Billionaire's Fake Fiancee

by Eva Luxe

  Before I can get a real eyeful, she stands up and turns around, holding her notebook and book.

  “Okay,” she says. “If you’re actually serious, let’s get started.”

  “I’m ready,” I tell her as I take a seat on her bed. She just stands there looking at me.

  “Really?” She asks.

  “What?”

  “The bed? You’ve got to be kidding me.”

  “It’s more comfortable than those chairs,” I say, waving my hand dismissively toward her desk. “You should replace them with something better. That’s what I did.”

  Grace just looks at me and I can see her mind working overtime as she tries to decide. Part of her wants to sit down – I can tell. She doesn’t want me to notice, but I do. She’s blushing. It’s barely noticeable, but it’s there. Finally, she sighs and sits down next to me.

  Her scent fills my nostrils instantly and I almost lose it. Keeping up this nonchalant act is becoming harder by the second, just like something else…

  This may be the most time I’ve ever spent around a girl I wanted to fuck before getting in her pants, and still, there’s no guarantee I’m getting in there tonight.

  She’s so close to me I can her hear breathe. As she thumbs through her book, I run my eyes across the skin of her shoulder and neck and imagine what it would be like to close my lips around her and bite down, ever so slightly, just enough to make her gasp, before tossing her on her back and pulling those yoga pants down around her ankles.

  I want to do dirty things to her. There’s nothing I want more right now than to turn Grace into my own personal slut – not anyone else’s. She’ll do all the things I want her to and I’ll introduce her to all of them.

  I want to bend her over the bed, barely pull those pants down to her thighs, pull her panties aside and slide my dick into her, grab her by the hair and pull her head back so she can’t move – so she can’t do anything but take me inside her as I fuck her, burying my cock deep as I fill her with my cum.

  She should have started talking about the project already, but I can see she’s stalling, pretending like she’s reading over her notes. A girl like her probably already has them memorized and doesn’t even need to take them. I can just tell she’s smart. But she’s stalling for a reason.

  “I am sorry,” I say in almost a whisper. It gets her to look up and as we lock eyes I can see her defenses starting to fall. “I shouldn’t have bailed on you for class.”

  There really was nothing I could do. When coach says jump, you jump. But she needs an apology and I do actually feel bad. And as I look into her eyes, I just can’t help myself.

  I move in for the kiss – and she doesn’t back away. Every urge inside me is threatening to overwhelm me, and as our lips touch, I almost lose control.

  She opens her mouth and I slide my tongue in. I run my left hand up her back and pull her toward me. Her breasts press against my chest and I can feel her heartbeat. It’s racing. Then she kisses back.

  Hungrily, she pushes her tongue back against mine and slips one arm around my neck. She wants me. I’ve never been this fucking horny just by making out with a chick, but just as I’m sliding my hand up her shirt – the door opens.

  Chapter 14 – Grace

  I leap back as Shannon steps into the room, and out of reflex, completely overcompensating, I slap Tommy in the face.

  “What the fuck!?” Shannon shouts, slamming her bag down on the ground. “Are you doing!?”

  Tommy looks at me like he’s just been betrayed by his closest friend, but the look only stays a second before he turns to Shannon.

  “What’s it look like?” He says back. “We’re working.”

  There’s that Tommy Mason sarcasm. Even now he’s able to pull it off, after being walked in on and getting a slap in the face. I, on the other hand, am on the verge of panic.

  Shannon told me to stay clear of him, and not only did I tell her I would, I also made a promise to myself. One that I just broke. But I couldn’t help it. He’s just so – everything! I can’t even put it into words, but something about Tommy is just driving me wild. He’s got his hooks in me, and no matter what I do, he manages to drive them deeper.

  I went to sorority row ready to tell him off, and he completely turned it around on me. Not only did I end up backing down from what I had intended on doing, but I let him come back to my dorm and let him kiss me.

