Fake Bride: A Billionaire Boss Fake Marriage Romance

by Cassandra Bloom

  Beauty. Intelligence. But, most of all… she had my heart.

  I had fallen for her; there was no point denying it.

  But, I was starting to think I was the only one.

  The journey to the outside balcony felt like it would never end. My head kept spinning, anticipating what she would say.

  Finally, I pushed open a set of glass doors. The wind was harsh, whipping around us as if to indicate that we did not belong – that we needed to go back inside.

  There, Tanya walked up to the railing, leaning forward, looking out at the manor’s wide expanse of land. The moonlight highlighted her features, making her look brilliant. My heart quickened at the sight of her, seeing her with fresh eyes. For so long, she had been nothing more than my assistant but I wanted to change that. I wanted this woman by my side – where she rightfully belonged.

  I waited for her to speak but the minutes rolled into one another, her face frozen in thought.

  Slowly, I came up behind her, wrapping my arms around her slender torso, my head on her shoulder, lips tempted by the skin of her neck but I managed to hold myself back, anticipation bubbling inside of my chest. What would she say?

  “Everett…” She began, voice soft and shaking. Her fingers tightened on the railing, knuckles turning white.

  “Shh, take your time,” I said, placing my hands on hers, giving them a little squeeze, trying to comfort her. It was strange being in this position of vulnerability. I was a man who always got what he wanted – who took what he wanted, but this time, I was placing myself in her hands. She was the deciding factor in this equation. “I just want you to be honest with me. That’s all I’m asking for.”

  At that moment, she looked into my eyes, our gazes locking in a silent moment of understanding. I started to smile, heart swelling but before I could utter a word, she pushed herself onto her tippy toes until our lips collided together.

  The kiss started off at a gentle pace, lips dancing at a slow, tender tempo. But, soon enough, the passion we both held in our chests came pouring out, adding fuel to the fire. It grew hotter and hotter as our hands started to roam. My hands ventured from her hips to her breasts to her ass, tracing out her every inch, her every wondrous curve.

  Our bodies pressed together as I held her even closer, feeling like I never wanted to let her go.

  My lungs burned for air, but I ignored their plea, kissing her even harder, our tongues tangling together, fighting each other for dominance. Before either one of us could win, she pulled away, panting, a wild grin on her.

  “Yes.” She breathed.

  I stared at her, blinking a moment, almost forgetting what we had come out here to discuss.

  “Yes, I’ll have your child.”

  Chapter 11 (Tanya)

  I looked up at my boss, wide-eyed and uncertain. My heart pounded inside of my chest, threatening to explode. I couldn’t believe I had just agreed to carry this man’s child. I stared deep into his eyes, waiting for his reaction but all he did was look at me, expression unreadable.

  Had he changed his mind? Had I made the wrong decision? Had he found someone better?

  Fear crept under my skin as the seconds seemed to drag on for an eternity.

  Why wasn’t he saying anything?

  All of a sudden, he lunged forward, wrapped his arms around my body, and swept me off my feet. With our chests pinned together, he spun me around and around, a bright smile on his face, blue eyes shining brightly.

  “Everett! You’re going to make me dizzy!” I protested, hands on his broad shoulders, trying to get him to stop.

  With a chuckle, he fell into a nearby chair, keeping me on his lap, hands firmly on my hips, fingers digging into my skin. It didn’t seem like he had any intention to let me go.

  Our faces gravitated together until our foreheads touched. We were both smiling like idiots, our happiness exciting the air around us until it almost seemed to buzz. “Well, let’s go make ourselves a baby.” He said with a smirk, suddenly jumping to his feet, cradling me against his chest.

  It amazed me how strong he was. He carried me with ease like I weighed no more than a feather.

  Without hesitation, he walked back into the manor, a look of pride plastered on his face. He didn’t seem to care that people were looking at him, judging the woman in his arms.

  Before long, we were back in his car. Gently, he eased me onto the seat, buckling me into place. “I hope you’re ready for a wild ride.” He whispered, voice husky and seductive as hell. When I looked up at him, our lips crashed together, tongues immediately tangling together.

  My hormones surged. Never before had I wanted something so badly? My body ached for his, a fire blazing between my legs. I grabbed him by the jacket, pulling him even closer, trying to make the moment last. His lips were so sweet against mine that I was starting to become an addict. The more I tasted, the more I craved.

  As we continued our rough, passionate kiss, his hand crept up the slit of my dress, fingertips dancing along my thigh. I shivered with desire, legs spreading in reaction.

  He smirked into the kiss, fingers finally finding the waistband of my thong. He hooked his pointer finger around the thin piece of fabric and tugged on it.

  I moaned, lifting my ass off the seat as the thong buried between my cheeks.

