Billionaire's Fake Fiancee

by Eva Luxe

“I know we do, but listen! Okay, he came over to my apartment, and—”

  “He what!?” Suddenly the tables have turned and Kristen is questioning me.

  “Well, I needed a ride home … and it’s a long story, but the dogs actually liked him! They didn’t bark or growl or bite. They licked his hands! It was unbelievable.”

  “That is strange …” she muses. “But still. A guy from the club?”

  “I know. I know,” I say. “But seriously. If I told you what’s been going on you wouldn’t even believe me. You might actually meet him.”

  “What, you’re going to introduce me!?” she gasps.

  “He might … he might be at my apartment when we get back.”

  There’s nothing but stunned silence from beside me. I take my eyes off the road and look over to see Kristen just staring at me, eyes wide, mouth agape, like I just told her I have discovered the worlds first real live alien and it’s living in my basement.

  There’s not a whole lot more to be said as we drive home. Kristen just needs to be around friends right now, and I don’t want to inquire any more details about last night. She had a bad time, and that’s really all I need to know. Just as long as she wasn’t hurt, what she needs now is to be away from it all and around people who care about her. And that’s me.

  Ty’s truck is in the driveway when we get back to my apartment.

  “Is that—” Kristen starts to ask.

  “Yes.” I say.

  She gives me a look that’s half excited half inquisitive as we get out of the car. I open the door to a sloppy greeting from Bruno and Chester. They haven’t seen Kristen in a long time and practically knock her over as they greet her.

  “Hey, guys!” Kristen says effusively, patting them both on the head as they lap at her with their long tongues. “Long time no see! Yessss—”

  Kristen’s voice cuts off when she looks up to see Ty standing in the middle of the room. My legs go weak as I see he’s shirtless. In fact, he’s wearing nothing but a towel and is clearly on his way to the bathroom to take a shower.

  “Hey,” he grins at Kristen.

  “Hi …”

  Long silence …

  “I’m Ty,” he finally says. I can’t help but smile.

  “K-Kristen,” she mutters quietly. Ty chuckles.

  “Nice to meet you. I’m gonna shower real quick, Jen.”

  “Okay.”

  Ty walks to the bathroom and I can just see Kristen’s mind working as she looks over his toned body. Kristen is a very visual person and checks guys out as much, if not more, than they check us out. The bathroom door shuts and as soon as she hears the water turn on she turns to me in disbelief.

  “Okay, wow,” she exclaims. “Now I see why you broke the rules.”

  I laugh, sitting down on the couch. “It’s not just that, Kristen.”

  “Did you see those abs?!” she says, sitting down and getting right in my face.

  “Uh, I’ve seen a lot more than that.”

  “What?!” she practically shouts. “You fucked him? You fucked him!”

  A guilty look comes over my face and I can’t help but smile. We both know how big this news is for me. It’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone, and having basically sworn off men after my ex, it must seem like the return of Christ or something to Kristen.

  “How’s his …” Kristen holds up a pinky finger.

  “Yeah, it’s more like—” I reply, holding up my forearm and slapping it with my other hand.

  “You’re joking …”

  “Nope,” I laugh. “Still a little bit sore actually.”

  “Stop it,” she says, slapping me gently on the arm. “Why do you luck out!?”

  “I think it’s Karma,” I say. “After all the shit I had to put up with in the past the universe finally decided to send me a good guy.”

  “So you two are like—together?”

  “I don’t know,” I say slowly, realizing I haven’t actually thought about this myself. What are Ty and I doing? It’s all happened so fast. I was opposed to even getting close to him before. And then things changed.… “We haven’t really had that talk yet.”

  “So it’s just a sex thing,” she says flatly.

  “No,” I correct her. “It’s not that. We just … we haven’t had the talk yet.”

  “So what are you going to do?” she asks me.

  “I’m not sure,” I say, running things over in my mind. “I mean … he is great. I thought he was this cocky asshole, but he saved my ass from these assholes outside the club the other night. And he watched the kids for me so I could work—”

  “What!?”

