The Billionaire's Fake Fiancée

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by Simone Rivers


  Riker just makes sure I’m happy, and I’m as happy as I can be. I feel like a princess as I’m being treated with all these extravagant things. Riker has bought me so much, and it just feels great. Amazing, even. I never thought a life of luxury would be for me, but my focus has always been my job. Though, it’s always nice to take a step back and live a little. I want to be treated like a princess, I want to be pampered by Riker. Everything right now is just amazing, and I want to live in the moment.

  After shopping, we return to Riker’s apartment. We sit together on the couch as we try to decide what to do for dinner. Riker’s arm is draped around my shoulder as I lean into him. While he thinks, I look into my phone as I search for a place to eat. I can’t find anything in particular, so Riker says,

  “Since we were out all day, why don’t we order in?”

  “Sure,” I agree. That’s probably for the best, my legs are killing me from all the walking anyways.

  “Why don’t you bring Nia here?” Riker suggests. “I’m sure she would love to eat with us.”

  I pause as I consider, but since I haven’t seen her in a while, I give in.

  “Alright.”

  26

  Riker

  I can’t remember ever really wanting a family meal like this, but I feel like I’m on cloud nine.

  Having Nia and Jane here with me feels incredible. We aren’t even doing anything that special. We’re just sharing a meal together. Something about this feels so right in a way I can’t describe. Jane passes the napkins to Nia. I pick up a fork. Nia laughs at one of my jokes. All of these simple things somehow make up this scene that I hope never ends.

  While Nia is distracted with her food, I smile at Jane and she smiles back. The simple action awakens something with me. I realize that I can be a better man. I can leave my days of partying and courtrooms behind me. I could really do this. The thought is terrifying, but I’m intrigued by it all the same.

  Nia is an open book. She tells me all about her school and friends. I listen with rapt attention. I don’t think I’ve ever listened more in my life than I have in the past few weeks. If it were any other kid, I would smile and nod, but I’d ultimately brush them off. But Nia is different. She’s special, just like her mom.

  Jane. I’ve never met a woman like her. She’s smart and funny and tough, but she also has such a big heart. And she’s a good mom. She’s almost too good to be true. I can’t keep this dopey grin off my face when I’m with her. I don’t know what a woman like her is doing with a guy like me. Actually, I do. I tricked her into a fake engagement. I reel in a bit at the thought. But this moment isn’t fake. It’s real.

  Before I know it, the babysitter is here to pick up Nia. Jane and Nia share a tender moment. I can feel the love radiating off them as they hug one another. I try to remember if I had this sort of relationship with either of my parents when I was that age. I wonder if Nia will forget. With a mom like Jane, I doubt she will.

  They share a heartfelt goodbye and Nia walks out the door with the babysitter. Jane holds it together, but as soon as Nia leaves, I see the façade start to crack.

  “It’s okay,” I say, pulling her into a hug. “You’ll see her again before you know it.”

  “I know,” she says, returning the hug. “I just… It never gets easier, you know?”

  “Well, I don’t know,” I say, chuckling. “But I can tell.”

  I feel a twinge in my heart thinking about Nia being gone as well. That kid has me wrapped around her finger already. I should bring her along to the boardroom sometime. No one would be able to say no to that face.

  I kiss the top of Jane’s head. I want to protect her from every bad feeling even though I know I can’t. I almost wonder what’s wrong with me, but, for once, I think something is right. Everything from the courtroom on feels like a new me. I didn’t know one person could have that much influence over someone. She teaches me something new every day I've been with her. No one has ever done that for me before.

  She’s the first to break the hug.

  “I need a bath,” she says. “It’s been a long day, and I need to relax.”

  “I hope it’s been a good day, though.”

  “It has,” she assures me. “One of the best days. Right up there with graduating law school and Nia’s birth.”

  “Then I’ll have to keep this up. I won’t rest until every day is a new best day.”

  “Riker,” she laughs. “That’s not possible. Nothing can be good all the time.”

