Billionaire's Fake Fiancee

by Eva Luxe

  “Yes,” I tell her firmly. “Yes, I would.”

  “Oh, so confident,” Shannon laughs.

  “Well…” I begin. Should I tell her? Everyone at home knows I haven’t slept with anyone, but do I really want that going around UCONN? I bite my lip and look at her nervously. I just met her, but we are going to be roommates for the rest of the year, unless of course one of us gets thrown out for wild drunken streaking through the quad, and that’s definitely not going to be me.

  “What?” Shannon asks, dripping with curiosity.

  “Well…” I mutter, looking at the floor and rubbing my thumb slowly.

  “What!?” She repeats. “Tell me right now!”

  “I’m a virgin!” I blurt out. There. It’s out in the open. Shannon doesn’t say anything, and finally I’m forced to look up at her.

  “Uh huh,” Shannon says. Does she not believe me? “You were worried about telling me that?”

  I sigh, feeling a sense of relief wash through me like how you feel when you climb into a hot bath after a long day. “I don’t know. At my high school it was so not cool to graduate without having sex.”

  “Grace,” Shannon says, again sounding like my mom. “Don’t worry about it. But if that’s the case, you really can’t sleep with Tommy. Do you really want to lose your virginity to a guy that’s going to pump and dump you like some dumb sorority slizbag?”

  “Slizbag?”

  “Slut bag,” Shannon waves her hand in the air. “Come on, get with the lingo.” She smiles. I laugh. This college thing really has me feeling out of my element. I actually can’t wait for classes to start so I can get into my routine.

  “Hmmm,” I think, pondering a basically impossible decision.

  “You know what?” Shannon exclaims, like she’s just discovered the secret of the universe. “You should tell him you’re a virgin!”

  “What?” I reply, sounding horrified. “Why!?”

  “Because that would get him to back off! Guys like him aren’t interested in that. They want girls that ‘know what they’re doing’ as they’d say.”

  My heart sinks. I definitely do not know what I’m doing. But maybe – maybe he’d want to show me? The thought turns me on. Tommy Mason teaching me the ways around a man’s body. Showing me all the ways to please him, and all the ways to please me…he could show me exactly what he likes and I could give it to him. Day after day after day…

  But not if he’s going to “pump and dump” me like Shannon says. Maybe she’s right. Would he even want to put in the effort of sleeping with me if I’m just going to lay there and have no clue what to do? Just the thought of actually having to perform for him twists my stomach into knots.

  What would I do? Do I talk? Moan? Stay silent? Do I move? What if he wants me to get on top? Or he wants to do me…doggy style?

  The thought turns me on but also scares the shit out of me. I can’t imagine how many girls he’s had, and he probably has high expectations of what he likes, and there’s no way I’ll measure up to that. The term “dead fish” comes to mind. That’s what the boys in my school used to call girls that weren’t any good in bed.

  And Shannon’s right. I want my first time to be with someone I care about – someone who loves me. Right? I don’t want to just chuck my V-card for some asshole at a party who forgets my name by the end of the month.

  But is it really something that precious? Maybe I should just have sex with someone and get it out of the way so I can get on with my college experience.

  No – that’s not what I want.

  So I guess Shannon is right. Tommy Mason is not a possibility.

  Chapter 4 – Tommy

  Dover House is in full effect. First weekend of school is rivaled only by spring weekend and the end of finals. There’s smoke in the air, beer cans everywhere, girls doing keg stands and guys cheering them on, and one girl already with her top off dancing on the end of the porch of one of the condos.

  “I’d give them titties two thumbs down!” I hear some guy roar in a drunken stupor. His friends high five him and he falls over on his ass. Guy’s obviously in a black out and is probably going to be puking his guts out in the next half hour.

  The air is thick and feels just like what I’ve come to expect from college. It’s either this or it’s the sweat in the locker room and on the basketball court, or the perfume of a hottie that’s on top of me doing her best to impress.