  And the truth is – I wanted him to. I know that now, but what I don’t know how to do is tell Shannon. She’s my only friend right now, and if she finds out that I actually like Tommy – what will she do? How will she react?

  “Working, my ass!” Shannon shouts. She raises her arm and points to the hall. “Out. Now!”

  Tommy looks at me, and obviously he wants me to say something. But my tongue is tied. This entire situation is too much. I’m a smalltown girl at a big university, with the biggest man on campus in my room, and every part of my body telling me I want him, with my roommate and only friend telling me I shouldn’t.

  I open my mouth to speak, but before I can, Shannon chimes in again.

  “Now!” She repeats. “Or should I call public safety?”

  Tommy gives me one last look like, “Are you gonna say anything?” But I’m stuck, frozen, and just stare back at him like an idiot. He gives me a look that hurts my heart, then gets up and moves toward the door.

  “W-wait,” I say, holding my hand out. But Shannon’s having none of it.

  “No, don’t wait,” she says to Tommy. “Grace, I got this, okay?” She turns back to Tommy. “Keep it moving, big shot. That’s right.”

  All I can do is watch Tommy go. I feel like the biggest bitch in the world and am screaming at myself inside for not doing something. But what can I do?

  If I tell Shannon it’s all right, that I wanted to kiss him, she won’t believe me. And if I tell her I actually have real feelings for Tommy, then I’m admitting it right in front of him and we’ve barely gotten to know each other! That’s not how I want to have that discussion with him. It would ruin everything. He’d know I’m crushing on him and then he’d have me at his mercy. The last thing I need to do right now, if I have any hope of surviving this semester as his partner, is give him more power over me.

  When he’s gone, Shannon slams the door and sits down beside me.

  “What the Hell?” Shannon asks. “Are you okay? Did he try and force himself on you?”

  “No, no, no, no,” I tell her, making sure she gets the message. “It’s nothing like that. It was my fault.”

  “Your fault? How? You kissed him?”

  “No, not exactly…” I trail off. How do I explain this? “I mean – he moved in and kissed me, and I just didn’t—”

  “Didn’t know how to tell him no?” She says, finishing my sentence.

  “Well—” She’s not wrong. I definitely did not know how to say no to him, but it’s not like I wanted to. “It’s not what you’re thinking. It was definitely my fault. I must have just given him that impression…”

  “That you wanted him to kiss you?” Shannon asks, looking dumbfounded and concerned. “Grace, I’m going to tell you something, okay?”

  She straightens herself up and takes a breath like she’s about to tell me some seriously bad news.

  “Last year there was a girl who hooked up with Tommy. Her name was Victoria, and she was just like you, smalltown girl from somewhere in Vermont, straight-A student, the whole nine yards. And she was a virgin.”

  Shannon pauses and takes my hand. My heart is still racing and I wonder what Tommy is doing now – what he’s thinking.

  “She fell for Tommy, and everyone knew it. All she’d do was talk about him all the time. People tried to warn her about him, but she wouldn’t listen. She slept with him. He took her virginity and then never called her back. She went nuts. It drove her crazy. She tried to get in touch with him but he blocked her calls and eventually she ended up dropping out of school.”

  “Shan
non,” I start to protest, but she waves her hands and silences me.

  “I do not want that to happen to you,” she tells me. “Look – I’m sure you’re attracted to the guy. If you want me to be honest, I’m attracted to the guy. Any girl in her right mind would be. But that doesn’t make him the best choice for either of us.”

  A spiteful part of me wonders for a moment if Shannon is actually in love with Tommy and this is just her way of getting me off her turf, but when I look at her I just don’t see that being the case. She’d be a master manipulator if all of this concern was actually just a big act to get me to stay away from him while she found a way to move in herself.

  No, she actually does care about me, and every time she tells me something it’s like a bucket of cold water dumped over my head while taking a nice warm bath.

  “Is that really true?” I ask her. “About the girl?”

  She nods. “Yup. Ask anybody. They’ve all heard about her. The story went around on Facebook and even I heard about it during my senior year of high school. She dropped out of school. She was in the top of her class too.”

