Cinderella.Com: A Modern Day Cinderella Story
Cinderella.com
A modern day romance
River Laurent
Contents
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
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Epilogue
Deleted Scene
Coming Soon…
Daddy’s Girl
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Taken By The Baller
copyright
Appreciations
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Author’s Note
Cinderella.com
Copyright © 2017 by River Laurent
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All characters in this publication are fictitious, any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Georgia Le Carre,
You let me stand on your shoulders.
No gratitude will be enough.
Chapter One
Cass
“Open this damned door now,” my landlord yells, banging his meaty fists on my door.
Not even daring to breathe, I press myself tightly against the wall in the only blind spot that cannot be seen through the keyhole of my tiny, one-room apartment.
“I know you’re in there, Harper. I saw you go in,” he growls.
Please God, please. Make him go away, I pray silently as a bead of sweat slips down the inside of my arm.
“I have another key that I can use to get in,” he threatens darkly.
I squeeze my eyelids tightly. Don’t fold, Cass. Don’t fold. Stay strong. He’s totally lying. Just trying to scare you. In the last year, I’ve seen him walking around with that heavy ring of keys only once.
Suddenly, to my horror, I hear the jangle of keys.
Oh, shit.
My eyes fly open and I stop breathing. He brought the whole damned thing. I freeze with panic when I hear him put a key into the lock. I can’t face him and tell him another pile of lies. I just need to buy myself a little bit more time. One of the people from my job interviews could still call. In fact, that guy from Chips-R-Us said he’d call tomorrow. Impulsively, I drop to the floor and roll under the bed just as the door flies open.
With my cheek stuck to the bare floorboard and my heart pounding like crazy, I stare wide-eyed at the doorway. Mr. Tanner is standing with his feet wide apart. From this angle, his legs look like tree trunks. For a few seconds, they remain planted on the floor while he surveys my small room. Then his feet move as if to leave. I clasp my hands together. Thank you, God. Thank you. But just as I exhale a sigh of relief, his scuffed black shoes turn back into the room.
No!
They come to a stop in front of the bed.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Suddenly, his fat face appears in the gap between the floor and the bed.
Busted.
My cheeks burn, but I plaster a fake bright smile on my face. “Hi, Mr. Tanner.”
There is no smile in response. His brown eyes are irritated. “You think this is funny?”
I drop my smile instantly. “No, no. Of course not.”
“Get out of there,” he orders.
I scramble out and stand nervously in front of him.
He smells of sweat and bacon. “I thought you said you’d have my rent money by today.”
I swallow hard. “Yes, I know I said that. But I’ve had a bit of a problem, Mr. Tanner.”
He folds his hands in front of his distended belly and stares at me coldly.
“But please don’t worry about it. I swear I’ll have the money by this weekend.”
He frowns. “That’s what you said last week and the week before that.”
“Yes, and I should have had it.” I clear my throat. “I was let down, but this time I promise I’ll have the money.”
“Look. I like you. You’re a good kid, but I ain’t runnin’ a charity here. If you don’t come up with the money by the weekend, and that means Sunday—6:00 p.m. at the latest—you’re out. Am I making myself clear?”
I nod. “Absolutely, Mr. Tanner. I hear you loud and clear. I’ll have the money. I promise.”
“I don’t get it. You work all the time. You never go out. What do you do with your money?”
“I told you, Mr. Tanner. When my father was sick, I took a short-term loan from some people to pay for his medical bills. I have to service that loan every week. They’ve cut my hours at work, but I’ve gone for some interviews. I should hear back this week.” I bite my lip and look at him imploringly.
“Hmmm…that’s a shame.” He sucks at his teeth. “You could, you know, pay your rent in different ways.”
My eyes widen with disbelief. “What?”
He scratches his double chin while his greedy eyes crawl over my chest like slimy fingers and his tongue comes out to wet his lips. “We could come to some…arrangement.”
“No,” I blurt out in disgust.
I see a flash of surprised anger cross his face and quickly smile to soften the blow. “What I meant to say is, thank you. It’s a truly great offer, but it won’t be necessary since I will have the money for you.”
He throws me a sour look. “Fine. I’m leaving now, but you keep your word this time. Don’t think I won’t haul your sorry ass out on the sidewalk and change the locks.”
“Okay. Thank you, Mr. Tanner,” I whisper.
He turns around and walks out of
my room.
