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  An American Cinderella

  Krista Lakes

  Zirconia Publishing, Inc.

  Contents

  About This Book

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

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  About the Author

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  About This Book

  Aria has a big heart but bigger problems. Her whole life is a mess thanks to her controlling stepmother. But when she's knocked over- literally- by the hottest man she's ever had the pleasure of tangling up her body with, everything changes. Henry Prescott, second-string rugby player for the Paradisa Royals, is funny, sweet, charming, and oh-so-sexy. He's got a rock hard body and tackles her in bed as fiercely as he tackled her in the park. Knowing nothing about rugby, but absolutely intoxicated by his accent, she finds herself falling for him.

  There's only one problem: Henry Prescott doesn't exist.

  The man she thinks she loves is actually Prince Henry, second in line for the throne of the nation of Paradisa. He's the man who Aria's entire department has to impress for trade relations. And that makes Aria's stepmother's plans even more dangerous.

  He's the man who could destroy her world or make all her dreams come true.

  He lied about being a prince... did he also lie about being in love?

  I could hear him getting more and more excited, slowly losing more and more control. I turned around, giving him a deep kiss. He moaned a little into my mouth as his tongue quested within. Every inch of the front of my body touched every inch of the front of his body, and the feeling of his pectorals against my breasts was amazing. I could have stayed right there all night.

  Without warning, he stepped toward me. As I pressed into his chest, I realized I would let him take me right here, no questions asked. I was on the pill and I trusted him.

  However, he reached past me to pull back the shower curtain and set out, reaching back and grabbing my hand as he did so. We paused when we got to my bed for a deep kiss, and for a moment I wondered if we should dry off before getting on the bed, but instead I decided to throw caution to the wind.

  I know, I’m a rebel.

  He continued to kiss me as he guided me down gently to the bed, his body moving with mine. For a moment, I thought he was going to just slide right into me, but he quickly created a little space between our lower bodies. I ached to have him inside of me.

  Instead, he kissed downward, beginning at my neck. He lingered at my throat for a moment before moving farther down. A moment ago, in the shower, my breasts had been up against his chest, and then in a steam-filled shower. The sudden rush of cold air from the bedroom made my nipples hard. He took my breasts in his hands, moving his mouth from one to the other. I let out a little sound of appreciation as he looked up at me, flicking his tongue against one and then the other.

  Finally, he began moving even further down, past my belly button. I knew what was coming, so I bent my knees and brought my feet up to the bed, spreading my legs.

  Without missing a beat, he grabbed one of my feet and began to kiss it. I giggled a little as he moved his kisses upward. He put his foot on his shoulder as he kissed my calf, then the inside of my knee, then inside my thigh, getting closer and closer to my sweet spot.

  His kisses on my leg became slower and more sensual as he moved higher and higher. I began to writhe a little in anticipation as he got closer, wondering how good this was going to feel.

  Just as I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he took his mouth from my leg. “Are you ready?” he asked.

  I locked my eyes with his and nodded my head fiercely. I gave him my best puppy dog eyes, telepathically pleading with him to give me release…

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  Chapter 1

  My ID badge didn't scan. Instead of the pleasant chirp and green light I was expecting, there was a loud angry beep and a red light. I swiped it again, but the light just stayed red.

  “Ma'am?” The security guard walked up to the building’s turnstiles and raised his eyebrows at me.

  I held up my badge, showing him that it was real. I really was supposed to be in the Dirksen Senate Office Building in Washington, DC. I was an aide here to Senator Glenn. I had been for the last three weeks.

  “I don't know why it's not working,” I told the guard as he took it from me. “It was fine yesterday.”

  The guard shrugged, and turned it in his hands, inspecting it from every angle. “You're probably fired.”

  I took a step back. Being a senator's aide was my dream job and I was really good at it.

  “There's no way that's what happened,” I informed the guard. “If you can contact Senator Glenn's office, they'll tell you I'm supposed to be here.”

  The guard didn't return my badge and he didn't move to call anyone. He just motioned me out of line, my badge still in his hands. This was going to be a long day.

  “Aria? What are you doing here?” A familiar voice called out. I sighed with relief.

  “That's Thomas, he's my boss,” I told the security guard, pointing across the check-in area to a man walking across the lobby. “He'll vouch for me.”

  I watched as Thomas hurried over to the security check point, a frown on his face deepening the closer he got. He was in his forties and thin with messy brown hair that always seemed to need a trim.

  “What are you doing here, Aria? You aren't supposed to be here.”

  I quickly did a mental calendar check. Today was a Tuesday, it wasn't a national holiday, I hadn't requested any vacation time, and I was sure I was supposed to be in the office researching a tax proposal for Senator Glenn today.

