A Fake_A Pretend Girlfriend Billionaire Romance

by Charlotte Byrd

  We talked about decorating and the hotel in Seattle. She said that she was excited that it was being built, and looked forward to staying there. She likes to travel, I found out, and does it all the time. I don’t always get to travel much, so I got a little jealous.

  Jealousy was only one negative emotion I started to get from her. After about ten minutes of talking, she started asking about Tyler. It started out as innocent and talkative, but it got worse. Much worse.

  She asked how we met and how long we had been dating. That part was okay. Then she asked if we planned on getting married, and what fetishes he has. Then she moved on to discussing different romantic gestures and gifts to buy him.

  Finally, she got to the point where she was pressing me for details, and information. She asked where I lived, and where I spent most of my free time. Then she asked if Tyler and I ever slept together, then wanted to know how many times we did that. She inquired about whether we planned on having any kids.

  I was starting to sweat a little around my neck, not because she scared me, but because she was making me a little uncomfortable. Then as the conversation went on, I even began to stutter a little. I said a lot of ‘uh’ and ‘umm’.

  At last, Tyler showed up and then she quickly departed. I knew something was going on, or at least there was some discomfort between him. Maybe she was a contractor that he once used, and then fired because he wasn’t satisfied with her work.

  He looked concerned and contemplative. I wanted to know why, and I wanted to know why that lady was so nosey. She should just mind her own business and be respectful that Tyler and I have some private issues in our life.

  Chapter 16 - Tyler

  I was deeply troubled at what I saw. I didn’t know what would become of it, and wasn’t sure how to take it. Maya was talking to an ex-girlfriend of mine – Veronica Del Castillo. She is a hot Latina that I used to date, and we had a pretty bad breakup.

  When a current girlfriend talks to an ex-girlfriend, it is rarely a conversation that turns out well. In my case, I had broken up with Veronica and she made it clear that she didn’t like it. She said that I wouldn’t commit to her, and that I didn’t love her.

  Part of that might be true, because I wasn’t always sure how much I liked her, or even loved her. After we broke up, I had caught her doing some things that I think were psychotic. She’s a stalker who had been following me around for weeks after we broke up. I eventually had to get the police involved to stop her.

  On one occasion, she had stolen my cellphone while I was at work, and she texted a ton of people to try and get more information about me. Mainly, she wanted to know what I was doing so that I wasn’t cheating on her. Ironically enough, she had been unfaithful before, but she was paranoid that I was going to be unfaithful to her.

  On another occasion, I had found out that she had been calling my neighbors to try and get information on what I was doing on a daily basis. She wanted to know if there were any women I was taking into my home. If they were women, she would get angry and ask if we were doing anything intimate.

  Over time, I got tired of her following me around and stalking me, so I broke up with her. She said that if I broke up with her, she would commit suicide. So, I told her I would stay with her on the condition that she got treated for psychiatric issues.

  She agreed and went to treatment, but it didn’t help. Mainly, it didn’t help because she refused to take her medications. Nothing was her ever her fault, she refused to take responsibility for her actions.

  Eventually, I got to a point where I broke up with her – over her suicidal objections – and moved on. I wiped the slate clean. I moved on and started living a free life again.

  She didn’t move on. She tried to get me to get back together with her. She made threats on her life. She said that a good boyfriend won’t leave and would eventually marry a ‘good girlfriend’ – which she insisted that she was. She said she couldn’t live without me, and that I couldn’t live without her. Breaking up with her, she argued, was a betrayal of destiny.

  And now the bitch started talking to Maya. God only knows what would become of that. Would she spend weeks or even months stalking her, too? With a bit of irony, she was the only person who I wanted to not believe that Maya is my girlfriend.

  I wanted to know the details about what was said and discussed, so I asked Maya. “Is everything all right? What happened?”

