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

by Eva Luxe

“Seriously, though, Madilyn, you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he insists.

  “Awwww.”

  I’m used to him being sweet now— as well as dominant, possessive and sometimes a bit controlling, which is fine, because sometimes I’m a bit controlling too— but it’s still touching.

  Suddenly he’s kneeling down on the floor, looking up at me with that mischievous grin that I love.

  “Did you get us a room and drop the key card?” I guess.

  There’s no need to get a room, because I spend almost all my time at his house now, and we’ve been talking about moving into together. It will be nice to get away from the house I shared with Jimmy, and all my memories of that loveless, sexless relationship.

  But I figure maybe Asher got us a room just to be romantic, and maybe to be able to stay here and have another drink or two without having to worry about driving. Maybe he’s doing the “Oops, I dropped a keycard” game as a throwback to our first date. I assume he’ll look up my dress at my panties and feel me up while he’s down there under the table. And then we can continue the rest of the night just like last time.

  I’m excited if that’s true. It would be fun for him to tie me up in the same hotel bed again. But then again, it’s always fun to be with him, no matter where we are.

  “No,” he answers me. “I didn’t drop the key card. But I do have this.”

  I look down and see him holding up a large diamond ring.

  “Oh my God.”

  “Madilyn St. Clair, will you marry me?”

  “Yes!” I exclaim, and everyone in the restaurant looks at us. Only now I don’t care. Now I’m glad that everyone can see me happy and in love… and being proposed to!

  “I mean, yes, Boss! I will!”

  “She said yes,” Asher announces, picking me up in his strong arms and twirling me around.

  “Very good,” says our waiter, and I realize that Asher was announcing it to him and not to just the restaurant in general. He’s the same waiter from last time. “I will bring the Chianti and the tiramisu. You can have dessert first, to celebrate the engagement.”

  “This is amazing,” I tell Asher, as I bury my face in his neck and try not to cry. I’m filled with happiness to the point that it flows over in tears.

  “I told you you’d changed my life for the better,” Asher says. “And I intend to prove it to you, every single day of my life.”

  Sleeping with my boss could have turned out to be a very bad decision. But luckily it has become the best one I’ve ever made. I can’t wait to come to work every day as Mrs. Asher Marks, attorney at law, co- counsel on the most successful cases in the country, and wife and “pet” of the founding partner.

  Asher

  It’s late when Madilyn and I finish dinner, but there’s still something I want to do.

  “We need to go back to the office,” I tell her.

  “But why?” she says, slightly tipsy from too much wine. “You have a perfectly nice king size bed at home…”

  “Because I want to finish the night where we started off our life together,” I tell her.

  Once we get to the Fifteenth Floor, I slide my pass card and take her into my office.

  “Now take off your clothes,” I tell her.

  “Yes, Boss.”

  She shimmies out of her little black dress and stands in her fishnet stocking and fancy lingerie I bought her. I start snapping pictures.

  “I once made the decision to make you my only pet for the rest of eternity,” I tell her. “And so I need some pictures of you for my iPad.”

  “Yes, Boss.”

  And then she says, “Why? Do you need to look at them the next time you run away to the end of the world without me?”

  “Oh no,” I tell her. “I’m not going anywhere without you. All of those mountain climbing lessons I’ve been giving you are going to come in handy when we go on a trip.”

  “I can’t wait,” she says.

  I snap a picture of her happy grin.

  “This is a great Valentine’s Day present,” I tell her.

  “Oh yeah.” She laughs. “Happy V Day. Thanks for the ring.”

  She holds it up and it flashes and sparkles as I take pictures of it.

  “I would have given you a V Day card but you already took my V Card.”

  “I sure did.”

  We both laugh.

  She strips down until she’s totally naked, wearing only the engagement ring I had just given her. I snap photos of her until I can’t bear it any more. I need to touch her body. To feel her skin against mine.

  I get closer to her and she unbuttons my Oxford shirt.

  “I remember the day that I met you, this was all I wanted to do,” she says.

  “And I thought you were so sweet and innocent at first.”

  She laughs as she unbuttons my pants.

  “Boy, did I have you fooled. I had a lot of pent up sexual energy, just needing to find the right direction. Which was towards you.”

  “I know,” I tell her. “You didn’t really have me fooled. I saw the way you looked at me. You couldn’t help but blush. You wanted me from the start.”

  She nods, as if she can’t bear to speak right now, as if it might ruin the moment. But she’s still looking at me in that shy but eager way that she looked at me during associate orientation.

  I push her up against my desk and bend her over, ready to take her again in the same way that I first took her virginity.

  “Are you my little pet forever?” I ask her.

  “Yes, Boss.”

  “I’ve been thinking.”

  “Yes?”

  “Maybe we need to make a little Asher Marks Junior.”

  She turns around and smiles at me.

  My heart pounds for a minute, a little scared. I suppose I should have asked her if she wants children before I proposed to her. I have decided I do want them, with her. But even if she doesn’t, I still want her, I’ll just be a bit disappointed.

  “What about a little Madilyn Marks Junior?” She asks, and I catch my breath again.

  “Fine with me,” I tell her. “I’ll bet she’ll have your beautiful smile.”