I walk to the door, close it, and sag against it. My knees give way. I slide down and sit slumped on the floor. It’s like the weight of the whole world is bearing down upon my shoulders. I stare at the blank wall above my bed, feeling sick to my stomach.
I don’t know how I’m going to manage. It is now clear that Mr. Tanner is deadly serious. He is going to kick me out unless I come up with my rent money. I am so lost in worry and stress, I jump when my cell phone rings. I pull it out of my pocket and look at it hopefully. It is my bestie, Jesse.
“Hey,” she says, her voice bubbling with excitement. “I’ve got great news for you.”
“Yeah? What is it?” I ask without enthusiasm.
“It’s too good to tell over the phone. I’m coming over right now,” she says and cuts the connection.
Chapter Two
Cass
Jesse’s eyes are shining when I open the door.
“Howdy, partner,” she greets jauntily.
“Howdy? What’s with the cowboy talk?”
Instead of answering me, she grins, grabs my arm, and pulls me over to the mirror, positioning me in front of it. “What do you see?” she asks excitedly.
I don’t even want to see my reflection. I’m rocking the shadows under the eyes, deathly pale skin, and haunted blue eyes look. I turn away from the tragic sight. “Look, Jesse. I’m really not in the mood. What’s this about?”
Undeterred by my lackluster tone, she cups her palms on either side of my face and turns it back toward the mirror. “I see money.”
Frowning, I ask, “What?”
She leaves me standing at the mirror and goes toward my bed. Hopping on it, she sits cross-legged and pats the space in front of her. With a sigh, I go and sit opposite her.
“You know how everybody is always mistaking you for Tamara Honeywell?”
“Yeah,” I agree cautiously. Tamara Honeywell is a hotel heiress, famous for being infamous. I think she cut a record where her voice was compared to cats wailing, and she might also have starred in a Hollywood movie her father produced that flopped big time. She does a bit of modeling and has a clothing line but seems mostly to be photographed at parties and clubs looking wasted, or making out with perfect strangers. I don’t have the time to read gossip magazines, but there might also have been talk of a sex tape. So, it’s not exactly a compliment to be compared to her, and I can’t imagine why Jesse is so fired up.
Jesse leans forward eagerly. “Well, I had an idea, so two months ago, I secretly signed up as you on Cinderella.com.”
I stare at her. “What the hell is Cinderella.com?”
She smiles proudly. “It’s a body double agency. Normal people who look like celebrities can impersonate them for a night or a day, feel like a star, and get paid for the pleasure. They have all kinds of doubles on their website. The Queen of England, Taylor Swift, Nicole Kidman. Are you getting the gist of what I’m saying?”
“Kind of, but I’m going to need a bit more.”
“Basically, I sent them your photo, as well as your height and weight, to be on their books as an impersonator for Tamara Honeywell. Two days ago, they contacted me because they need you to impersonate her for an entire month!”
My head starts swimming. I dare not believe. I stare at her silently.
“Guess how much this gig is worth?” she asks.
For her to be this excited it has to be…quite good. I shake my head.
She grins. “Five-hundred smackeroos a day plus expenses.”
My jaw drops. “Five-hundred dollars a day? For a whole month? Are you sure?”
“Abso-fricking-lutely,” she says with a laugh. “I’ve been emailing Mrs. Carter, the owner of the agency, for the last two days, but now she wants to connect on Skype to make sure the photos are not photoshopped and stuff.”
I open my mouth to ask her more about the job, but no sound comes out. My chin starts trembling, the backs of my eyes sting, and tears start rolling quickly down my face.
“Hey,” she soothes, hugging me. “Don’t cry, Cass. Please don’t cry. It’ll be all right, I promise.”
“I’m sorry,” I sob. “It’s just the relief. You can’t imagine what it’s been like. I’ve been so frightened. I didn’t know what to do, Jesse. Mr. Tanner is planning to kick me out on Sunday, and I’m behind with my loan payment, which they’ve just doubled again. I’ve already paid them everything I borrowed, but the figure never seems to go down. There’s always interest and penalties being added for no damned reason. It’s starting to feel as if I’ll never be able to pay it off. I’m already working two jobs, and though I’m trying really hard to find another, it’s been impossible to find something that I can fit around the other two.”
Jesse pulls away and gazes at me. “Why didn’t you tell me how bad it was?”
I shake my head. “What could you have done?”