  “That’s what you think,” I say. I mean that as a promise to her, though I’m sure she thinks I’m joking around.

  She laughs again. It’s musical. I could listen to her laugh forever. She turns away from me and starts heading towards the bathroom. I follow her swaying hips like a puppy dog.

  “So, this bath can be kind of complicated,” I tell her.

  “Can it now?” She doesn’t believe me, but she’s smiling.

  “Yeah. It often needs two people to run it.”

  “Well,” she starts. “Lucky there’s two of us then.” She turns around and winks at me. What should be so cheesy is so incredibly disarming.

  We reach the bathroom. Her feet practically dance over the tile floor over to the tub. She sits on the edge. She looks so alluring. I want to take her right there, but I know I have to play it cool. She looks up at me from beneath her eyelashes, making it harder to keep it together.

  “So, what’s so complicated about this tub?” she asks.

  “Well, you see,” I start, ready to bullshit, “it’s all very complicated. It’s a new technology to make everything the perfect temperature.”

  “My, what an invention.”

  “Yeah. Most important one of the 21st century. Unfortunately, I can’t tell you how it works.”

  “No?” She asks. “Why not?”

  “Well, it’s patented. Very secret. We wouldn’t want you running off with that sort of information.”

  “Riker,” she laughs.

  I shield the nozzles with my body as I turn the water on. Nothing about it is really special. But I need an excuse to do this with her whenever I can.

  “Sorry, Jane. I guess whenever you want to take a bath, I’ll just have to help you.”

  “Oh, of course,” she responds, playfully rolling her eyes.

  “If you need help with anything else,” I say, eyeing her up and down, “I’d be happy to oblige.”

  She laughs again and stands up. She starts to slowly strip for me.

  “I think I have this part taken care of,” she says.

  I watch her take her clothes off, piece by piece. Soon, she’s left wearing nothing. Then, she ties up her hair, exposing the dark skin of her neck. She gives me a little twirl and another laugh. It’s meant to be funny, but it’s incredibly sexy at the same time.

  Taking my cue, I start to undress, though not as gracefully as she. When we’re both naked, I offer my hand to her. She takes it and steps into the tub. I get behind her, and we sit down in the water.

  I know my cock is pressing hard against her. She wiggles slowly against it, her dark skin a beautiful contrast to my tanned torso, teasing me. I can’t get enough of it. My hands slide over in the water. She’s so beautiful. Every curve is in just the right place. My hands slide between her dark thighs, and I start to tease her back. Her back arches, and she presses her head into me.

  She turns to face me. Some water splashes out of the tub with the sudden movement, but neither of us care. We need each other now. She mounts me and starts to ride my cock. The warmth of the water and the smoothness of her dark skin make incredible sensations against me. I can’t get deep enough in her. I grab her hips as she takes my full length, and I still want more.

  We both kiss and paw at whatever we can. I’ve had sex in the shower or bath before, but never like this. The water doesn’t get in the way. It adds to our love-making. More sloshes over the sides. I feel the orgasm building inside of me. I start to cum, and it feels li
ke a dam has broken in my dick. I thrust into her, bouncing her up as she’s on top of me. She leans forward and gives me a kiss. I hug her back and slip out of her. My hands run up and down her sides. She hasn’t finished yet. She’s not getting away from me that easily.

  27

  Jane

  He slams into me as he finishes. I lean down to give him a kiss. I can never get enough of him. With each finish comes a little disappointment that it’s over. I suppose they do say it’s the journey and not the destination.

  He pulls me close to him. I lean into his chest. I feel him panting with the exertion of what we just did. He slips out of me, and I feel his hands start to wander. I look up at him. He’s grinning at me. Not every lover will remember you haven’t finished in the post-orgasm haze. But Riker, as always, is different.

  Well, so much for this bath getting us clean.

  I flip around again and lean my back against him. That’s all the permission he needs. His hands are everywhere. They’re feeling, rubbing, and squeezing every part of me. Each movement is like an itch getting scratched. I feel a longing for him to fill me again. My hips grind through the water, searching for him again. His fingers fill the space where his manhood was moments ago.