  “I’m going to have so much fun with you…” He murmured, finally breaking away. He lingered a moment longer to kiss my neck, sucking softly at the base, hitting my sweet spot until I turned into a puddle of lust.

  God, how was this man so damn sexy?

  Then, just when things were getting really good, he pulled away, a devilish look on his face.

  I groaned.

  His smirk deepened. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.

  With a calm expression on his face, he rounded the car, getting behind the wheel. When the engine rumbled to life, the soft vibrations only added to my growing excitement.

  Already, my pussy was soaking wet and getting wetter by the second.

  Glancing over at Everett, I noticed his bulge growing. Unable to help myself, I reached over and unzipped his pants.

  Everett continued to drive, grip adjusting on the wheel, eyes focused on the road.

  I grinned, reaching into his pants, pulling out his cock and taking it into my hand. He was so thick that I could barely wrap my fingers around his girth. “Someone’s excited…” I whispered, my thumb and forefinger already teasing his tip.

  His jaw tensed as he held back a moan of pleasure, hips moving ever so slightly to buck into my hand. I loved how receptive he was to my touch. It was obvious that he wanted me – that he needed me.

  Tonight was going to be one hell of a night.

  Thinking his tip had received enough torture, I moved onto his shaft, rubbing it up and down until he was standing at full attention.

  Then, I stopped.

  He looked at me, eyes dark and questioning.

  I giggled.

  “You’re going to pay for that one, missy.” He growled, stepping on the gas.

  At this point, we were both eager to get under the sheets because if we kept this up, we’d be fucking in the backseat of his car.

  Everett eased off the highway and in a few minutes, we were rolling up to his luxurious mansion. Of course, as his assistant, I had been here plenty of times before, usually bringing around expense reports and contracts he needed to look at before heading to the office. Each time, the grandeur of the place took me by awe, and now was no different.

  But, before I could admire it for very long, Everett pulled into his four-car garage. Instantly, he sprang from his seat and opened my door, hoisting me to my feet. A second later, I was bent over the hood, his hands groping at my large chest as his lips hungrily devoured mine.

  His other hand grabbed my thigh, hooking it around his waist.

  Fuck, this was so hot.

  I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling on it as my tongue slipped into his mouth.

  He traced
my bottom lip before pulling back.

  I didn’t let go.

  Without breaking the kiss, he picked me up, hands on my ass, and carried me inside. He climbed a set of spiral stairs, going higher and higher.

  I didn’t bother to pay too much attention since my mind was slowly turning to mush with the intensity of the kiss. A fire burned inside my soul. I felt like I would erupt at any moment and the night hadn’t even started yet.

  Soon, he pushed open a door, stepping into a luxurious bedroom. A plush carpet covered the floor while a four-poster bed dominated the space. Without hesitating, he threw me on that bed, pouncing on me a second later.

  His hands wrapped around my wrists, pinning them above my head.

  My heart skipped a beat when I realized that I was now in his control. He could do whatever he wanted with me. And, that’s exactly what I wanted him to do.

  He smirked. “God, you’re so beautiful…” He whispered, eyes drinking in the sight of my body. “But, you’d look even better with this dress on the ground.”

  Suddenly, the dress was torn off my body with a loud rip. It flew through the air, landing near his dresser.

  I blushed deeply, naked except for my bright-red thong.

  His smirk deepened as he settled himself between my legs, head bending down to take the thong between his teeth. With a flick of his head, it gave way. “Mmm…” He mused, leaving a trail of kisses along my thighs, teasing me.

  I groaned. “Everett… please…”

  “What’s the matter, baby?” He asked in mock innocence.

  “Please… don’t tease me like this. I want you.”

  “Oh? Do you now?” He chuckled. “You should be careful what you wish for. I just might be more than you bargained for.” Then, without another word, he dived into my folds, tongue lapping at the juices that had accumulated during the car ride.

  Pleasure coursed through my veins as I felt the grainy texture of his tongue swirling inside of me, twirling this way and that, driving me mad. My hips bucked into the air, begging for more, juices flowing out of me like a river. My fingers tightened around the sheets as my breathing became ragged. “Everett…” I moaned, unable to say anything else.

  He ignored my pleas, continuing his assault, tongue flicking in and out of me faster and faster.

  But, suddenly, he stopped.

  When I looked up, he had his cock in hand. “I’m going to make you feel so damn good…” He promised, grinning like a madman. Gently, he leaned forward, pressing the tip to my entrance.

  To my surprise, he was very sweet, taking things slow and focusing on my pleasure more than his. His hands caressed my body as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear.

  Soon enough, he was rocking my word, cock pushing in and out of me at a hard but steady pace. The bed groaned underneath us as he pushed himself a little harder, pinching my nipples between his fingers, twisting them until I cried out.