  Maya had a worried look on her face, so I knew something had happened. I held her hand and waited for her to talk to me. I just hoped that we could brush it off without a lot of drama. “She’s a little…odd…I guess. She kept asking me questions that I thought were a little too personal.”

  I blinked my eyes and tightly shut them for a minute. I opened them and dug a little further. “What was she asking?”

  Maya stood in place and folded her arms over her chest. “She was asking about what kind of fetishes we have, where I live, our plans for having children, and even if we ever slept together. I’ve never had a perfect stranger ask me those kind of questions before. Who the hell is she?” she bluntly asked me because she was a bit flustered.

  Should the truth be told? I didn’t see much of an advantage in this case. We dated. We slept together. We had a romantic relationship, and then we broke up. Which one of those things would calm Maya down? None of them.

  I just said what came to mind, and was hoping she would believe me. “Veronica is a board member, and I apologize because she’s very nosey and pushy. I think that she spooked you, and I apologize for that.”

  Veronica is actually a private management consultant who lives in Chicago. She’s therefore not a bona fide board member, but she has similar responsibilities. At any rate, I didn’t bother to mention that we knew each other or even slept together.

  We were finally home and decided to have a little toast. My scam had panned out nicely. I brought in my ‘girlfriend’ and she impressed and made good relationships with the board members.

  So what did we drink? Champagne, of course! I poured myself a little glass, and poured her a glass, too. I don’t know where the cork went. It flew off somewhere, but I figured that either myself, or the maid, would find it eventually.

  “A toast to the lady who did a great job at fooling the board into believing that she’s my girlfriend. Cheers!” I said as I raised my glass and took a gulp of the booze.

  She didn’t take a gulp, but just a sip. After she did that, she put the glass on our nightstand and looked over at me. “I want to do something else to celebrate” she said as she smiled and traced her fingers over the top of my hand.

  Internally, I was pouting like a little child because I really just wanted to hang out and drink. The pouting didn’t last very long, once I figured out what she wanted.

  She leaned over and put her head onto my lap. She held my hand and hummed sweetly to herself. “I just want to hold you, and kiss you. You make me feel so safe.”

  That’s not the type of thing I usually hear from women. I usually hear about how they want to fuck, or hear about how they want to spend money. Because of that, I didn’t really know how to respond or what to say. “Uh, thanks.”

  She pulled her head off my lap and shot some angry eyes at me. “All you have to say is ‘thanks’? Just when I thought…”

  I took another crack at it. Even though her comment was something that I didn’t hear very often, I wanted to get it right. “Let me try again” I interrupted as I held her other hand and looked at her.

  She gave me another chance, and I just tried the old fashioned thing – I gave her a soft kiss. I leaned over and kissed her lips. My warm lips made contact with hers, and I just barely moved them to give her a little sensation. I put my hand up to her chest, and felt her heart racing.

  I knew that would do something for her, and it did. She kissed me in return and traced her little fingers around to my back, right below my neck. She did it so softly that it gave me goosebumps. She kept kissing me and moaned softly
while she was doing it.

  While we were kissing, I felt something that I hadn’t felt in a long time, no matter how many women I had slept with. I cared for her. So help me God, I really was starting to grow a heart for her. I never would have expected it, because she was just a ‘pretend’ girlfriend to help me better my business career.

  We kissed softly, and rubbed each other’s bodies with our hands. It was like a cute romance, too. We didn’t even touch each other in any private places. We just held each other, and kissed to draw up the passion. It felt amazing.

  She leaned back on the bed and held me tightly in place and pulled me down with her. She wasn’t going to let go of me, which was great. I sure didn’t mind continuing the kisses. When I had previously gotten intimate with women, I didn’t bother with the kissing. I just wanted to get fucked.

  It felt different this time around. I would gently nourish and care for her, with every motion I made. I knew we were going to have sex. I just wanted to do it differently. I wanted to show her that I cared.