  “And he helped me get my car back from Greg’s who was trying to scam me. I mean—he’s really great.”

  “So when’s the wedding!” she cackles. I can’t help but smile.

  “We’ll see,” I say slowly. “I just—I have to make sure I am smart about this. I don’t want to bring another man into my life and have it not work out. It’s just not me I have to think about. I have Ella and Josh too.”

  “Yeah,” Kristen says, leaning back. “Well, he’s showering in your apartment. I think you’re going to have to make a decision pretty soon.”

  Chapter 20 – Tyler

  I’m trying not to laugh too loudly when I picture Kristen’s face when she walked in. She obviously thinks I’m hot. If this was any other girl besides Jenny, I’d be contemplating the odds of getting them both into bed for a threesome. But for some reason, those thoughts don’t come into my head with her. As a stripper, I’m sure she gets proposals like that all the time, and I don’t want to be just another douche bag. But I think the real reason, is that I actually give a shit about her.

  And that’s one of the reasons I have to sort things out with Nicky. I can’t involve her in this any more than she already is. I mean, it’s a miracle he hasn’t sent his goons to follow me here by now, or it would have been her taped to that chair instead of Barry, and for that I would never forgive myself.

  I’ve been going over options in my head, but I can’t see any way out of this one. Nicky’s holding all the cards and I don’t know if I have a play. I’m going to have to take a dive for him. It’s really not that big of a deal in the scheme of things, but getting pushed around like this is not my style. He’s never seen war like I’ve seen. He and his goons have never seen real trouble like I’ve been in. And yet here they are, acting like tough guys because they live in a society that lets them.

  Letting the water run off my head, I look down at my hand. I’ve taken the bandage off so I don’t get it wet. It’s slowly healing, but it’s still in rough shape, and spots of blood run off my finger tips to splash down on the white floor of the tub.

  I’m picturing a life with Jenny, something I’ve never allowed myself to do. I’ve never felt so at home anywhere since my old house and my old life with Christine. I swore I’d never let myself feel anything like this again, but Jenny came into my life and there was nothing I could do about it. From the moment I gave her that ride home from the club I was stuck to her.

  Something needs to be done about this Nicky situation. Even if I throw this fight for him, that will never be the end of it. Not after what’s happened. It’ll be another fight, and then another and I’ll be his dog forever. And Jenny and Josh and Ella would be his leverage. He wouldn’t even need to threaten my mom. The more people I bring into my life the more leverage he’ll have. I can’t lie down and take it.

  There is one thing I could do.…

  But that would be a big move.

  I shut the water off and dry off, wrapping a towel around my waist. When I step out of the bathroom both the girls are sitting on the couch. Kristen tries not to be obvious while checking me out, but turns away when I smile at her.

  “I’m gonna get some fresh air,” she says, getting up and heading outside. I head to Jenny’s room to change while Kristen makes herself scarce. When I get back to the living room Jenny’s sitting alone on
the couch.

  “Can you redo this for me?” I ask her, showing her my wounded hand.

  “Of course,” she says softly. I move over to her and sit down beside her, laying my hand on my knee. She takes it gently and begins wrapping the gauze around it.

  She’s so beautiful, I think, staring at her eyes as she re-dresses my bandage.

  “Your friend all right?” I ask her, breaking the silence.

  “Yeah, she’ll be fine,” she says, obviously not wanting to go into it. I simply nod and continue watching her. I can’t stop thinking about her lips and how I feel when I kiss them. Her body drives me wild. She secures the ace bandage and looks up at me with those beautiful eyes.

  “Ty?” she asks gently. “What’s going on with you?”

  I guess that time has come. I can’t hide my life from her any longer. She has a right to know about me before things go any further.

  “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Jenny,” I warn her.

  “I want to know.”

  With a deep breath, I do what I’d sworn to never do again—open myself up to someone. I’m being strong armed by some pretty dangerous guys to throw a fight for them.”

  I watch for her reaction as this sinks in, but it’s hard to read. I can’t tell if she doesn’t believe me or if she’s simply accepting it. So I continue.

