Don't Walk Away: A Second Chance Fake Fiance Romance

by Eva Luxe

  “I love you so much,” I tell him. “And you too, Dante.”

  “I love you too,” they both say at the same time.

  Exactly the wayI like it.

  Epilogue

  Dante

  It’s been a month, and despite my normal pessimistic attitude, everything has been going great for Marino, Jessica and me. Until today, when Marino decided that weather in the teens was a good time to take a road trip.

  “What the fuck are you dragging us out in the cold to go see?” I complain, as he pulls onto a narrow country lane. “There’s nothing out here this far from the city worth seeing.”

  “Oh yes there is,” he says, sounding very proud of himself.

  “What are we doing this for?” I groan.

  “Come on, it’s New Year’s Eve Day,” he insists. “I thought it was the perfect time to show you both how some of my plans have come to fruition. It’s a new year and a new start for us.”

  He pulls up to a newly paved driveway and a brand new house.

  “Come on,” he says, practically pulling Jessica out of the car.

  “What is this?” she asks, as I follow them up the walkway.

  Marino pulls a key out of the pocket of his wool coat.

  “Ta da,” he says, and opens the door.

  “I introduce to you, our new house.”

  “Our new what?” Jessica says, frozen in place.

  He picks her up and carries her over the threshold.

  “Sorry, Dante, but the honor of bringing our love to our new house belongs to me, since this was all my idea.”

  “Your idea was to buy us this big house?” I ask him.

  “Sure,” he says. “We have lots of money now, after the proceeds from the sale of The Fun House have come in. And we know that both of our places are too small for the three of us. Or maybe more.”

  “Jessica, you never renewed your birth control prescription, did you?” I ask her.

  “Nope,” she said, with a shy grin spreading across her face. “You told me not to.”

  “I have to admit, I’d love to put a baby in you,” Marino says, carrying her to the bedroom.

  “But so would I,” I say, ready to stake my claim.

  “That’s the beauty of it,” Jessica says. “Since we’re always all three together, and since you guys look so much alike despite not being actual brothers, we’ll never know which one is the biological fathers. You’ll both be the dad.”

  “And this house is definitely plenty big for the pitter patter of little feet,” I say.

  “Awww. Big bad Dante wants to be a daddy,” Jessica coos.

  “I never would have imagined that,” I confess. “But I see everything differently now. Marino, you taught me how to forgive, and that has made me a much happier person.”

  “I’ve even forgiven my parents,” Jessica says. “And they’re proud of me. I mean, they think I’m spearheading an investigation into the treatment of women at the strip club, which is some new campaign that Senator Santara wants to launch. And I’m not sure how exactly I’m going to introduce them to the two of you or what their reaction will be. But I figure one thing at a time. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

  “I’ve forgiven mine too,” I announce.

  “Really?” Marino asks, looking amazed.

  “Yes. My mother is in Federal prison on drug trafficking charges,” I tell them.

  “I had no idea,” Marino says.

  “I know, it’s something I didn’t even tell you.”

  I shrug.

  “I didn’t think it mattered. I was done with her. It’s just some trumped up charge that they’re holding her on but she won’t be getting out for a long time. But I went to see her last week. I thought I should tell you guys.”

  “Oh my god,” Jessica gasps. “How did it go?”

  I shrug again.

  “I don’t know what I expected. She wasn’t very remorseful. She just talked about how unfair the charges against her are, how unfairly she’s being treated in there, what a rotten life she’s had. She seems to think she was mother of the year and is still mad at the state for taking me away from her.”

  I shake my head.

  “I’m sorry,” Jessica says.

  “That really fucking sucks,” Marino agrees.

  “It’s okay. It made me realize what I sounded like. Going around expecting to be forgiven but not able to forgive. Everything about fucking me all the time. But not anymore.”

  I look at them and feel so fucking grateful.

  “You guys have taught me so much. I don’t know what I’d do without you. Thank you, Marino, for buying this house for us.”

  “You’re welcome,” he says. “I’ve invested in some other properties as well. Both commercial and residential. Maybe we’ll get accused of being slumlords, but that’s about all anyone could have on us. We’re on the straight and narrow now.”

  “Well, mostly,” Jessica says, taking off her clothes and doing that fucking sexy dance of hers. “I still know some filthy moves.”

  “Come here, you,” I say, grabbing her arms and pinning them behind her head. “There are a lot of dirty filthy things I want to do to you.”

  “Me first,” Marino says, jumping on top of her while I still have her pinned down. “I just know I’m going to be the one to impregnate you.”

  I laugh, but I have a feeling he’s probably right. And he deserves it. Because none of us— not to mention our future kid— would be here if he hadn’t pulled us all back together. And I can knock Jessica up the next time around. It’s only fitting that we produce a pair of brothers.

  Marino

  I’m on top of Jessica, riding her deep and slow while Dante plays with her nipples.

  As he takes them into his mouth, I speed up my rhythm, thrusting hard and fast inside her.

  “Oh my god,” she moans, moving her hips closer to me because Dante has her arms pinned back. “Marino, you make me feel so good.”