  Normally, I’d be scouting the crowd for some potential “dates” for tonight, but tonight is different. Tonight I’ve got my mind back on my dorm, back on my floor, on the nameless girl with the red cheeks that got my dick bulging.

  Tommy Mason…turned down by a girl.

  That just can’t happen!

  There’s no doubt in my mind that I’m going to have to make her mine – claim her before the rest of these goons get their dirty little paws on her. But how? I don’t even know her name!

  She lives on my fucking floor though, I mean how hard could it be?

  Obviously she’s not going to go for my standard approach. Not that I really have one. Girls come to me, I don’t go to the girls. But if she doesn’t know who I am, and seeing my body didn’t sway her, then obviously I’m going to need to come up with something else.

  “Bro, bro, bro!” Joey whispers eagerly in my ear. “There she fucking is! Look at those things!”

  Joey points across the back yard, past a beer pong table and some drunken idiot doing the Macarena, and I see who he’s talking about. Cindy, the girl from last year with the fake tits he was talking about. And man, he was right about the tits.

  Last year, if I remember right, she was flat as a board, and now she looks like she’s smuggling a couple of basketballs under a tank top that’s about to tear at the seams. She’s also braless and beaming for everyone to see. She, or her parents, must have dropped a good ten grand on those puppies. And if their goal was to land her in bed with a college basketball star, well, then I think they’ve succeeded.

  “Fucking. Huge.” Joey says, practically foaming at the mouth. If there’s ever been a bigger fan of bimbos than Joey, then I’ve never met him. This guy loves a girl with fake tits, fake lips, dyed hair, extensions, the whole nine yards. I’ve had a few bimbos in my day, I’m not gonna lie. But it’s not my preference.

  “So go talk to her, man,” I tell him, waving my hand dismissively in her direction.

  “You think she’d fuck me in the bathroom?” He asks eagerly. “Maybe I could get another one to bring back tonight.”

  “You’re an animal, man,” I laugh. “An animal.”

  Joey grins, gives me a fist bump and starts shoving his way through the crowd. I watch as he steps up beside her, and from the grin she throws his way, it’s pretty obvious he’s going to close the deal.

  “Tommy?” I hear a girl’s squeal behind me. “Tommy Mason?”

  I turn to find a wide-eyed freshman behind me – one of the ones whispering about me back outside the dorm.

  “Nah,” I tease her. “My name’s Keith.”

  “Uh, uh!” She laughs, waving a finger back at me, totally not buying it. “You are Tommy Mason. You are on the basketball team!”

  “There’s no fooling you,” I grin. She’s cute, and on any other night, I’d probably go for it.

  “What are you doing here?” She asks. “Shouldn’t you be at some…VIP party or something?”

  “VIP?” I chuckle. “Nah, you gotta wait for the professional leagues before you start partying with the celebrities.”

  She bursts out laughing with the most over the top, fake laugh I’ve ever heard and starts jumping up and down to make her tits bounce. She might as well just pull her pants off right now and invite me in, and honestly, it’s a little desperate and turning me off.

  “So funny!” She says, and actually claps her hands like I’m a stand-up comedian. I roll my eyes, not caring if she notices. “I saw your friend left. I guess you’re all alone now, huh?”

  This gi
rl’s got some big balls, and actually moves right in and presses herself up against me, running her fingertips up my arm.

  “Why don’t you come back for a drink at my place?”

  Her breath smells like cigarettes and beer and makes me want to gag. I’m not even hard, but talk about a boner killer.

  “I think I’m all right,” I tell her. But she either doesn’t get the message, or doesn’t even hear me. Without hesitation, she slides her hand under my shirt and tries to shove it down my pants.

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,” I say, grabbing her wrist and pulling her arm away. I back up and put my hands up. “Take it easy there, killer. What do you think I am? A piece of meat?”

  I’m half kidding with her, hoping to avoid a drunken freak out, but I really do want her to get away from me. For a second, I can’t tell what her reaction’s going to be, but then, as I see her eyes starting to tear up, I realize I’m on the edge of a shit storm.