  “I’m a Veteran. I was in Afghanistan. I had a wife. I had a daughter. They died. I swore I’d never let anyone close to me again.”

  “That was your old house?” she asks softly. “The one we drove by that night?”

  “Yes,” I whisper. She’s perceptive. I’m not surprised.

  “Where did you get this?” she asks, gesturing to my hand.

  “That was stupid,” I tell her with a deep sigh. “My friends convinced me to rob a pawn shop with them.”

  “What!?” she almost shouts, sounding legitimately surprised.

  “I couldn’t say no. They’ve saved my ass so many times. I owed them.”

  “And things didn’t go well?”

  “Moore died,” I say, feeling the twinge in my chest from the pain of saying the words. “We barely got out of there. And what’s worse, it turns out the place is owned by the same guy shaking me down for the fight.”

  I can see Jenny’s mind working. She looks away from me.

  What is she thinking!?

  I want to scream this at her, but I have to let her process. If there’s any hope of her accepting me for who I am, I have to let her do it on her time. This is a lot to drop on her, and I would understand if she tells me to go. I’m almost expecting it. Part of me is actually hoping she says it, because that would mean there would never be a chance of me hurting her or getting her hurt. After what feels like a year, she turns back to me.

  “So what are you going to do?” she asks me.

  I wasn’t expecting that. It takes me a second to respond. “I-I don’t know. I just …”

  I trail off, hanging my head, summoning up the courage for what I want to ask her. This will be the hardest thing I’ll ever have to say. I can feel the words at the tip of my tongue, but they just won’t come. I can smell Jenny. Every scent of her invades my nostrils and consumes me. I want to reach out and stroke her soft skin and take her. I look up at her and speak.

  “Jenny. Could you picture a life with me? Together?”

  Jenny’s eyes go wide, and she just looks at me. The tension in the air is palpable, and I can hear my heart beat in my ears. I’m going to lose it.

  “Yes …” she finally whispers. I’m almost stunned. I can’t believe it. I wanted to. A part of me knew she would say yes, but I didn’t want to listen to it. Nothing in my life has worked out since my family died, so why would I ever expect things to change? Running into Jenny was pure coincidence, and ended up being a blessing. And now she’s said yes.

  I reach out and grab her and lift her onto my lap, kissing her strongly and deeply. She kisses me back, hungrily pushing her tongue into my mouth. I can’t restrain myself, and I have her shirt up over her head in the blink of an eye. I kiss her passionately down her cheek, to her neck and then down to her left breast, taking her nipple into my mouth and biting down ever so softly. She lets out a gasp that enflames me, and I feel myself swelling under my shorts.

  My hands grip her back and caress her every curve, feeling the soft supple skin of her breasts and the lines of her waist that lead me to her hips and ass. I grab and squeeze, feeling possessed by a lust greater than anything I’ve ever felt. She grinds her hips against mine and I’m not able to hold out any longer.

  I lift her easily and dump her onto her back on the couch. Instantly I have her pants and panties off and my face is buried in her thighs. The skin of her pussy is soft against my tongue as I lick her up and down, needing every single inch of her body.

  Her gasp and moan as my tongue slides inside her has me completely hard, and I reach down between my legs and grasp my hard cock and start stroking. I want nothing more than to be inside her, but I am hungry for her pussy and I lick harder, moving up and finding her clit.

  When my tongue slides across it she gasps and lets out a moan that the neighbors could probably hear. I pull my hand off my cock and press it over her mouth, doing my best to quiet her. This turns her on, and she begins grinding her hips against my face. She’s wet and tastes amazing. Everything about her is perfect. I flick my tongue left to right and feel her squirm. I use my free hand to press down on her stomach and pin her in place.

  “Oh my God, Ty” she moans through my hand. I move my tongue faster and faster, applying more and more pressure. She’s getting even wetter, and I let out a groan as her hips buck again.