  “I’m going to put a baby in you,” I tell her, as she comes on my cock. “I’m going to shoot my cum into your naked pussy.”

  I can’t believe that just a few short months ago she walked into The Fun House and changed my life and Dante’s too.

  This is going to be another one of those moments I’ll never forget. The moment when I realized that I could have a fucking happily ever after. That the three of us could, together.

  I had conquered the obstacles and true love had won out. I had made my own decisions without Dante’s approval or guidance and it had all paid off. And I had been able to keep the people I love in my life.

  “Let me get in there,” Dante says. “Please. I need to be inside her too.”

  “All right,” I tell him. “It’s only fair that we share everything.”

  And I know I’ll be the one to get her pregnant. I’m going to be the best fucking dad. And the best fucking husband.

  Suddenly I think of something.

  “How are we going to get married?” I ask, and they both just look at me, annoyed that I interrupted the sex to ask such a practical question.

  “I’m sure there’s some loophole you can figure out,” Dante says, as he flips Jessica around so that both of us can fill up her pussy with our cocks and shoot our cum inside her. “Why do you always have to think so much? Just enjoy the ride. We’ll get married when the time is right. But right now the time is right for both of us to fuck Jessica, and one of us to knock her up.”

  “Is that a marriage proposal?” Jessica asks, turning around to flash us her sexy grin.

  “You behave,” I say, slapping her curvy ass. “We’ll propose when we figure out how we can both marry you.”

  “That’s like saying when hell freezes over,” she pouts.

  “Do you want us to fuck you or not?” I ask.

  “Of course,” she says, sticking out her perfect ass and pussy, showing me that they’re mine for the taking.

  But I wasn’t trying to change the subject.
I know we’ll get married, I just have to figure out how. Just like I said earlier, it’s a new year and a new start. We’ll celebrate tonight and then we’ll get started on some new year’s resolutions.

  I want to be a stable presence in Jessica’s life, and Dante’s life, and our kids’ lives, forever, just as Dante always was for me. But first I’m going to listen to my older brother, and enjoy this fucking threesome.

  Jessica

  The best part of my job is that I no longer have to investigate the guys I’m in love with. I’m free to fuck them to my heart’s content without consequence, now that their jobs don’t involve running a seedy strip joint that’s the target of local lawmakers and authorities. And I plan to do just that in 2017 and beyond.

  This new house that Marino bought us is really nice. He already furnished it with this big king bed. I grab onto its ornately decorated wooden headboard as Marino enters me. Then I feel Dante’s cock enter me beside his.

  I’m so glad Marino decided to forgive me. And that Dante followed his lead. I don’t know what I’d do without these two strong, handsome men in my life. And in my pussy.

  They’ve stretched me as far as I can go, both physically and emotionally. And it feels so fucking right, as they would say. I lean back and let them push themselves all the way inside me, until I’m filled to the brim with both of their cocks.

  “Oh my god, you two,” I say, bouncing my pussy back and forth on their cocks. “That feels so fucking good.”

  “I’m glad you’re still giving us lap dances of sorts even though it’s no longer part of your job description,” Dante says.

  “Let me get even further inside you,” Marino says, pulling my hair a bit as he thrusts himself even further in than I thought was possible. “I need to aim my cum really good so that we can make a baby.”

  I relax and feel their two cocks pumping in and out of my pussy.

  I can’t believe I’m going to make a baby with them. But that feels fucking right too. Because they’ve taught me to let go and be who I really am. To find love and happiness with two people because I deserve it.

  I rock back and forth on both of their cocks as they alternatively pump in and out of me, and then both of them do it at the same time. I can feel both of their cocks getting even harder and fuller. And I’m flooded with every kind of amazing physical and emotional feeling that exists.

  “I’m going to come,” I tell them, panting slightly and leaning all the way back into them. “I’m going to come on both of your cocks.”

  “That’s the way we like it,” Dante says, grabbing hold of my ass and thrusting even harder. “You’ll always be our VIP room slut, even though we’re going to make you our wife and the mother of our child.”

  “I’m coming,” Marino says, as I feel him shoot his cum into me.

  He groans as his cock pulses and then Dante’s soon follows.

  “I’m coming too,” Dante says. “This feels so fucking good.”

  “I love you,” I cry out, as another round of an orgasm hits me. “Marino. Dante. I love you so much.”

  “I love you too,” Dante says, and Marino collapses beside me on the bed, out of breath.

  “And so do I,” he says. “I love you.”

  Dante soon joins us on my other side and they wrap their arms around me.

  “You’re the best thing that ever happened to us,” Dante says. “Even though you were supposed to be the worst thing.”

  I lay snuggled in the cocoon they’ve jointly made around me, so glad I had to do the undercover assignment that was supposed to advance my career but instead made me the happiest woman in the world. Because I found the love of not just one but two amazing guys. And I’m never going to let either one of them go.

  THE END.