  “You – you don’t like me?” She asks. I don’t even let myself feel bad, because I can see she’s about to turn on me. And here it comes. “You’re an asshole,” she snaps. “Everyone knows it! I bet the stories about your huge fucking dick are all a bunch of shit!”

  She holds up a pinky in front of my face and flexes it up and down.

  “More like Millimeter Peter!”

  I roll my eyes and turn away from her. Joey’s going to be fine with big-boobed Cindy, and my heart’s just not in Dover House tonight. Going out partying is a lot like going out on the court. If you’re heart isn’t in it, if you’re mind is somewhere else, you’re just not going to have fun. And tonight is one of those nights.

  I walk away from the freaking out freshman as she hurls more insults my way. She goes even crazier as I hear her friends try to calm her down. No way I’m sticking around for that shit.

  If I’ve read her right, I’d put money on that girl from the bathroom being in for the night. She didn’t strike me as a big party girl. Time to find out which room is hers and what her name is.

  She’s going to be a challenge. But I’m Tommy-fucking-Mason, and I never back down from a challenge.

  Chapter 5 – Grace

  It’s not even midnight and I’ve run out of things to do to keep my mind busy.

  I’ve set up all my notebooks for class, gone over my schedule a hundred times, written my name in my books and organized them by size, read all of the introductions and gotten up to refill my water bottle at least five times, which of course means I’ve been to the bathroom to pee about five times as well.

  And I still can’t get Tommy off my mind.

  This is just ridiculous. How can one man, who I only “met” for about a minute, have some power over me already? And without even being here!

  I feel like one of those girls in a sappy movie that falls in love with a guy the second he lays eyes on her.

  Love!?

  What am I saying? Right now, if I’ve fallen in anything, it’s lust. I don’t even know the guy, and asking me if I “see anything I like” is not enough to win my heart over. But right now, it’s not my heart that’s driving me, just like it wasn’t his when he invited me into the shower with him.

  But I have to say. Besides the beautiful body and the monster penis, there is something else about him…something elusive…something intriguing, that has my mind spinning.

  Maybe it’s just the sheer confidence that surprised me. I’m used to high school boys that are all bravado and bullshit and when you get them away from their guy friends, they end up turning into little boys in the blink of an eye.

  Tommy isn’t like that. Tommy is a man in every sense of the word, and he’s only a year older than me. You don’t get that way simply by sleeping with a lot of girls. Some guys are born to grow into men and some aren’t. That’s all there is to it.

  I don’t know how I know that but I do.

  There’s more to Tommy Mason than his panty-melting grin and his hypnotic eyes. At least that’s what I’ve been telling myself all evening…

  Shannon’s watching some show on her laptop on the top bunk. She invited me to watch it with her, but it’s season two of something I’ve never watched and I had no idea who anybody was. It’s not like I could concentrate anyway.

  So – what else is there to do? Go fill up my water bottle again!

  “Be right back,” I tell her, getting up from my chair.

  “More water?” Shannon laughs. I shrug and open the door and step out into the hall.

  There’s a water fountain just past the door to the bathroom.

  I wonder if he’s showering in there.

  But of course he isn’t. That’s just my mind drifting back to our brief encounter earlier. I doubt I’ll ever be able to go into that bathroom again, or even look at the door, without the image of Tommy’s glistening body jumping into my head.

  Those ab muscles…and then what’s below…

  What would he do to me with that thing? How would it even fit?

  No guy has even had his hands down there before. Having sex with Tommy would be like never having swam before and immediately going cliff diving into a roaring ocean filled with sharks and rocks.

  But how could I not wonder? It’s only natural.

  I unscrew my water bottle and hold it up to the water fountain.

  I bet it would split me in half. It would definitely hurt.

  I don’t know why, but that thought turns me on. It would be like going to the gym. You work out and it sucks, but you know the payoff is going to be amazing. Of course it would hurt, fitting something that big inside me, but after it would feel amazing. Wouldn’t it?

