Marrying his Brother: A Fake Fiance Romance

by Tia Siren

  “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered before filling her.

  I leaned down and kissed her, slowly plunging my tongue in and swirling it around her mouth. Her arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer against her chest. I felt completely consumed by the woman below me. I was buried inside her, our mouths were fused, and our chests were pressed together. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her heels digging into my ass, pulling me closer to her.

  I couldn’t shake the feeling of being one with the woman. It was a strange feeling to be entirely absorbed by a woman’s body. I let myself go with it, tumbling into ecstasy with her. I stopped moving my hips and simply enjoyed the feeling of her pussy clamped around my cock. It was too much. I could feel the first tiny contractions of her orgasm. Her nails were digging into my back. I pulled my face a few inches from hers and watched as she tumbled into the throes of another orgasm. I wasn’t even moving. I didn’t have to.

  “Oh fuck.” I groaned, knowing I couldn’t stop my own building orgasm. Watching her and feeling her body tightening around mine was too much.

  I groaned and jerked forward as the climax rolled over me in a delicious, spiraling wave. She held on to me for dear life as we rode the wave together, each of us making sounds of ecstasy. I collapsed beside her.

  “My God, you’re a dangerous woman,” I told her, meaning every word.

  She sighed and closed her eyes. I pulled her closer to me and let my satiated body drift to sleep with her next to me.

  Chapter Nine

  Amber

  I blinked several times, feeling the morning sun hitting my face. I opened my eyes. It was a good morning. I felt good. A slight hangover, but nothing a cup of coffee and a couple ibuprofen wouldn’t cure. I stretched my arms out and hit something hard and hot. I blinked in confusion and turned my head.

  “Oh shit,” I mumbled.

  That was why I felt so good. Harry was in bed next to me. I had thought it was a dream when I first started to wake up. The alcohol had certainly relaxed my inhibitions—that and any common sense I may have had. I had very willingly let the man convince me to go to bed with him. I had practically asked for it.

  My eyes roamed over his large, tanned chest. He clearly spent a lot of time in the sun. He probably had a yacht. In fact, now that I thought about it, he did have a yacht. I had seen pictures in various tabloids of him gallivanting around the world and hanging out in tropical areas with his woman of the week. I had gone home with the Martin playboy. I took in the sight of his flat abdomen and smiled. The man was built, in every way. Something caught my eye, and I looked a little farther south to see a tent forming under the sheet thrown across his legs.

  I looked up at his face. His eyes popped open, and a grin spread across his face.

  “Good morning,” he said in a husky voice.

  “No!” I shouted. “I can’t believe—oh, my God.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “I don’t look that bad.”

  I jumped out of bed, pulling the sheet with me and inadvertently leaving him naked. I shrieked when I looked down at his jutting cock, which sparked a flood of memories. Images of what we had done, or more like what he had done to my body, flashed through my mind.

  I glanced around, looking for my clothes. Things had come off in a bit of a frenzy last night. I dragged the sheet behind me as I collected my clothing before heading to the bathroom and dressing as fast as I could. I hated the walk of shame.

  I walked out, hoping to sneak out without him seeing me. I didn’t get so lucky. He was standing in the open kitchen.

  “Do you want some coffee?” Harry asked, wearing only his briefs. The man looked too good to be true. Looking that good should have been illegal.

  “No. I have to go. I’m late,” I said, not making eye contact.

  “You don’t have to rush out. I can call and let the boss know you’re running late, or maybe I can call in sick for you. We can climb back into bed and I can show you a few more of my moves,” he said smoothly.

  My eyes jerked up to his. “Don’t you dare,” I hissed. “You can never tell him about this.”

  He was smiling. He had been joking.

  “Why? You don’t want your boss to know you spent the night with me? Don’t want him to know you lowered your standards for the night? That you deigned to spread your legs for the second born?”

  I groaned. “Please, don’t. It was just one of those things. We hooked up. End of story.”

  He made a big show of sighing before nodding his head. “Your secret is safe with me. Seems like I am the keeper of a lot of your secrets. A lesser man would use that to his advantage.”

  The guy was extremely arrogant. He had reason to be if I was being truly honest. It didn’t make it any better.

  “This was a mistake,” I blurted out. “A big mistake.”

  “Why? We’re two consenting adults who had some fun together. How can that be a mistake?” he asked. “It wasn’t like we did anything illegal. Well, not completely illegal,” he said in a voice that threatened to make me wet.

  “It was a mistake because we were both drinking. That was stupid. We’re too old to do stupid stuff like that.”

  He laughed. “I think we’re the exact age to do that kind of thing.”

  “I work for your brother, and I loved him, or at least I thought I did. This is so wrong,” I said, gesturing between us. “It was stupid. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done this. It isn’t like me to act so-so-irresponsible.”

  Once again, he smirked. “We were responsible.”

  I rolled my eyes. “You know what I mean. I’m not one to pick up a guy at a bar and go home with him, despite my actions last night. So, uh, thanks, but I need to go.”