  “Fuck!” she shouts into my palm. She cums, and it’s the hottest thing I have ever seen. Her hips tighten and her thighs squeeze on either side of my head. She bucks up off the couch and presses down on my head with both hands. I can taste the flood of wetness as she orgasms, and I lap hungrily, never taking my tongue off her clit.

  I could stay here all day, I think, gazing up at her face, twisted in pleasure as she continues to cum.

  The last of her orgasm rolls over her and she settles back onto the couch. She gasps as I remove my hand and arches her back, sucking deep gulps of air.

  “Ty …”

  Before she can speak, I’m on top of her and sliding my cock inside her. She wasn’t prepared, and squeals as I push my entire length into her.

  “Shit!” she yelps.

  “Fuck yes,” I groan, already feeling like I’m ready to cum. “You’re so tight.”

  She squirms on the couch, clenching her pussy down on my cock. I can barely take it. She’s so amazing. I want to cum already, but I hold back. I have to have her, and I want to see her cum again. I want to feel it.

  I squeeze her breasts with both hands, tightly pulling her to me as I fuck her. She’s staring up at me, mouth open, eyes wide, with no sound coming out. She doesn’t even seem to be breathing. All she’s doing is taking my cock and loving it. We both are.

  I pinch her nipples gently, and I feel her pussy tighten up.

  “Yeah?” I ask her.

  All she can do is nod back. Her face is beautiful like this. She’s so unbelievably sexy. I feel something primal come over me—something uncontrollable, and I pound her harder. She’s so fucking sexy it makes me almost angry. I let out a growl, and she reacts, gripping my waist with both hands, pulling me into her. Harder and harder I fuck her.

  “Yes, like that!” she whispers. I am so close, and so is she. “Cum in me!”

  That’s all it takes. My cock twitches and I shoot inside her. Just as I do, her pussy clenches down and she cums with me. I sink down on top of her and push my tongue into her mouth. She sucks it hungrily as we cum together, my cock shooting my seed inside her, filling her up.

  She’s mine, I think as I feel her breasts bounce against my chest with every orgasmic thrust from my hips. I’m seeing fucking stars it felt so good, and as I collapse down
onto her, I can feel her heart beat against mine, pounding through her chest.

  Her lips press against my neck, and she kisses me gently as I pant on top of her, a sweaty mess.

  “God you’re amazing,” I mutter into her ear.

  “So are you,” she says back.

  “I could do this every day,” I say softly.

  “Twice a day,” she giggles. I smile and raise myself up on my elbows and look down at her. She’s a mess too. Either her sweat or mine is coating her face, and a mess of hair is plastered over her cheek.

  If only I had a camera, I think. That would be a hot picture.

  I gently brush the hair away and kiss her gently on the lips.

  “So much for my shower,” I laugh. “I’m sweating like crazy!”

  “So am I” She smiles back at me.

  “Want to take one with me?” I suggest.

  “That sounds great.”

  Suddenly, a knock comes from the door, followed by Kristen’s voice. “Hey, uh. Are you guys done in there yet?”

  Jenny’s eyes widen as she looks up at me. “Oh my God!”

  We both burst out laughing.

  Chapter 21 – Jenny

  I wake up to the sound of male footsteps thudding about my apartment. That’s a sound I could get used to hearing. I yawn and stretch, feeling the warm spot on the bed beside me where Ty was sleeping. I bury my face in his pillow and inhale. His smell is still there. I yawn and stretch, hearing the water in the bathroom sink running.

  Ty is checking his hand as I enter the bathroom and lean against the door jam. He hasn’t bothered to put a shirt on, and I can’t say I mind.

  “How is it?” I ask him.

  “Not great,” he replies with a grimace, peeling the last sticky piece of gauze off his palm.

  “Does it hurt?” I ask stupidly.

  “Sure doesn’t feel good,” he says, forcing a smile.

  I come over beside him and slide my hand up his back, doing my best to comfort him. His skin is warm and smooth and I can feel the taught muscles underneath. It’s then that I notice the scars.

  There are several of them across the side of his arm and his back, just below his shoulder. They’re pretty big, and I can’t help but wonder if they were made by bullets.