  A huge part of me wishes I’d gotten into the shower with him. I can only imagine how that body would feel against mine. And he’s so tall! He has to be at least six feet. I’m average height and would love to look up at him as he wrapped his arms around me.

  But maybe Shannon is right. Maybe all this thinking is bad for me and I should just purge all thoughts of Tommy Mason from my mind. What would a guy like him want with me anyway – after the initial conquest, of course.

  I realize my water bottle is overflowing and water is spilling onto my hand. I dump some out and screw the cap back on and take a sip. The floor is silent. All the doors are closed. Everybody must be out partying.

  I’ve never been a real party girl. Most Friday nights I’d rather be in curled up with a blanket and a book or a good show than out being an idiot at one of the parties. They always ended up getting busted by the cops anyway. One of them, I think it was Chrissie McDowell’s, had everyone sign into the party with their real names and Facebook links…so when the cops showed up, after the neighbors called them, everyone was instantly busted, even if they ran off.

  I roll my eyes. High school.

  I turn back toward my room and take another sip of my water. Please, somebody, give me something to do to take my mind off him! And that’s when the door to the stairwell at the end of the hall opens, and Tommy Mason steps through.

  I swear my heart skips a beat and my breath catches in my chest.

  What is he doing here? Shouldn’t he be out partying?

  For a brief second, he looks surprised to see me. But that look is instantly replaced by that same smile from the bathroom, a slight curling of his lips at the side of his mouth and an intensity from his eyes that makes me feel like I’m naked.

  “Hey, you,” he says and starts walking toward me.

  What do I do!?

  Panic floods through me. My room is between him and me and he’s walking closer! If I don’t move now, I won’t be able to reach my door before him! Why do I even want to get into my room? Haven’t I wanted to see him all night?

  But my feet won’t budge.

  Move! Move, damn it!

  But they won’t listen. Tommy’s walking toward me, and he’s saying something, but I’m freaking out too hard to hear him. Finally, I manage to urge myself forward and stride quickly toward my door.

  I reac
h it just before he does and grab the handle.

  “Hey, what’s the rush—?” He starts to say, but before he can finish, I shove the door in, hurl myself inside and slam it behind me.

  That was close!

  “What the Hell?” Shannon asks, looking up from her bunk.

  I mouth, “Tommy Mason,” at her and point behind me.

  “Oooooh,” she nods. Quickly, she pauses her show, puts her laptop aside and climbs down from the top bunk.

  “What do I do?” I whisper.

  “Don’t worry,” she says. “I’ll handle this.”

  Before I can react, Shannon brushes me aside and pulls open the door. I leap onto my bed, praying Tommy can’t see me from where he’s standing.

  “Hey,” Shannon says blankly.

  “Uh…hey,” Tommy replies, obviously confused. “You’re not who I’m looking for.”

  “And who is it you’re looking for?” Shannon asks.

  “I uh – I don’t know her name,” he confesses. “The other girl who lives here.”

  “No one else lives here,” Shannon lies. Tommy knows it’s a lie, but Shannon doesn’t care.

  “Then who just came in here a second ago?”

  “Nobody.”

  “Come on, quit bullshitting me,” he says. I peek out from my bunk and see him eyeing through the crack in the door for clues. His eyes land on my desk and my corkboard above it, right where I’ve written my name in big bold letters.

  “Grace!” He says, pointing and laughing. “I’m looking for Grace! Grace, you here?!”

  Part of me wants to curl up under the sheets, melt into a puddle of goo, drip through the floor and outside and then slither off back to my mom’s house. But another part of me wants to kick Shannon out the door, grab Tommy by the neck and drag him on top of me.

  “Leave her alone,” Shannon says, making the decision for me. “You wouldn’t be interested in her anyway.”

  “Oh, yeah? Why’s that.”

  “Because,” she says. “She’s a virgin!”

  My heart almost explodes.

  Shannon slams the door in his face.