  I walked to the door of his luxurious bachelor pad and quickly stepped out. I remembered we were on the top floor of one of the tallest buildings in Dallas. The Martin family owned the building. I took the elevator down to the lobby, hoping no one would realize I was wearing what I’d had on the night before. When I walked out of the building, I was assailed by heat and brilliant sunshine. The bright sun had me squinting my eyes. I dug in my purse and pulled out my sunglasses.

  I quickly hailed a cab to take me home. I needed to shower and get my ass to work. I was never late, and I never called in sick. I couldn’t let William disrupt my life. I had to get a grip.

  At home, I turned up the hot water, wanting to wash away all traces of Harry. Washing my body only reminded me of the way he had touched me. The man had magical hands. I didn’t have time to reminisce. It took me less than thirty minutes to shower and dress.

  I had hoped to slide into work with my tardiness unnoticed. I didn’t get so lucky.

  “You’re late,” William said, meeting me in the hall.

  “Sorry,” I said. “I had an appointment this morning. I thought I told you about it,” I said in a smooth lie.

  I impressed and scared myself at the same with how easy the lie rolled across my lips. He instantly looked sorry, and I almost felt guilty.

  “Oh, you probably did. Things have been crazy. I must have forgotten. I’m sorry to have been upset.”

  I smiled and nodded. “It’s fine.”

  “How are you?” he asked in that familiar voice that was meant to disarm and charm the target.

  Now that I knew that voice was fake, it pissed me off.

  “Don’t,” I said.

  “What?”

  “Don’t ask me how I am. You don’t get to know. What you did was despicable. You aren’t the man you pretend to be.”

  “Don’t be like that. I do care. I want to know you are okay.”

  “I should probably get to work,” I said, wanting to get away from him.

  He reached out and touched my arm. “Amber.” He said my name, and it felt as if he were literally squeezing my heart. “Please, come in here for a minute,” he said, pulling me toward an empty conference room.

  “William, don’t,” I whispered. “I can’t. You hurt me, and I’m not
going to let you do it again.”

  “This isn’t what I meant to happen,” he said in a soft voice. “I would never intentionally hurt you.”

  “I know,” I finally manage to get out around the lump in my throat. “You didn’t mean it, but it happened, and I don’t want it to happen again.”

  “We can be friends, can’t we?”

  “Were we friends before?”

  “You know what I mean,” he replied.

  “I don’t know that I do know what you mean. I don’t think I know you at all. You’re engaged to be married to another woman. How long did you know you were going to marry her? Did you know before our time together last month?”

  He didn’t answer. His head dropped, and he stared at his feet.

  I nodded. His actions spoke louder than words. “I thought so.”

  “Amber, I know what I said the other night, but maybe, once things have settled down—”

  “Don’t. Please, don’t even finish that sentence.”

  He smiled. “Fine. I’ll back off, for now,” he said with a wink.

  I hated that he could still flirt with me as if nothing had changed. It was his flirting that had gotten me into trouble in the first place.

  “I’m going to work,” I said and walked away.

  I hated being near him.

  “Wait!” he shouted.

  I turned to look back at him. “What?”

  “We have a lunch.”

  “We?” I said, raising an eyebrow.

  “Yes, you and me. It’s a business lunch. It’s been on the calendar for weeks,” he reminded me.

  I rolled my eyes. “Of course. I forgot. Let me grab my laptop.”

  I rushed to my desk, dreading the coming lunch. When I had scheduled that lunch, I had volunteered to attend. I’d been happy to sit next to him and pull up various charts and files he would need. That was before I knew he was marrying another woman, before I knew he was using me to keep his bed warm until Tiffany stepped in.

  He was waiting for me by the elevator.

  “Ready?”

  “Yes. Let’s go.”

  The ride in the elevator was tense. I didn’t want to be alone with him in such a small space. It was weird and incredibly awkward.

  The second the doors slid open, I practically ran out. With long strides, I made my way outside. His limousine pulled up, and we climbed in. Once again, we were trapped in a small, intimate space. We had been in the back of his limo before. I quickly dismissed the memory. I had to keep my guard up. I wasn’t going to let myself fall for his tricks ever again.

  “We need to be able to work together,” William said in a cool voice.

  “I can work with you just fine.”

  “You’re acting differently.”

  I shrugged. “I suppose I am.”

  “Amber—”

  “William, we have to work together. I think its best if we keep things on a professional level. I’m being professional.”

  He nodded. “I understand. Things will be tense for a while, but it will get easier.”

  “Yes, it will,” I said with a fake smile.

  The car stopped, and the driver opened the door. We walked into the restaurant and took our seats. I managed to get through the lunch without choking on my food or him. He was still trying to flirt. Once lunch was over and my part of the meeting was finished, I excused myself and took a cab back to the office. I was not about to get stuck in that limo with him again.

  At the office, I tried to focus on my work. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get the images of Harry out of my head. I was seriously screwed up. I had slept with brothers within a month of each other when I thought I was in love with one.

  I had thought it would be a way to get back at William for hurting me. Instead, it had only complicated things. The only option I could see was avoiding Harry at all costs. It shouldn’t be too hard since he rarely showed up at the office. I would keep my cool with William, and this whole thing would blow over.

  Now, if I could only get myself to forget about the younger brother. I had traded one for the other.