  I ride his fingers as they explore the inside of me. He knows from our previous romps which spots are the ones to hit, and he focuses in on them immediately. I feel almost lightheaded from the heat of the water and the pleasure radiating from my groin. I wiggle and slide against him. I feel him start to get hard again. His recovery is approaching quickly, I note to myself.

  The pressure keeps building inside of me. I need him. I twist my head behind me to kiss him. The movement is awkward, but it’s all I can do right now. He starts kissing down my neck, and I look forward again. His hands continue to slide over me, and I’m getting closer and closer to the edge. Before I know it, I’m free falling. The weightlessness I feel, and the water and the orgasm disorients me for a moment. I squeeze my eyes shut as the waves start to recede. I pant, coming back down to earth.

  Riker hugs me tightly to him. “I want to take you in every room,” he growls in my ear. He presses his hardness into me.

  I nod in agreement. I don’t know how we’re going to top that, but Riker has surprised me before. Despite only just finishing, I want him again. I want to lay claim to every room in this apartment as ours. I want to mark it with our love-making. If I’m Riker’s, even just for pretend, I want to make this place mine as well. In fact, I want to make it ours.

  Riker stands up in the tub and lays a towel down on the floor. I didn’t notice how much water was sloshing out of the tub. I worry for a moment about the neighbors downstairs, but my thoughts are quickly taken from such practicalities. Riker gets out and scoops me up in the tub. I wrap my arms around his neck and wonder where he’s going to take me first.

  My questions are quickly answered as he takes me to the kitchen. I barely have time to really get a look at it before he sets me down on the floor and starts kissing me again. Clever, Riker. I would have assumed that the bedroom would have been the first stop. But I suppose he’s never been one for tradition. As he kisses me and starts to get me worked up again, I realize something. He’s gorgeous and has so much to offer, of course, but this is becoming so much more than that. As I look at him, I’m not just filled with lust. There are other things mixed in. Affection. Comfort. And there are even some feelings I dare not say.

  I start to return the favor and feel every part of him as well. My hands go over his chest, down his ribs, to his hips and thighs. He’s smooth muscle under soft skin. I can feel that he’s still wet from the bath. Goosebumps start to rise on my skin as the warm water is replaced with cool air.

  I kiss a trail from his mouth down to his chest. He slides into me and begins to thrust again. There’s less urgency this time. He isn’t as desperate to finish. Our wet skin means we’re sliding a bit with each thrust, and we both laugh as we readjust. I hold him close to me and take the time to feel every bit of what’s happening around me.

  It isn’t long before he pulls out and scoops me up again. This time, we head for the living room. He sets me down on the couch, and we pick up right where we left off. This time, I straddle him in his seat. I match the pace he set before. Passionate, but not frantic. His arms snake around me. I take in every bit of him. The color of his eyes. The way his brow furrows as he moans. Every part of him is perfect.

  I feel the orgasm build up inside of me. I don’t want to let go just yet. I want to hold on and stay in this feeling. I slow my pace. Trying to cool down. He starts to squirm underneath me, trying to cool off too. I take the opportunity to pull him into a deep kiss. I get up and guide him back to the bedroom, where we’re both most familiar.

  He smiles when he sees where I’m leading him. We enter the room, and he crawls into bed with me. He gets on top of me and kisses me deeply. He lines himself up with my center and gently pushes in. The feeling inside of me starts to build again almost immediately. There’s something about him and having him in this room that drives me wild. He pushes in and pulls away before thrusting in again. Something about this motion drives me to the edge. And it feels so different from all of the lovers I’ve had before.

  I kiss and bite his shoulders as he drives himself into me. He seems to like the roughness I’m giving him, and he responds in kind. His movements move from gentle passion to a passion with increased fervor. I gasp and moan as the friction inside of me builds.

