Fake It Real: A Billionaire Fake Marriage Romance

by Zahra Girard

  “What the fuck are you doing?” he glowers at Victoria.

  “Meeting your future bride. She’s a lovely girl, if a bit of a violent whore,” she retorts.

  “Get the fuck out of my sight,” he growls.

  Bryce interjects himself between Julian and Victoria and he puts a calming hand on his shoulder. “Relax, man. She isn’t worth getting yourself thrown out of here.”

  I reach out and grip Julian by the hand, and heave a sigh when his shoulders un-tense. “Let’s just go. Let that old bitch go into the back room and debase herself.”

  Bryce leads Victoria away to the VIP room and Julian grins at me. “After seeing you kick her ass, there’s no doubt about it — I love you. Let’s get.”

  I turn around and reach for my purse.

  It’s not there.

  “I’ll be right behind you,” I say to Julian, who gives me a funny look, but heads for the door anyway.

  My heart skips several beats and panic knots its bony fingers around it.

  I frantically wave for the bartender.

  “What’s up?” he says.

  “I left my purse here, just before the fight and now I can’t find it. Did you put it behind the bar or something?” I can’t keep my voice steady. Already I’m starting to freak out, and it’s not just because it’ll mean making a bunch of annoying phone calls to my banks to cancel my cards.

  He shakes his head.

  “Sorry, haven’t seen your purse,” he says. “But Bryce and I will keep an eye out for it. We find it, and we’ll call Julian. We’ve got his number.”

  I can’t keep the crestfallen look off my face. “Ok, thank you.”

  He sees my dejected expression and pours me a shot. “On the house,” he says. “And I wouldn’t worry too much. People are usually pretty good about turning stuff in. It’ll probably show up at the end of the night.”

  I down the free shot, but I don’t feel any better.

  The look that Victoria gave me after our fight flashes through my mind. I have this nagging feeling that I can’t run from my past much longer.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Julian

  The night air is fresh, perfectly chill. Bracing and inviting and just what I want to help calm me down. I’m riding an emotional high — my head’s buzzing like there’s a nest of hornets in it and my nerves are twitchy.

  I’m so close to taking what I want most in the world.

  And then Melody comes out of the bar and I forget about everything else except looking at her. She seizes my attention — dressed to kill, her outfit emphasizing her curves and showing just enough skin to remind me that I am the luckiest fucking man alive.

  The fact that she just threw down with Victoria is icing on the cake.

  Yeah, I’m in love. I’m in love, and I’m about to stand on top of the world with a true partner by my side.

  She smiles at me, her deep red lipstick setting off her full lips. Life is good, right now. And soon, it’ll be even better.

  I sweep her into my arms and squeeze her close, her tits press against my chest, making my cock stir in my slacks. I kiss her with all the exuberance that comes when you feel everything in your life starting to go exactly as you want it.

  “Good meeting, I take it?” she says, when we finally part and she’s able to actually breath again.

  “What gave it away?”

  “Just a guess. So, did the devil want your soul, or did you get away with just sacrificing your first born?”

  I laugh. “Hardly. He wants some financial support, mostly my personal investment and leverage, in a few of his side projects. It was pretty vague, he didn’t get into too many details, but last I heard, he’s planning on setting up a chain of gogo-dancing bars in Thailand.”

  “And you’re just ok with that?” She sounds almost disappointed. But I don’t expect her to understand the finer points of what it takes to get every player on board in this takeover that I’m trying to put together.

  “If it gets me what I want, it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make. This is important.”

  I spare her any further details, based on the face she makes. Yeah, it’s skeevy, but it’s not as bad as some of the stuff I’ve heard Keith Henrickson gets into, and I’ll be making sure it’s all legal.

  “Well, that’s actually disgusting. But I’m glad you got what you wanted. Let’s hope it’s worth it.”

  There’s something catching in her voice. “What’s wrong?”