  My toes curled with ecstasy as I felt my climax building up inside of me like a tight knot about to snap. I bit my lip, trying to hold back but it was impossible.

  Everett was playing my body like a violin, and he knew exactly what he was doing.

  In perfect sync with his own orgasm, my world exploded in white-hot pleasure. As I came down from my high, I could feel his sticky cum coating my insides, his cock still twitching.

  He collapsed on top of me, arms wrapped around my torso, pulling me into his embrace. With his head nuzzled into my bosom, we both fell asleep.

  Chapter 12 (Everett)

  I woke up to find Tanya fast asleep in my arms. Her features were relaxed, making her look like an angel. Her cheeks still held a soft red hue to it, harkening to the wild night we had.

  Gently, I brushed my fingers against her cheek, pinning a strand of hair behind her ear. When she did not wake up, my fingers traveled down the side of her arm, watching the goosebumps form from the sensation.

  Finally, unable to help myself, I leaned forward and kissed her. Tanya had silky lips that were downright addicting. With my fingers laced through her hair, I kissed her a little harder.

  Doing so, her body started to stir underneath mine, legs shuffling, arms moving around my neck.

  It was only when I pulled away, that her eyes fluttered open. She took one look at me and smiled.

  The sight of her made my heart swell like never before. I wanted nothing more than to keep this woman by my side forever. She was much too precious to lose.

  “Morning, beautiful,” I mumbled, burying my face in her large chest. I loved how curvy she was. It made loving her so much better.

  “Mmm, morning…” She responded, voice still thick from sleep. Gently, she ran her fingers through my hair. “You seem to be in a good mood.”

  I looked up at her, kissing her lips once more. “What fool wouldn’t, waking up by your side?”

  She blushed, adding another level to her cuteness. I couldn’t quite get over how stunning she was. Why hadn’t I noticed it sooner? All these years, I had been fucking dumb broads when this gorgeous woman only worked for me. I should have made her the offer years ago.

  I was just about to roll on top of her when my phone started to ring. I groaned, determined to ignore it but whoever it was, rang again.

  “Maybe you should answer that,” Tanya suggested.

  I sighed. “Yeah, probably.” Hesitantly, I rolled out of bed, snatching my phone out of my discarded pants.

  As I stood stark naked in the middle of the room, cock semi-hard from my morning wood, I was keenly aware of Tanya’s hungry eyes locked on my body. She was practically licking her lips, eyes shining with lust.

  “Hello?”

  “Everett! There you are! Why didn’t you pick up the first time I called?”

  “Hmm, maybe because it’s Christmas Eve and I deserve to sleep in every once in a while?” My tone was sarcastic and a bit harsh to be using with my mother, but I really wanted to get back in bed with Tanya – to make her scream and shake. I didn’t have the patience to deal with my mother this morning.

  “You had better drop that tone when you come to dinner this evening.”

  Fuck. That’s right. I promised her I’d attend the Christmas Dinner this year.

  “Um, remind me of the time.”

  “Five. Don’t be late. I don’t want to hear any excuses. It’s Christmas and Christmas is a time of family.” She chided. “Also, I was thinking of inviting Nettie. She’s in the area, you know, it might do you some good to see her again.”

  My jaw clenched at her words, anger bubbling at her name alone.

  “Everett?”

  “No.” I finally answered.

  “Why not? I know that things didn’t quite work out between you two but have you considered giving it another go. Just look at your father and me. We’ve had our fair share of fights. Hell, I’ve even packed my bags more times than I can count and we’re still together. All relationships have their hiccups.”

  “Hiccups?” I spat. “I don’t care what you think; cheating is not a hiccup, it’s a fuck up. It’s a betrayal of my trust, that’s what it is. And, once you lose my trust you almost never get it back. So, I swear, if you invite that woman to dinner, I won’t be coming.”

  My mother sighed heavily through the line. I could almost see her rolling her eyes at me. For whatever reason, my parents had always been fond of Nettie. It probably had to do with her status as a rich man’s daughter. I didn’t care about that. All that mattered was having a partner that stayed faithful, and Nettie did not fit that bill.

  “So, are you going to come alone then? Should I have the table set for three?”

  “No. Four.”

  “Oh?” Her voice rose in pitch, clearly intrigued.

  “I have a date that will be coming with me. I hope that’s not a problem, mother.”

  “No. Of course not. I look forward to meeting her.”

  “Good. I’ll see you at five, then.”

  “Oh, and Everett?”

 
; “Yes?”

  “Do give Nettie a bit of consideration. You two would really –”

  Before she could finish, I hung up the call. The last thing I wanted to hear was my mother’s reasoning as to why I should get back together with my cheating ex-girlfriend. She just didn’t get it.

  Slowly, I placed the phone on the dresser and toward Tanya.

  “Everything okay?” She asked, sitting up, wrapping the sheet around her chest.