He’s so handsome. And who am I to deserve him?
I touch my tiara. I’m Cinderella at the ball; Snow White and Sleeping Beauty awakened.
“Are you lost, babygirl?” he says with a grin, and opens his arms.
“Dimitri.” I run to him. He catches me and swings me around. “This is all so wonderful! How did you do it?”
“I have my ways,” he says, looking smug and vampirish. He flashes a grin at Mrs. Potts, who apparently followed me up the path. She waves and disappears again.
“Where is everyone? Is this a special event?” I ask.
“I rented the park out.”
My chin drops to the ground. “What?” I stutter when I can get a hold of my jaw. “The entire park?”
“Anything for my pet.” He offers his arm.
I take it. “You mean, your princess,” I correct with a haughty toss of my head.
“Mind your manners, pet,” he purrs. “I’ll bare your bottom and spank you here. You know I would.”
I shiver, and my pussy clenches. He definitely would.
A fancy cream and gold carriage rolls up, drawn by two white horses. It’s all a bit ridiculous. I laugh like a little girl as Dimitri helps me in.
Then we settle, and the horses start clip-clopping towards the giant castle in the distance.
I brush my eyes with a white glove.
“Why, pet, are you crying?”
“Just a little.” I sniffle, and laugh. “Why this? Why me?” I try to be brave but my lip wobbles.
“I didn’t want to love again until you,” he murmurs. “I didn’t believe it would be worth the pain. But it didn’t matter, because you believed for the both of us.” Dimitri draws me into his lap.
I lace my arms around his neck, giggling as he kisses my neck. “Are you ready for happily ever after?”
“And beyond.” And when he opens the black velvet case and shows me the sparkling diamond studded collar, I try to act surprised.
The fireworks bloom in the velvet blue around the castle. I hold my vampire, my handsome prince, as we kiss and ride towards the future.
I made my own fairytale ending after all.
The End
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Lee Savino and Renee Rose are author besties who share a love of big, bad, bossy Alpha males.
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Chapter 1
Hitting my head against the desk is frowned upon, but there isn’t anything I’d rather do at the moment. I hate deadlines almost as much as I hate the word limit for our print editions. Who can tell a complete story in three to five hundred words? It happens without fail, the night before we go to print, there is a major update in a story and I have to tear apart what I’ve written and add the pertinent information. I can’t add the information to the bottom, no, that would be too easy. I would be above the word count. We don’t have these issues with our online articles, but alas, there are still people who wanted to hold a paper in their hands.
My furious typing is interrupted by the ping of the phone on the desk next to me. There had better not be another update to the story. Whatever it is, it can wait until tomorrow. We can run an update to the article. As of press time… I type out those four little words ahead of my article, choosing to ignore my phone. Thirty minutes later, the angry buzzing vibration of an incoming call startles me. Looking down at the caller ID, I realize my mistake immediately.
Fuck.
Hope my ass doesn’t have to pay too dearly for ignoring his texts. “Hello, Sir.”
“I texted you, multiple times.” The deep masculine scolding tone is clear, even through the phone.
“I’m sorry. I am distracted by work. We go to print tomorrow.” I spin around in my desk chair, facing the big window that frames the view behind me. It is dark. He must have woken up recently.
“Read your messages, now.”
Take a week off from work. I will be there at 9pm to pick you up. Pack light. One bag.
“Ummm.” Sometimes, I wonder if he knows how the corporate world works. One does not just take a week off of work. We request it months in advance. It is at times like these when I get the feeling that Bentley lives in an alternative universe with its very own rules. I suppose the wealthy do live in their own world.
“Um?