  “What do you mean?” I asked when I couldn't come up with a good reason for not being at work.

  Thomas sighed and his shoulders fell. “She didn't tell you, did she?”

  “Who? Tell me what?” I tried to smile and keep the mood light, but my heart was already sinking. Nothing good ever came from a sentence like that.

  “Come with me. I'll explain in my office,” Thomas said. He waved to the guard and I was allowed to pass. The guard didn't give me back my ID badge, though.

  I followed Thomas up to his small office. He had pictures of his wife and kids on his desk. The calendar hanging on the wall said April, even though we were already in the first week of May. I wondered if he'd remember to change it in time for June, or if he just liked the picture for April better.

  “Have a seat,” Thomas said, motioning to a small folding chair to the side of the room. He sat on the front of his desk and crossed his arms. I sat down, carefully keeping my messenger bag on my lap like a shield against bad news.

  “What's going on?” I asked. I hoped this was just some sort of misunderstanding
. I hoped that I'd simply forgotten that I'd asked for a day to go to the dentist. Or that it was actually a federal holiday and I'd just missed it.

  The sick twisting feeling deep in my stomach told me it was none of those things. Something bad was about to happen.

  “Your mother was supposed to explain all of this to you,” Thomas said. He sighed and looked like he wanted to be anywhere else in the world rather than here, telling me this.

  “My mother is dead,” I corrected him, feeling the small surge of irritation that always followed my stepmother's interference. “You must mean my stepmother. And no, she didn't tell me anything. She never does.”

  “She was supposed to.” Thomas sighed and looked apologetic.

  “And what exactly was Audrey supposed to tell me?” I asked him, trying to keep my voice calm. Maybe it wasn't that bad. Maybe she'd asked to give me the day off for a chance at some mother-daughter bonding.

  Yeah, right.

  “Your sister will be taking over your position as an aide to Senator Glenn,” Thomas stated. He shrugged and held up his hands to show he had no power in the decision. “You've been replaced.”

  For a moment, I thought this had to be a bad joke. This couldn't be happening.

  “Replaced?” I asked, repeating, but not really understanding. “But this is my job. I've worked so hard to get here. I'm good at this.”

  “You are good at this.” Thomas sounded like he meant it. “You've been the best we've had in years, and I don't want you to go. But it wasn't my decision. I'm sorry.”

  I swallowed back tears. “Where am I going to go?” I asked. “I don't have another job lined up.”

  Not to mention that no one wanted to hire me because of my family ties. Yet another reason I had to thank my stepmother.

  “You have a job,” Thomas assured me. “She was supposed to tell you that too.”

  I looked at him, hoping for the best.

  “The USTR,” Thomas explained. “When Deputy Director Wilson heard you were available, he hired you on the spot. You're a records transcriptionist now.”

  “I'm a records transcriptionist at the office of the United States Trade Representative,” I murmured, shaking my head. I looked up at Thomas, not believing what I was hearing. “You're telling me that I’m back to the job I had when I was eighteen?”

  Thomas opened his mouth but didn't have anything to say. What could he say? I was just demoted back in life by eight years. It didn't matter that I had a degree and experience. It didn't matter that I was grossly overqualified for this new job. This was politics and it was out of my power.

  Audrey Verna, my evil stepmother, wanted me to work for the USTR, so I was now working for them. She had kicked me out of my senator aide position, something I'd worked years for, and sent me back to the beginning of my career. All without telling me a word.

  I couldn't believe this was happening. There had to be a way around this.

  “And Senator Glenn has approved this?” I asked Thomas, crossing my arms. I hoped that the big boss was fighting this. I had a brief vision of Senator Glenn marching into my tiny office at the USTR and telling me this was all a big mistake and that she wanted me back.

  But Thomas nodded. “She's the one who arranged it.”

  I deflated slightly.

  “Maybe I can talk to her,” I said. “This has to be some sort of misunderstanding. Is she in her office?”

  Thomas grimaced. “She's in a meeting.”

  “I can wait,” I told him. “This is my job on the line.”

  “She's in a meeting with your mother. I mean, stepmother,” Thomas explained.

  “Oh.” All visions of the Senator coming to my rescue like a white knight vanished. I really was fired.

  “I'm really sorry, Aria,” Thomas repeated. He ran a hand through his hair and shrugged.

  I sat there for a moment, trying to come up with a plan, but not finding one. I didn't come prepared to fight my stepmother for my job today. I needed time to regroup. There wasn't anything I could do right at this moment, except maybe cry.

