and rush over to her.
“Edward, what are you doing here? How did you find me?”
“The better question is why the fuck did you leave me?”
“Edward, please don’t. I’m not good enough for you or your family.” Tears stream down her perfect face, staining it while breaking my heart.
“You’re perfect for me, Ella. I told you I wasn’t a momma’s boy. I’m not ever going to speak to that woman again after what she pulled tonight.”
“So are you engaged to the woman clinging to you?”
“What? Are you silly? I don’t know what that bitch told you, but I didn’t even know that dumb drunk woman. I shrugged her off of me and handed her to security. My mother told me you were in the bathroom, so I waited and searched. Ella, I know it’s soon, but I love you so much and I can’t live without you. Please don’t let her get in the way.”
“She hates me and made sure to invite my stepmother and stepsisters to the party. That girl clinging to you was the one who pushed me into the glass.”
“What? If I’d known it then, I would have called the cops right on the spot.” I’m ready to call the cops anyway. The thought that she’d been that close to Ella drives me insane.
“Well, if you two don’t need me, I have to check on Mr. Godley.”
“Oh, yes. Thank you for taking care of my love, Mrs. Godley.”
“Be good to her. She deserves the love she missed out on.” She winks and drives up the block to her house. They’re only a small yard apart, but these houses are larger than most in the area. She enters her long driveway and then waves at us before going in.
Ella turns back to me. “So…where do we go from here?”
“Easy. I take your pretty ass home where I bend you over and spank you for leaving me, and then I fuck you into a nice sleep.”
“But I had reasons for leaving.”
“Breaking my heart, making me freak out on my birthday merits a good ass-whooping.”
“Well, who am I to argue,” I moan, rubbing his hard cock over his suit pants.
Chapter 10
Ella
Edward had to work every night since the party. He dropped off his father’s car and picked his up without even speaking to his mother. I haven’t met his father, but after meeting his mother, I’m glad I didn’t. How they made a boy like Edward is a mystery that even Scooby-Doo and the gang can’t solve.
Thankfully, Edward will be home in a couple of hours. I wonder if she’ll try to show up here and start some more shit. I won’t take it this time.
I pour myself a cup of coffee and think about what is next. The drama two nights ago and my reaction to the lies gives me a lot to consider while I have the morning to myself. Stirring my coffee with a spoon, I think about the look in Edward’s eyes when he finally saw me outside of my old house. He genuinely loves me, but can I trust him for the rest of our lives? Will he want to make amends with his mother and make me choose, or will he miss her enough to just leave?