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  Yes, Boss: A Bad Boy Office Romance

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  Chapter 1 – Madilyn

  A shiver runs through me as I step out of the elevator and into the open foyer of the Law Firm of Marks, Sanchez & Reed. It’s not just because the air conditioning is on full blast to combat the dry August heat and overcompensate to the point where the air inside feels chilly. It’s also due to a mixture of excitement and fear that is coursing through my veins.

  And horniness. There’s definitely a little horniness mixed in there and coursing its way through other parts of me as well.

  “Welcome, Ms. St. Clair,” the receptionist says, standing up and coming over to greet me.

  He’s every bit of a proverbial tall, dark and handsome hotty but his perfect hair and impeccable fashion taste— he’s wearing a bespoke suit and tie that puts my carefully chosen skirt suit to shame— signal that he’s gay, damn it.

  “I’m Claude,” he says, with what I swear is a slight French accent, “and I’ll show you to your temporary office.”

  “Nice to meet you.”

  I shake his hand and begin to follow him. As we pass the receptionist desk I note a framed picture of another man kissing Claude on the cheek. I’m happy for him but sad for me that my suspicions are confirmed.

  It’s not like you could sleep with the receptionist at your brand new job, I think, chiding myself.

  I’m on a mission. I need to have sex.

  But not with anyone at work. I’m not that stupid.

  “Did you say temporary office?” I ask Claude, willing myself back to reality.

  “Yes,” he says, leading me down the spiral staircase. “It’s right this way.”

  “What happened to…”

  I trail off momentarily. I had wanted to say “my office,” but that sounds presumptuous.

  “…the permanent office?” I finish.

  When I’d interviewed here, one of the firm’s named partners, Cameron Sanchez, had showed me an office he said would be mine if I ended up getting the job. It was a large office with an impressive view of the Sandia Mountains and I’d been eagerly awaiting the chance to decorate it and make it my own.

  “You do have an office but that wing is in the process of expansion,” Claude says.

  “Expansion?”

  Am I getting an even bigger office?

  “Under construction,” he says, with an awkward shrug.

  It’s obvious that Claude is just as confused as I am. The poor guy was only assigned to give me the bad news and show me to my “temporary office” and here I am badgering him with questions.

  As we head down to the next floor it also becomes obvious that I’ve been temporarily housed with the paralegals in a cubicle area of a large shared space in the middle of the floor.

  “Here’s your temporary office,” Claude says, and hightails it back upstairs. “Sandy will help you get set up.”

  I wish I could call out after him that it’s not nice to pretend a cubicle is an office and then run away once the truth comes out. But he is so damn cute that I’ll let that one slide.

  A tall blonde woman with frizzy hair says, “Hi, I’m Sandy. Paralegal extraordinaire. Welcome to ‘Cubicle Hell,’ as it’s known around here.”

  “Ha.”

  I half- smile at her, not sure what to say to that that would sound appreciative of her humor yet not sound insulting to the firm. I finally remember to introduce myself.

  “Madilyn St. Clair,” I tell her, shaking her hand warmly, although she doesn’t return my effort very enthusiastically.

  “You’ll just work here until your wing is ready,” she says.

  “And how long will that be?” I ask her.

  She shrugs.

  “No tellin’.”

  W
e’re in the middle of an area bordering what looks to be a somewhat busy intersection for firm traffic. People pass us by and look at me with curiosity.

  One of the passersby is an overweight guy in a dumpy looking suit who sneers at me and says, “Good luck moving in before Christmas. And welcome to Marks, Sanchez & Reed, where the newest associates are obviously the least priority.”

  “Don’t pay Steven any mind,” Sandy says, rolling her eyes. “He’s a senior associate who’s not going to make partner. He’ll be out of your hair soon enough.”

  She walks away without saying goodbye or telling me what I’m supposed to do now. I sit down on the pathetic excuse of a computer chair and try not to look as dejected as I feel.

  Today is supposed to be my fresh start. My bright new beginning.

  I’ve dumped the ex, started a new job and vowed to live a more fulfilling and exciting life. Which includes having sex for the first time ever.

  I try to turn on the computer but it won’t start up no matter how many times I make the attempt. Out of embarrassment, I was trying to ignore the bustling people walking past me but now I realize that no one else even seems to know or care that I exist.

  The first day of my new job is supposed to be the scary and exciting part but as I sit and stare at the obviously defunct computer, it dawns on me that I had no reason to shiver when I first got here. Nothing noteworthy is happening today.

  I can’t believe that just a few minutes ago I arrived for my first day as an associate lawyer, bright- eyed, bushy- tailed, ready to learn and eager to please, only to find out that there’s no room for me.

  Sure, I’ve heard rumors about associate life. Every law student does. When you’re a clerk, still in law school but working for the firm over the summer, the partners wine and dine you, anxious for your commitment to work for them if you’re lucky enough to get a permanent offer.

  I’d spent my summer clerkship at a different firm— almost, but not quite as, reputable as Marks. The first law firm had made me an offer to be a permanent associate after graduation, but I worked my ass off during my third year of law school and I’d gotten my GPA up to Marks caliber.