  I finish all around him with a gasp that quickly turns into uncontrolled moaning. I feel my muscles contract around him. He holds fast for me, but I feel him losing control as well. Not long after, he finishes into me again. He holds me tightly as he goes over the edge.

  I can tell it’s all he can do to keep himself from collapsing on top of me. He gives me a kiss and rolls over to his side, breathing heavily. I cuddle into him. I close my eyes and bask in how good everything feels. My body is still relaxed from the orgasms, and my heart is full as well. I nuzzle my head into his chest. He chuckles and rubs my back. I wonder to myself if this is the same Riker I met not too long ago. I had dreaded the engagement before, but now I find myself hoping it will never end.

  28

  Riker

  I fall into a sleep so deep, I don’t even dream. I feel spent, like she’s taken the vitality out of me. Literally, fucked to a standstill. It’s amazing. I’ve never had a woman inspire this much intensity in me, or keep up with me, for that matter.

  I come up out of the darkness slowly, clumsily. I feel the sheets on my skin, and my body wakes up before I can open my eyes.

  It’s almost like waking up after a bender, except my head doesn’t hurt and I know exactly where I am. When my eyes blink open, they focus on the light in the room, just a dull splash across the walls from the lights outside. I can see almost as well as if the lights are on, so long as my eyes stay adjusted to the night.

  I sit up very slowly and carefully, watching Jane.

  She’s sleeping on her front, arms curled in close to her. Her beautiful big eyes are closed tight, the long lashes leaving shadows on her cheeks. Her sweet, full lips press against each other in a dream, and her fingers curl as her mind wrestles through some far off, dreamscape problem.

  She’s so beautiful. I never thought I’d meet a woman that I could keep looking at and not get bored. Sometimes at a party or club, I’d think about how they started to look the same to me. But Jane has a quality about her, something that charges the air with electricity.

  Her body is gorgeous, her face is an ancient figure printed on a gold coin. She makes me want to devour her with my eyes—and lips and tongue—every chance I get.

  The feeling I get when I’m looking at her is something else. I’ve never felt connected in this way, actually emotionally invested. Whenever we are apart, I miss her.

  This thing got so off course. I didn’t mean for it to go this far. I was just being my usual asshole self. Coming up with mischief. My m
ain motivation was to poke Jane a bit, get her to react to me. That certainly worked.

  When it exploded, I was happy to go along with it. My fans got worked up pretty fast and I couldn’t have expected it to be positive. I didn’t really think about my fans when it all started, even though they are the key to maintaining my rep.

  That day in court, I was just thinking of convincing that one judge. Buying some time. I didn’t expect my fans to get ahold of this story and run with it. Once that happened, I knew I was stuck in the role. It’s been a fun ride, and so far, I’ve enjoyed every minute of it.

  But right now, looking at Jane, I’m full of doubt.

  I’m confused.

  I didn’t want to be with my old girlfriend. That’s not the problem here. I know she thought she was special, but in actual fact, she was just someone I fucked a bit more than the others. A face I remembered a little bit more. I discarded her just as fast, though, you would think she could save her dignity and keep her head down.

  My eyes move slowly over Jane, those swelling curves sliding under the crisp sheets. She stirs just a little as I watch, her brows furrowing. I want to wake her up and see those eyes focus on me, that eager smile she tries to hide that lights up her face.

  The ring looks so good on her finger. She’s taken a few photos for the press now where she grips her chin, holding her hand up so the diamond glints against her dark skin. I love the look she gives the camera, a satisfied, sly look as if she has secrets all over her that no one can see. She doesn’t just play the role, she seems to be living it.

  The way she looks into my eyes, the big, easy smile. She leans into me with ease, stroking me as she huddles under my arm. It makes me smile, too and when I see my own face in the photos, I think how we are both glowing with the same joy.

  Could she really want to be with me? I don’t think she’s that good of an actress. Maybe I just don’t want her to be. I’m starting to fall into a web of my own thoughts, and I don’t like not knowing where the spider is.

 

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