  “I hope she doesn’t inherit my cankles,” she says. “I hear that’s genetic.”

  “You heard all of that from a very unreliable source,” I assure her. “You don’t even have cankles.”

  I kiss her neck, her back and I trace my fingers down her side until I feel her skin rising up with tiny goosebumps against my chest and arms.

  “You have beautiful ankles that match the rest of your beautiful body,” I tell her.

  I bend her over the desk and hold her hands behind her back.

  “I love your ankles. And I love all of you.”

  “I love you too, Boss,” she says.

  I push my cock into her wet pussy, not bothering to worry about a condom this time. Her naked pussy feels so welcoming, so pure and like it’s exactly where I belong.

  “I can’t believe it’s taken me so long to fuck you without a condom,” I tell her.

  “It sure feels good,” she moans.

  I realize she’s already about to come, so I massage her nipples while I thrust my cock in and out of her pussy slowly yet purposefully.

  Mmmmm.

  She leans more into me as my cock swells up even bigger.

  Being inside her is the best feeling in the world. And I’m so glad it never has to end now. I can truly take her any time I want, anywhere I want. She’s not only going to be my Pet but my wife.

  I hear her moans as she comes and I tell her, “I’m going to come in your pussy, okay?”

  “Yes, Boss.”

  We come together, my cock pulsing and shooting its cum into her pussy, joining her wetness and making us truly one. And perhaps a family of three. If not now, then hopefully soon.

  “I love you,” she says, hanging her head and panting from the force of our combined orgasm. “You’re the best boss ever.”


  “I love you too. You’re the best fiancé ever.”

  And I used to think I got everything I fucking wanted. Now I’m just glad that I realized what I was truly missing. Madilyn was the one women I was always looking for the entire time.

  Extended Epilogue

  ONE YEAR LATER

  Asher

  It’s Valentine’s Day and it’s also Madilyn’s and my wedding day. Ever since Madilyn first walked into my law firm, I had wanted to fuck her for her very first time. But I didn't know I'd want to marry her.

  I never thought I’d get married again to anyone after what my ex-wife put me through. But ever since meeting Madilyn I’ve done a lot of things I never thought I would do. And so has she.

  Before she met me, she never thought she’d let her boss bend her over his desk or tie her up to his office chair and fuck her pussy and her ass. She hadn’t even had sex when I’d first met her. But within no time— and certainly by now— I’d explored and defiled every inch of her body.

  At the same time, I wasn’t used to opening up to someone and learning how to heal and grow. Madilyn is the only woman who had ever inspired me to do that. She’d given me her virginity and I had given her my heart. I think it turned out to be a pretty good deal for both of us.

  So now I’m standing at the altar waiting for my bride. Four hundred and eighty-nine of our closest friends and family members— or colleagues, or acquaintances who wanted a free open bar reception— are gathered here today to witness our union.

  And Ron Sanchez is standing beside me as my best man.

  “You really picked a winner this time, Asher,” he’s told me on multiple occasions since that crazy day he found out about Madilyn’s and my “illicit” relationship through HR. That day we thought that our secret and super hot love making sessions had finally ended up getting us both canned. “I can tell she’s good for you. She makes you happy.”

  My response is always “I’m glad you finally approve, Ron.”

  At first it was rather annoying that he always seemed to think I valued his opinion so strongly but I guess he’s right that I do. He’s always been my right-hand man ever since I started that marble-trading ring way back when.

  And now as I see him wink at his wedding date in the second row— his secretary who is a lot younger than he is and who Ron always gushes to me as being “the hottest little number” he’s ever seen— I know that he approves of my choice so much he decided to copy off me.

  And he’s right that I’m happier now too.

  My ex-wife hasn’t tried to call me since the fiasco with Janice and Mandy, but even if she had, I wouldn’t pick up the phone and I wouldn’t fucking let her bother me anymore. I don’t know why I ever did. I guess some things were too hard to get over before I had the love of Madilyn, my own “hottest little number” I’ve ever seen.

  Speaking of Madilyn, I don’t know where she is. The guitar player looks confused but then begins playing the same song over again after the wedding officiant walks over and whispers something in his ear. The guests look around, beginning to realize that something is amiss.

  Our female wedding guests wrap their sweaters around themselves and huddle into their wedding dates' arms as a gust of cold air blows in. Even though it’s February we decided to have an outdoor wedding at the park across the street from the cemetery where Madilyn’s dad is buried. She said that way he could see her get married to the love of her life.

  But now she isn’t here. I shift back and forth, growing anxious. I know Madilyn wouldn’t flake out on me, on what is supposed to be the best day of our lives. Would she?

  This past year has been amazing. We’ve worked on several big cases together and we’ve moved in together. She’s sold the smaller house she had lived in with Jimmy and I sold the condo I had always jokingly referred to as my Bachelor Pad and we bought a nice house in the Northeast Heights.

  Our new house has plenty of bedrooms in case we manage to successfully have a child. But the prospects on that are beginning to look slim. After a year of trying, nothing has happened and so it’s back to the fucking fertility doctors for me even though so far they have no further answers than I was able to get out of them the last time around.