“To start, you can stop being such a dork and move in with me. Our couch is very comfortable and you can sleep there.”
I wipe my tears with the backs of my hands. “I’m not going to sleep on your couch, Jesse. It wouldn’t be fair to Adam.”
“Adam won’t mind.”
I sniff and shake my head. “Jesse, you live in a one-bedroom apartment. Of course, Adam will mind. Who wants to have someone living on their couch?”
“Anyway, we don’t need to worry about that anymore, do we? Let’s just get you this job and see where we go from there, okay?”
“Tell me more about the job. What will I be doing for a month?”
Jesse grins widely. “You’ll be learning to ride a horse on a ranch in Montana.”
I look at her in disbelief. “Are you kidding me?”
“Nope.”
“I’m going to be impersonating Tamara Honeywell for a month on a ranch in Montana?”
“Yep.”
I open my hands, palms up. “Why?”
She shrugs. “Mrs. Carter said she can only give more information once you’ve signed a Non-Disclosure Agreement.”
“Me on a ranch in Montana. Pretending to be Tamara Honeywell. Riding a horse. It’s just…surreal.”
“I’m thinking breakfast with cowboys,” she says, rubbing her hands like some evil witch in a Disney cartoon. “Mmm…sausages.”
I start giggling and so does she.
“Speaking of sausages, Bacon Belly told me we could come to some arrangement over my rent.”
Her warm brown eyes flash with disgust. “Ew. Thanks a bunch for that. Now I need to go flush my brain out with bleach.” She wrinkles her nose with disgust. “It’s practically pedophilia. What a dirty dickwad. I hope you told him what he could do with his wrinkly old thing.”
“I didn’t. I was too shocked, actually.”
“I’ll give him a piece of my mind the next time that—”
For a second, I stop hearing the torrent of abuse spewing out of her mouth and see only her kind, sweet face. I say a silent prayer to God for sending her to me. Now that Dad can barely recognize me, she’s all I’ve got. Jesse and I met in ninth grade. She was lousy at math and I helped her with it. We’ve been best friends ever since.
“Thank you, Jesse,” I say, my voice breaking with all the emotions swirling in my body.
“Stop being weird, Cass. I love to do things for you, but you’re always so damned independent you won’t accept even the slightest bit of help.”
I reach for a tissue from the box by the bedside and blow my nose.
“Anyway,” she adds, “I’m so happy this job’s come up for you. It’s about time you got a break in your shitty life.”
I hug her tightly. “I love you.”
“Break my ribs, why don’t you?”
Chapter Three
Cass
Mrs. Carter, the owner of Cinderella.com, turns out to be super-efficient. Less than four hours after we speak, a courier comes with an NDA agreement; a ten-page affair written in the strictest, most pretentious sounding words I have ever come across. I s
kip through most of it since it’s basically Miss Honeywell’s solicitors trying to impress me with just how prepared they are to take me to court and see me behind bars if I don’t keep my mouth shut. I’ve never been a talkative person anyway, so I sign the document on the spot and give it back to the courier.
The next day, Mrs. Carter calls me.
“Can you ride?” she asks as soon as I answer the phone.
“No,” I confess, my heart lurching with disappointment. I thought Jesse said I would be learning to ride. I should have known it was too good to be true.
“Excellent,” she says crisply. “Are you prepared to learn?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Let me tell you about the job. Miss Honeywell seems to have gotten herself into a bit of a scrape. Something to do with driving while under the influence. Anyway, her father negotiated a probationary sentence for her on the understanding that she must live on the ranch of a friend of his. It is not meant to be a holiday but a kind of rehabilitation. The plan is for her to learn how to ride, take care of the horses, and generally help around. At the end of her stay, her father will come to the ranch to see what progress she has made with her riding skills.
“Miss Honeywell has decided she does not care to be on a ranch in the middle of nowhere for a month, so she has hired us to find a body double to take her place. And that’s where you come in. Are you available to drop everything starting tomorrow and take her place?”
I didn’t even have to think about it. “Yes.”
“There is a catch. If the ranch hand who is in charge of teaching her reports back to her father that he is unhappy with her general attitude or her willingness to learn or do as she is told, she will have to stay for another month. If that happens, you will not be paid a single cent.”
I take a deep breath. “Wow!”
“Is that a deal breaker for you?”
“No,” I say immediately.
“Can you confirm that you are prepared to work very hard on the ranch for a month?”