  Could that really be true? Maybe I’m being naïve, but that doesn’t sound like Tommy. I know he’s got a reputation, but would he really do that to a girl…a girl like me?

  Maybe Shannon is right – maybe I’ve made a big mistake.

  Chapter 15 – Tommy

  Man, what the fuck!?

  My fists are clenched at my side as I kick open the door to my room.

  She slapped me! She fucking slapped me!

  My cheek still stings where her hand touched my skin. Talk about the biggest boner killer in the world! First her stupid fucking roommate comes in, catching us like she’s Grace’s mother or something, then Grace freaks and hits me in the face. Unreal.

  What the Hell does that girl have against me anyway? Did I piss her off last year or something? If I was a better man, I’d put money on it being one of two things. Either she tried to get with me last year, it didn’t happen, and I don’t remember, or she wants me for herself. And honestly, it could be either one.

  Obviously Grace cares what she thinks, or she wouldn’t have slapped me. I’m trying not to be too pissed off about it. Obviously she wants me, or she wouldn’t have let me kiss her. Not only did she let me kiss her, but she kissed back, and she was getting into it too. I’d be closing the deal right now if it wasn’t for that bitch roommate of hers.

  I don’t even know why I’m putting up with this. I’m Tommy Mason! If this was any other girl, I would have been gone the second she walked out of that bathroom. Or maybe I would have put in a little bit of effort to give her a chance to change her mind, but that would be it.

  But there’s something about Grace that’s just got me and won’t let go.

  Am I catching feelings for this girl?

  That is so not a Tommy Mason move. I had a girlfriend in high school. Her name was Julia. We started dating sophomore year and it was great. We never had any fights, we had all the same friends and she loved coming to my games and cheering me on. No matter how many other people were cheering for me, how many other girls wanted me, seeing Julia in the stands was what would drive me to win.

  Then senior year rolled around, and we picked our schools. Julia applied to UCONN, but she was accepted to Berkeley as well.

  “Are you going to go?” I remember asking her. That was the last time I felt really vulnerable. She took so long to answer that she almost didn’t have to. I knew what she was going to say.

  “Yes,” she nodded. “I’m sorry, Tommy.”

  I was heartbroken. I got up and walked away and we haven’t spoken since. That was when the wall went up. It wasn’t intentional, but I just remember how bad it hurt knowing that the girl I loved was going away. She sent me an e-mail telling me how it wouldn’t be that bad and we could try it long distance, and I almost considered it, but then I got the news that her family was moving to California too.

  I guess her mom had always wanted to live there, and now that Julia was going to school out there it just made since. They bought a house and I knew I’d never see Julia coming back to Connecticut. So I stuck to my guns. That was it. No more Tommy and Julia.

  But not only that – no more Tommy and anyone. I came to UCONN and was the big man on campus, and I was only a freshman. I had girls lined up and basically just drowned myself in pussy to keep my mind off her. Over time, my feelings for her faded and my new lifestyle just become the norm. And not a bad one at that.

  But now, I can feel a chink in my armor. Grace…

  I lay down on my bed. Joey must still be out. I wonder if he’ll be back tonight. Hopefully he finds some girl and stays at her place. I just want to be alone for now.

  And what’s up with Grace’s roommate? Is she going to go around campus running her mouth about me? I can see her being that kind of overly protective friend that starts telling everyone I was trying to force myself on Grace or something. I doubt anyone would believe it, but shit like that can ruin a guy’s reputation. Hell, shit like that can ruin a man’s life!

  But what the fuck am I thinking about all this right now for? I can’t even believe this is pissing me off. I don’t know why I’m so upset. Maybe the fact that I got turned down for the first time since I got to school here has me more weirded out than I realize.

  That, or the fact that I was this close to getting somewhere with Grace and her roommate ruined it. I feel like I just got served the juiciest steak in the world at the best restaurant, and then just as I took a bite, some dickhead came over and ripped it out of my mouth and threw it in the trash.