  I crawled on top of her, but didn’t pin her very hard. I kept myself braced above her, while partially propping myself up with my elbows. The kissing didn’t stop at all. In fact, it was growing a little faster, and we kissed each other more deeply.

  I didn’t ram my tongue down her throat, but I tickled it with her tongue. Only the tips of our tongues touched. Then we went back to kissing, except we were doing it deeper and faster. The saliva was moving all around, as were our lips.

  I couldn’t stand it anymore, because I really wanted to make love to her. I wanted to make love, and not have sex. I gently traced my fingertips over her breasts and then pulled away. I realized my hands were freezing.

  “I’m sorry” I whispered to her as I pulled my hand away. She reached out her hand slid my hand back up to her breast. “Sh. It’s okay. I want you to touch me there. They’ll warm up.”

  I obeyed her wishes exactly and slid my fingertips under her shirt and felt her breasts through the bra. They were warm. Underneath the bra, I knew they would be soft and beautiful.

  She reached behind her back and found the clip. I tried to pull away from her mouth but she held me in place and kept kissing me. She didn’t want it to stop, and neither did I.

  She pulled off the bra and put it beside her on the bed. She gave me a cute little signal that was meant to be a ‘green light’ to fondle her breasts. She put her tongue deeply into my mouth and moaned loudly.

  I heard her, and responded. I moved my hand down to her nipple and started gently stroking it. It didn’t take very long for the nipple to grow hard. Then I massaged the entire breast and she kept moaning. I massaged it gently and stroked my hand over the breast.

  Once that was done, I started on the other breast. I joked with myself that it wouldn’t be fair to abandon the other breast while pleasure was given to the other one. I started fondling it in the same way, and like the other breast, this one ended up with a hard nipple.

  She let go of my mouth with her mouth, and sat up in the bed. I carefully raised myself to let her do that. She crossed her arms and slid off her shirt. Her breasts bundled and bounced a little bit. They looked more beautiful than before, which is hard for me to explain.

  Maybe they looked better because I was starting to fall in love with her. They weren’t just pieces of meat that were there to be delicious. They were breasts – the loving breasts of Maya. I moved my hands up and started tracing my fingertips very softly over them.

  “You can take your clothes off if you want” she said with a girly giggle as she smiled over at me. Even her smile was loving and sweet.

  I just couldn’t believe that a woman would have to prompt me to take off my clothes. I usually did it automatically without having to be prompted. Even then, I did it without even thinking. Things were changing. My life was changing. It was even changing for the better.

  I sat up and unbuttoned my shirt and playfully hurled it aside. Then I did the same thing for my pants, underwear, and socks. I did it slower too. I did it while breathing deeply. I did it while looking into her majestic and beautiful eyes.

  She stared right over at me and watched. She didn’t show any emotions, because I think she felt disconnected from reality. When she got done watching me take off my clothes, she started on herself.

  She slid off her a skirt, underwear, and the rest of her clothes. She did it more quickly, though. At first that made me feel a little funny because I couldn’t tell if she was being passionate, or lustful. It just wasn’t clear.

  She laid down on the bed right on her back and blew me a flirty kiss. With my hands and knees, I crawled over to her and went back to kissing her. I pushed my mouth firmly against her, and kept tagging our lips together, as the moans grew louder and louder.

  While we were kissing, she reached over and gave my butt a little squeeze. It wasn’t a rough one, but a gentle one that gave me the chills – because it tickled a little bit. I let go of her mouth and laughed. “Hey! What’s the big idea?” I said to her jokingly as she moved her hand away.

  She winked over at me and gave her shoulders a little shrug. “You got a cute butt. I just couldn’t resist.”

  I smiled down at her, and scanned her beautiful body with my eyes. Her skin was soft and smooth and she smelled great. Her lips, hands, and even her feet echoed beauty.

  She pulled the back of my head and gave me an invitation after she spent a few seconds giving me soft kisses. “You can go inside of me, if you want. What do you need? A red carpet?” she said as she laughed right at me.