  “Thank you for your time,” I said, rising to my feet. I wasn't sure what else to say. It wasn't Thomas’ fault that I was fired. It wasn't fair to yell at him, even though I wanted to. It wouldn't accomplish anything except make poor Thomas have an even worse day.

  “I'm going to need your notes,” Thomas said, pointing to my messenger bag. “I'm really sorry, Aria.”

  I sighed and opened up my bag. I pulled out the two manila folders and a flash drive with my work. I'd worked so hard on these files for two weeks. I held them in my hands for a moment.

  The files were simply research for an upcoming bill Senator Glenn and some others in her party were working on. It was a small thing, but for me, it represented how I was going to change the world. I was supposed to take this aide position and learn the ropes. I'd move up the ladder until I could make real change. I was going to help the United States be everything I knew it could be.

  Except, I wasn't anymore. I was back at square one in my old job that wasn't even in the field I wanted to work in. I wanted to be in the Senate, not scanning memos. This was as far from being able to change the world as I could get.

  “You said they're replacing me with my stepsister?” I asked, handing over my work. “Good luck.”

  Thomas frowned. “What do you mean? I was assured she's very competent.”

  “By the same woman who promised to tell me I didn't have a job anymore, right?” I smiled at him, but there was no joy. “Audrey Verna makes her living from lying to people. She's very good at it.”

  “How bad is your stepsister?” Thomas asked, sounding like he could feel a headache coming on.

  “Anastasia thinks that a main job of Congress is to make sure that Conga lines continue,” I informed him. I closed my bag and snapped it shut. “I'm not sure how much help she's going to be researching the precedents for non-dance moves.”

  Thomas closed his eyes and sighed. He pinched the bridge of his nose like it ached and he took a deep breath as I left the room.

  “Thank you, Thomas,” I told him, pausing at his door. “I appreciate you telling me this. To be honest, I'm glad it came from you and not Audrey.”

  He gave me a weak smile. “Good luck, Aria,” he told me, setting the files on his desk. “I know it doesn't seem like it right now, but things will work out for you. You deserve better than this.”

  I gave him a half-hearted chuckle and thanked him before heading back downstairs and through the lobby.

  “Do you need your badge, ma'am?” the guard asked as I passed.

  “Nope. You were right. I was fired,” I told him. I didn't stop to see his look of pity. I just headed out the doors and into the morning air.

  At least I made it out of the building before I burst into tears.

  Chapter 2

  I stared at my reflection in the empty bathroom of the closest Starbucks. I always thought that I would only ever be in here to pick up the Senator's coffee, but here I was jobless and coffee-less.

  I scrubbed at my cheeks, trying to wipe the tear marks clean. My eyes were bloodshot, the brown dark against the red. My mascara was long gone at this point.

  I threw my straight dark hair up into a ponytail and evaluated myself in the mirror.

  “You look awful,” I told my reflection. I sighed and closed my eyes. “Get it together,” I told myself. “You're better than this.”

  I took a deep breath. I would survive this. I would make this work to my advantage. Even if I didn't know how yet, I was going to make sure I didn't fail. I'd worked too hard to get here to just let it all go.

  But first, I was going to get a coffee. Since I didn't have a job anymore, I could at least sit in the cheerful cafe and enjoy a caffeinated sugary drink. I had to make this day better somehow, and a vanilla latte with extra whipped cream seemed like a good place to start.

  I had just settled down by the window with my grande coffee when my phone chirped. I du
g through my purse, thinking it was another aide looking for me. I was going to have to tell everyone that I was fired.

  The thought made me sad, so I took another sip of coffee before finding my phone.

  You should be done crying by now. Go to the USTR office and fill out the hiring paperwork. Now.

  The message was sent from my stepmother's phone.

  It took everything I had not to chuck the cellphone at the window. I wanted to scream. I wanted to rage. I wanted to throw my coffee down and cry like a little kid.

  But that would be a complete waste of coffee, so I didn't do that.

  Instead, I sat and finished my coffee. I took my time. I played on my phone. I didn't have to do what she wanted right now. She could wait. It was my small form of rebellion against her. I took an extra long time at the shop, just because it meant that I had a little control over my life. I even ordered a second coffee to go.

  And then I walked to the USTR office instead of taking a cab, because it was a beautiful day and it would take longer to get there this way. I was doing what she asked, just not how she wanted. Plus, it meant I got to spend the morning enjoying the sunshine and the sights of Washington.

  I grew up here in DC. My father was a famous senator himself until he died. I loved coming to the city with him and exploring everything it had to offer. I knew the monuments inside out. I knew the museums, the trains, the parks, and every path to get between the various government offices.