  Maybe my ex-wife was right and I’m incapable of getting a woman pregnant. Maybe Madilyn isn’t here because she doesn’t want to tie herself to a husband who can't give her a child. Even though I was the one who primarily wanted to try to have the child in the first place.

  Suddenly, the officiant says "All Rise" and audible sighs of relief ripple throughout the rows of guests. I'm sighing inwardly with relief as well.

  The music changes and the classical harpist we hired begins to play and then I get my first glimpse of Madilyn in her wedding dress. I knew she wouldn't let me down by not showing up on our wedding day and maybe she was being fashionably late just to heighten my surprise at seeing her. If so, it worked.

  She's absolutely stunning, wearing an ivory dress with an old-fashioned half-veil. Her hair is half up— which I love because it reminds me of her professional office look— and half spiraling down in soft ringlets, which I love because it reminds me of how I take it in my fingers and pull it when it's hanging loose and free while we fuck.

  Her dress is mermaid-style and hugs her body in all the right places— just like I do. It caresses her tiny waist and then flares out, snugly accentuating her curvy hips.

  I wish I could turn her around and see her perfect ass and hold onto those fine hips while I fuck her. But that can wait until later, I tell my throbbing cock that's starting to rise up at the sight of her, just like all of our wedding guests. First, we have some “I do’ing” to do.

  Madilyn is walking down the aisle alone. Her mother is here and they've done their best to make up in time for the wedding but it's not the kind of situation in which her mom would be walking her down the aisle.

  After she walks up to me I take her in her arms and tell her, "Your dad is very proud of you on your wedding day."

  "I'm sure he'd love that I'm marrying a guy who is almost his age," she whispers, with a wink.

  My mouth flies open as I try to think of a saucy retort. But then the officiant says, "Now, now, you two. We are gathered here together today to watch you get married, not bicker."

  All of the wedding guests laugh and I shake my head at Madilyn. She's gotten the last fucking word in, as always.

  But later tonight, on our wedding night, I'll show her that I'm still the boss.

  Madilyn

  It's late when Asher and I sneak into the office. After our ceremony was over we took wedding pictures, which included a photo shoot beside my dad's grave. Some might say that's morbid but I think it was special. Then we had our reception and stayed late into the night, dancing and celebrating with our friends.

  All of my friends from high school, college and law school are here. Plus, there’s a new secretary named Ruby here who is really cool and is apparently following in my footsteps by dating her boss, Cameron Sanchez.

  Suddenly, drunk and exhilarated, my new husband had a great idea.

  "Let's take the limo to the office and consecrate our marriage the same way we started out our relationship," he'd said, spinning me around on the dance floor and then kissing me.

  I had to run off to do the Boot Scootin' Boogie with my bridesmaids— our band sure had terrible timing— but when I got back I said, "Let's do it."

  After one last slow dance, our guests lined up outside the reception hall and lit sparklers lining our path as we held our hands up high together and made our way to the limo.

  "Ladies and Gentlemen," announced the DJ, "This concludes the festivities for the evening. Mr. and Mrs. Asher Marks, thank you for coming."

  Mrs. Asher Marks.

  The name has resounded in my mind this entire limo ride. It feels so new and so right. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

  Our wedding day was perfect. But nothing could be better than looking forward to a life
time of love and happiness— and filthy dirty sex— with my boss-turned-husband.

  Asher and Madilyn, I think, like a schoolgirl. Madilyn and Asher. Forever and ever.

  I’m so glad I’m in a relationship—and now a marriage— that actually involves sex. And not just any sex, but hot, amazing, mind-blowing sex at that. It may have taken me meeting Asher and falling in love with him to be able to break up with Jimmy for good, but I’m so glad I did.

  When we get to the building we tell the limo to wait so that he can take us to our honeymoon suite at the hotel we'd booked to stay at tonight before we leave for our honeymoon tomorrow. Then we head straight to Asher's office and he rips off my wedding dress with passionate and drunken fervor, not caring that it cost a small fortune and that I had planned to save it in case we have a daughter.

  I suppose that if we do, then for better or worse she'll know that her parents loved each other and that there was no lack of passion on our wedding night. Nor, I am guessing, on any other night of our entire lives since we had first met. I still can’t believe that that Mystery Man I met on my very first day at work turned into my mentor and now my husband.

  "You look so handsome in this tuxedo that I don't know if I want you out of it," I tell Asher, as I nevertheless help him take it off.

  As soon as I see his broad chest, toned muscles and sexy tattoo I change my mind. I definitely want him out of it.

  My hand travels down to his chiseled abs and sculpted pelvic bones. Then they linger on his large cock, which throbs as it gets even harder in my hand.

  "I want you so bad," he says. "Wife."

  "I want you too, Boss…"

  I trail off.

  "Sorry. I'm so used to Boss. Husband."

  "Same difference," he says, and picks me up.

  I wrap my legs around him and he squeezes my ass as he kisses me.

  I would have thought I would be offended to have my new husband telling me he's my boss. But I love letting go and submitting to Asher. I love how domineering and even how demanding he is.

  He carries me over to the wall. He slams me up against it and pushes himself into me.