One Night Stand with a Prince: Oops! I Had His Baby!

A 'Chance' Meeting

"Oh, excuse me, sorry about..." Her words drew to a halt once those beautiful brown eyes met my own, surprise washing over her face as she recognized me. "Oh, wow, Kingston." Her words sounded breathless, which I guess made sense, the last place she would expect to bump into me would be across the country from the first and last place we had met. Although I’m sure the fact that we were having this conversation in front of the cheerios in her local food market was making it exceptionally shocking for her. Good. I needed her off kilter.

“Oh, hey… you.” I responded back, forcing a polite smile to my lips when really, I wanted to sneer at her that I knew her little secret, right there, in the middle of the grocery store, for all to hear. “Julianna, right?” I was pretending as if I barely remembered her, keeping the fact that I had dreamed of her almost every night since our chance meeting a private secret, tucked away.

“Yeah, Julianna Ortega, and Kingston is your last name, right?” She asked, moving the box of Lucky Charms she had almost dropped, into her cart and pushing a stray lock of dirty blonde hair behind her ear.

“Yes, it is, James Kingston that is.” I offered a hand to her in greeting, forcing myself to ignore the licks of pleasurable heat I felt the moment her hand was in mine, but then it was gone, so fast I barely got to enjoy the contact.

“What are you doing in LA?” Julianna asked nervously, her fingers were fidgeting with her phone as her brown eyes flinted between my own and the cart in front of her. “What I mean is, business or pleasure?”

“Oh, a little bit of both.” I answered back, flashing her a charming smile, and feeling an unexplainable sense of triumph when her pretty cheeks flushed a rosy pink. “And you?”

“And me what?” She asked, blinking up at me in question, those captivating eyes growing wide.

“Why are you in LA? Business or… pleasure.” The tone of my voice dipped down with that last word, flirting just a bit, I didn’t want her onto my game… yet.

“Oh, umm, I’m here for business. I mean, I live here now. Lived here for about a year now.” She looked down at her phone and then placed it in the cart face down before taking a deep breath and flashing me a sweet smile. “Well, it’s been nice bumping into you, have a wonderful day.” And with that she pushed her cart past me down the aisle. Watching her for a moment, I wondered if she was really not going to mention my son to me, when I heard her footsteps stop and she turned around to face me. An anxious expression now on her lovely face, she seemed to be breathing a little faster.

“Would you like to go out with me?” She asked in a rush, like she had to gain the courage to say those words and once she started, she knew if she did not barrel on, she would lose her resolve. “Like, out to eat or coffee or something?”

“Sure, that sounds like fun. When did you have in mind?” I prayed she would make it soon, I wanted to meet my son sooner rather than later.

“How about tonight? Unless that’s too soon? That’s probably not enough noticed right?” She was cute when she was anxious.

“Tonight is perfect, I am very much free tonight. What did you have in mind?” I wanted her to lead this, I needed to get a sense of who this woman was. Sure, I had every piece of information my private detective could dig up on her, but it wasn’t the same as truly knowing a person. If that paperwork said anything it was that I could not have paid a more perfect person to mother my son; but I needed to know who she was deep down. What were her motives? What made her happy and mad? What drove her?

“How about dinner?”

“I could eat.” I answered with a smile making her laugh, why does the sound of her laughter make my heart race. Stay on track James. “Do you want to pick the place or would you rather I did?” She was looking at me with an odd expression now, like she was trying to figure me out.

“That accent, it isn’t American, and it’s not quite like any I’ve heard before…” She seemed to be muttering to herself, one finger tapping her chin in the cutest way.

“I am from a small country in Europe called Lenova.” My answer didn’t seem to help clear anything up because she just nodded and turned away from me while she grabbed a box of cereal from the shelf.

“Never heard of it, but then again you did say it was small. I’ll leave plans up to you, but nowhere loud please, somewhere quiet, so we can talk and actually hear each other.” As she placed the box in the cart, she turned back to face me with that polite smile pasted back on her lips.

“You are wanting to get to know me?” Perfect, quiet and talking were exactly what I had in mind.

“Yes, a bit… I mean, I did give you my virginity without knowing a single thing about you.” She was very direct and to the point this one. The mention of her virginity had my cheeks flushing in embarrassment and I turned away for a moment to retain my wits. Though if I was honest, it may have been more than just embarrassment that had me red faced… thinking of that night always got my blood boiling.

“Yes, well, that was all a big misunderstanding, and one that I corrected the best way I could.” Clearing my throat, I adjusted the basket in my arms before hazarding a glance back at her, but now she seemed angry.

“Paying me like a prostitute is how you corrected the situation?” The venom in her tone and the c*ck of her eyebrow told me I had offended her, and as her words sank in, I realized what I had done.

“Oh no, god no, that is not what I meant at all. I promise you the money was not to pay you for the amazing time we had that night, it was to keep you from talking to the press. Hush money. My father would disown me if I let another scandal mar his good name.” Even I could hear the bitterness in my tone as I mentioned my father and I began mentally kicking myself for getting too real in the middle of a market.

“Why would I go to press? Are you one of those high society types? Old money, or whatever the one percent calls it now adays?”

“Something like that…” I muttered before running my fingers through my hair and looking at her expectantly. “What time should I pick you up? And where?” I added the last question as an afterthought, not that I needed the information, thanks to Dillion I had her address, phone number, even her social security number.

“I’ll meet you there.” Julianna said after a moment of thought. “What’s your number? I’ll text you mine, then you can text me the location and when to be there.”

I gave her my number and watched as she put my name in her phone and sent me a text message, my phone dinged immediately.

“Well, it was nice running into you, I look forward to tonight. Bye James.” Why did my name sound so sweet on her lips?

“Bye Julianna, I’ll see you soon.” With that we turned our separate ways. Walking straight to the front of the store I hand my basket to one of my security team standing by the entrance and slid my sunglasses in place as I walked out into the bright sun. This was step one, but tonight was what would determine how this thing between us went.

My driver, security team and I were halfway to the hotel I was staying at when my phone rang, to say I was surprised to see my father’s name pop up on the screen was an understatement.

“Hello old man, I’m not sure the last time you called me.”

“Hello James.” My father’s raspy voice came over the line followed by a round of coughing.

“What is wrong? Are you sick?”

“Yes, your mother, brother and I all caught some bug from a visiting dignitary, no need to worry, we have the best doctors in the country tending us.” He was wheezing when he breathed, his normally stoic voice soft and weak.

“Should you not be in bed than father? Resting? Heavy is the head that wears the crown and all that?” I bantered with him, though if I was honest the way he was acting was frightening. I had only left Lenova one week ago, how had they all managed to get this sick in such a short amount of time?

“Yes, I am in bed, as is your mother and your brother. I only called to ask that you might consider cutting your trip to the states short, your family and your country need you while we are in our sick beds.” Ever the dramatic one, the country had an entire government that would be more then able to run it in their short absence.

“Yes father, I will come home in two days, I have particularly important meetings today and tomorrow but will fly home after. Will that do?”

“I suppose it will if it must. I will see you soon, James.” With that the line clicked off and I was sitting in the back of my car rolling my eyes at my father’s dramatics. One cold and he acted as if he were dying. “Stop by the company I was debating on buying this morning, I feel like a hostile takeover is in order to release some stress…”