  “Smart, Amber, really smart,” I muttered to myself, trying to focus on the spreadsheet in front of me.

  Chapter Ten

  Harry

  I couldn’t get Amber’s face out of my head. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. I remembered her words to my brother in the library. She had claimed to love him and then she slept with me a couple days later. I was a revenge fuck. I knew it. I didn’t care. I had been a revenge fuck for plenty of women to get back at their cheating boyfriends or husbands. Those were some of the easiest situations to deal with. They weren’t looking for anything more than a quick fling. Once they had the revenge out of their system, they went back to their men and I was off the hook.

  Amber was different. I liked her. She was funny, smart, and a great lay. I could get used to taking her home on a regular basis. An idea bloomed in my mind. Amber had been rejected by my brother. She was on the rebound and looking for a little revenge after getting cast aside.

  If she agreed to be my fake fiancée, I would secure my inheritance and piss my brother off. That was a very good thing. Now I had to convince her to go along with the plan. I would offer her money if I needed to. It didn’t take long for me to get excited about the idea. I wanted to talk to Amber right away, but it wasn’t like she had given me her phone number. Hell, I didn’t even know her last name.

  I checked my watch and decided to surprise her at work and ask her to lunch. That was the only way I knew how to find her. It would be the first step in what was the perfect plan.

  I showed up at the building and was greeted by those who recognized me as the prodigal son. I ran into William, who was waiting for the elevator.

  “What are you doing here?” he asked with surprise.

  It was too good to pass up. “I’m here to take Amber to lunch.”

  His face paled. “You’re what?”

  “Amber. I’m here to take her to lunch. She does get a lunch, doesn’t she?”

  He nodded. “Yes, of course. How do you know Amber?”

  I smiled and winked. “We met at your engagement party. We hit it off, and I’d like to take her to lunch.”

  “Oh, well, I can show you where her desk is.”

  “That’s okay. I know where it is. I’ve been here before,” I reminded him.

  “Really? I don’t remember,” he said sarcastically.

  I turned and walked away from my brother, knowing I had just given him another reason to dislike me.

  I saw Amber at her desk and walked toward her. “Hey,” I said, startling her.

  “Harry?” she asked, looking around.

  “I already saw William in the hall.”

  “Did you…?” she asked, not finishing her sentence.

  “No. I didn’t mention our—”

  Her eyes bugged out and she shook her head. I looked around the area and noticed there were eyes on us. I wouldn’t do that to her.

  “I’d like to take you to lunch,” I said with a smile.

  “You want to do what?”

  I smiled even bigger. “I want to take you to lunch. I have something I want to talk to you about, and it wasn’t like you gave me your number. This was the only way I knew how to find you.”

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she said in a hushed voice.

  “It’s lunch. I promise nothing will happen.”

  “Fine. Let’s go. I only get an hour, so it needs to be somewhere close.”

  I grinned. “Works for me.”

  We walked down the block and into a Mexican restaurant.

  “I don’t want to talk about the other night,” she blurted out before I got a chance to propose my plan.

  “Why not? You are acting weird about the whole thing.”

  “I was drunk. Your brother had broken my heart and I thought I could soothe the pain by getting drunk. It was a stupid mistake and I regret it.”

&
nbsp; “I don’t understand why you are so hung up on him. Why do you care if he finds out about us?”

  She scrunched her face, not wanting to tell me.

  I shook my head. “Don’t even tell me you’re still pining for him?”

  She looked at me, and I already knew what she was going to say. “I don’t know. I mean, it is all so sudden. One minute he was with me, and the next he’s proposing marriage to another woman. They weren’t even dating!”

  “Amber, that’s how these things work with people like us,” I explained as gently as I could. “It isn’t a love match. It’s a power match. This happens all the time.”

  “No way. I mean, I can’t believe he is willing to throw away his shot at true love and happiness because he wants more wealth. How can he possibly have more wealth?”

  I sighed. “I don’t know. I don’t really get it, and I certainly don’t buy into their idea of happiness.”

  She smiled. “I can see that. You’re not like your brother.”

  “I think I proved that the other night. If you need me to demonstrate the many ways we are different, I would be happy to show you again.”

  Her cheeks pinkened a little. “No. That cannot happen again.”

  “Amber, William is going to marry Tiffany. I’m not trying to be mean, but you have to let him go.”

  “It’s all so sudden. There’s a chance he’ll break it off when he realizes how big of a mistake it would be to marry a woman he doesn’t love,” she insisted.

  “You know my brother. Once he sets his mind to something, he makes it happen. It isn’t only him making this decision. My parents are practically forcing him to do this,” I said, not wanting to defend him but needing her to understand it wasn’t only William’s choice to break off the marriage.

  She ground her teeth together before speaking. “How come you are so different? Why aren’t you being forced to marry someone rich?”

  I looked at her, staring straight into her beautiful green eyes, and smiled. “Because I don’t count. They only need one son to marry well and one son to inherit. William is their choice.”

  Her expression softened. “I’m sorry. That is so awful. I can’t imagine. I’m my parents only child. I guess if I was a failure they didn’t have any options.” She chuckled.