  Normally, a comment like that would upset me, because I would see it as an assault on my manhood. Because I cared about her so deeply, I somehow found it funny and cute. I repositioned and pulled out my cock.

  I took the head and wiggled it around a bit. I rubbed it over her clit while she burst out a moan. After a few seconds of moving it about, I slid it in. I put it in nice and deep, and held it there for a few seconds.

  She reached her arms around and held the cock deep inside of her. Then she whispered a phrase to me that I’ll never forget. “While you make love to me, I want you to keep your eyes open and look deeply into my eyes. Don’t look away. Okay?”

  I smiled really, really big and kissed her yet again on the lips. That was okay with me. I thought it was a great idea. “Okay” I said to her before I began.

  Usually when I fuck a woman, I ram, thrust, and fuck her brains out. It is sometimes so wild, that I think the woman has a hard time breathing and reacting.

  That’s not how I wanted it to go this time around. I wanted her to enjoy it too. I wanted it to feel magical for her. I wanted to remember this night with full happiness and joy. I wanted it to be special – extra special.

  I slid my cock in and out of her gently and slowly, while gently kissing her on the lips. She moaned a little more, and kept her hands all over me. She held me in place, and fondled my whole body.

  She started with my back, and then rolled her hands over my back and worked her way down to my buttocks. It really tickled so I chuckled while I was kissing her as I tried to hold in the laugh. I somewhat succeeded.

  She rested her hands on my hips while I humped her. I moved a little faster, and she just kept kissing me. The kissing was deep and meant something. It wasn’t just routine. It was love, at least I think.

  I hadn’t loved a girl in so long that I was beginning to forget what it felt like. Oddly enough, I didn’t have any trouble remembering what the pain of a horrible breakup was like. I hated those, but who doesn’t?

  She wrapped her legs tightly around me, and I wasn’t able to hump her anymore. I pulled my mouth away from hers and checked to make sure that she was okay. “Are you okay, sweetie?”

  She nodded without giving a ‘yes’ or ‘no’. “Can you, umm, suck on me? On my breasts?”

  I almost blurted ‘I love you’ to her, but I didn’t want to spoil anything. After all, I didn’t know if that’s how she felt about me, nor
did I know how she might react. It felt like our sex had been loving and not lustful, but I wasn’t absolutely certain.

  I played the safe card and didn’t say that to her. I just gave her a brief, tender kiss on the lips and squirmed my way down to her right breast. I licked the nipple and kissed it softly. She moved her hands to the back of my head and softly held it in place.

  Of course, I was being gentle and loving, but I think she wanted it faster and more passionate. “Go ahead, honey. You suck it and take it in. Just don’t hurt me by sucking too hard.”

  Once again, I listened to her wishes. I cupped my mouth around her breast and started to suck it in. She moaned and firmly rubbed the back of my head.

  It felt amazing. I was a little smothered because her breast was so big, but I still loved it. I could still breathe, and I could still suck. I could also imagine kissing her, and saw her beautiful, smiling face while I was doing it. I saw it in my head, but that was fine and dandy.

  I felt her hand reach down and it slid over my balls. She rubbed, caressed, and gently squeezed them about. Good Lord! That felt good.

  While I was sucking on her, I moaned and rolled my eyes from side to side because I loved how that felt. “Sh. Just keep sucking, my handsome prince. Your queen is going to make you orgasm.”

  Boy, did she ever keep her word. After just a few minutes of sucking her tits, humping her (she had already released her legs) and getting my balls massaged, I came hard inside of her.

  It was the best sexual climax I had ever felt in my life. At the very moment my juices were filling her, I knew that I had made a mistake for years. I should have been looking for love, instead of just sex.

  I felt like I loved her. I really did. I just didn’t know if she felt the same way. That meant that for one of the very few times in my life, I didn’t take charge and speak my mind. I kept it to myself. I didn’t know what to expect.