  I can still smell her.

  Joey has a can of spray deodorant on his desk and I grab it and douse the room, trying to get Grace’s scent off me. I just can’t handle that right now.

  I lay back down on my bed, trying to make sense of this whole situation. I don’t know what to do at this point. If I go down there to see Grace, and her roommate’s there, how’s that gonna go down?

  I can’t believe I still haven’t gotten her number. She’s right down the hall from me and I can’t even contact her. Maybe the professor has her e-mail or something, or I guess I could look her up on Facebook.

  But to be honest – I’m kind of pissed off. I mean, she slapped me! Why the Hell should I be the one trying to get back in touch with her? If anyone is going to have to make the first step, it’s her. Not me.

  Imagine if somehow word got out about that?

  “Yeah, Grace fucking slapped Tommy!” I can just hear the voices laughing about it. “And he still tried to hook up with her! And it didn’t happen!”

  I’ll be damned if I’ll let that go down. No, if Grace wants to talk to me, she’s going to have to make the first move. I don’t have to go to sociology if I don’t want to. Someone from last year will have a copy of the exam, or I’ll just get my tutor to help me out, and that’ll be that. And if Grace is worried about the fucking research paper, well, then maybe she can apologize to me.

  Fuck it, I’m going back to the party!

  I grab my keys, kick open the door and am down the stairs and outside before I can think twice. I walk quickly back down to sorority row, passing a group of drunken freshman who recognize me instantly.

  “Yo, Tommy-fucking-Mason!”

  “Ayyyye, Tommyyyyy!”

  I wave casually and take a side route through one of the parking lots. I’m steaming, and the breeze is doing nothing to calm me down. I guess that’s what I get for being a nice guy. This is exactly why I never let my guard down around girls. You give them an inch, and they take a mile and keep going.

  I can’t believe she fucking slapped me.

  The part of me that wants to care and understand her situation starts to rise up, but I push it back down as I round the corner and the sorority houses come back in sight.

  I should just find some slut and fuck her brains out. If Grace isn’t interested, then why the fuck should I be? I apologized to her. I said thing
s I’d never say to any other girl, and still she’d rather impress her roommate than be honest about her feelings for me.

  As I head back down the street, I push Grace out of my mind.

  If this is how she wants it, then this is how it’s going to be. It’s too bad too. I would have been good to her. But she messed that up. This is on her, not me.

  I take a deep breath and head down the road toward the party. As I pass a group standing by the big oak tree in front of a really corny dance party, I hear a girl’s voice call out behind me.

  “Hey, big fella,” she says. I turn around to see a total fucking babe wearing short, ripped jean shorts and a white tank top – and no bra. “How’d you like to buy me a drink?”

  “The drinks are free around here,” I say suspiciously.

  “I know,” she says with a seductive smile as she walks toward me, her hips swaying in just the right way. “Just a figure of speech. What I’m trying to say is…how about you and I get out of here?”

  She bites her lip and looks up at me with total fuck-me eyes. This girl is a knockout. But I’m still feeling some reservations. On any other night I’d take her home with me – but for some reason I’m having my doubts.

  “Come on,” she says, sliding her arm around mine and pressing her tits against my bicep. “I’m fun. Don’t I look fun?”

  “Yes,” I admit. “You do.”

  She smiles and slides her hand against my thigh. “So what do you say?”

  Chapter 16 – Grace

  I splash water on my face and stare at myself in the bathroom mirror. This is where it all began. This is where I met Tommy Mason. It’s weird to think it hasn’t even been a week since we met and he’s already one of the most significant…events in my life.

  No matter what happens between us, and it looks like that’s going to be nothing, I know I’ll never forget him. I am worried about how class is going to go with him being my research partner. Maybe I’ll just do the whole project on my own and tell him not to bother. Lots of work is nothing new to me, and how much of a help is he really going to be anyway? He doesn’t even go to class!