  She lets out a small sigh and the forces out a wan smile. “Aside from everything about that Keith guy? Nothing. I just lost my purse in the scuffle. It’s no big deal, I’m just not looking forward to replacing everything. That’s going to be a mess of phone calls.”

  I give her a kiss that turns into several kisses and then a few more. “I’ll buy you a new purse. In a week, maybe sooner, whenever the hell I can wrangle the whole board together, I’ll buy you more than that.”

  I can’t keep the joy and satisfaction out of my voice. There’s a lot of work still to do, but this feels like a big step forward in vindicating my brother and securing the company from leeches like Victoria.

  We walk the night streets back around the club to the valet lot where I pick up my car. It purrs like liquid sex as I start it up. The whole night seems more alive, more vibrant. My whole body is humming with energy and I’m feeling more aware of everything around me. And one thing, in particular.

  I’m on the verge of conquering the corporate boardroom, but, right now, all I can think about is getting Melody back to my bedroom.

  My foot lives on the accelerator the entire drive and I let my car unleash on the road, eating up the asphalt and cornering like I’m at the fucking Monaco Grand Prix.

  We scream to a stop in my driveway and I leap out, my cock at full mast and feeling like I’m going to burst. I open the door for her and she’s barely on her feet before I pick her up.

  “What has gotten into you?” she says, part laughing, part genuinely startled.

  “I’m just in a conquering mood tonight.”

  She rolls her eyes, and I know she’s going to say something, so I shut her up by kissing her.

  I can smell her hair and the subtle perfume she’s wearing. Sweet, gentle, seductive as the scent of flowers on the breeze.

  I breathe it in.

  That smell and the smile on her face is just the invitation I need. I can’t wait until her scent is all over my bed. Until every square inch of it reminds me of her.

  Still carrying her, I throw the front door open with one hand and kick it shut behind me.

  “This is happening. And there’s no way it could’ve happened without you.”

  She sighs against my chest. Then, her body slithering sensuously against mine, lips kiss their way up my neck, her hot breath burns against my ear and she whispers in a searingly seductive voice. “There are things about tonight I don’t want to remember. I want you to take me — all of me, until I can’t think of anything else. Will you fuck me till I forget?”

  My cock throbs at her words, every syllable setting my heart racing and my fingers shaking.

  “You know I can’t say no to you.”

  Effortlessly, I throw her on the bed. She lands on her back and props herself up with her arms, staring at me, eyes burning and begging for it.

  I slide my belt off and sling it over my shoulder.

  Button by button, I undo my shirt.

  She turns on the bed and crawls to come closer, hands reaching out to caress my chest. The perfect picture of a goddess in supplication, begging me to make her mine.

  I let her enjoy it for a moment, before, smiling, I take hold of her by the wrist and bind her hands together with my belt.

  A short, delicious gasp slips out of her full, sensuous mouth.

  “You’re mine, tonight,” I growl and I hurl her backwards onto the bed again.

  Sliding off my tie, I climb onto the bed and straddle her.

  She’s looking up at me,
enraptured, with wide, awed eyes that make me feel like a god.

  “Take me.”

  Tonight, I’m going to make her scream my name.

  Tying it tight, I wrap the tie around her head, blindfolding her.

  Every bit of this luscious woman is mine to control. I own her. And she knows it, she’s already moaning, eager for me own her.

  I slip my hand between her legs, my fingertips riding up her tight to caress her through the thin fabric of her panties. I draw them back, wet. She is soaking.

  “I love your taste on my fingertips,” I whisper in her ear as I suck her juices on my fingers.

  “Please,” she moans, as my finger goes back between her legs, caressing her while I kiss her lips. She’s hungry, heated, desperate — those emotions burn against my lips every time I kiss her.

  Slowly, I undo the zipper to my slacks and slide them and my briefs down and off.

  They land in a pile on the floor.

  Shifting, she tries to bring herself up, her mouth open hungrily. More than anything, she wants my cock in her mouth.

  But she’s mine tonight. And it’s not her decision to make.

  “Stay,” I growl, taking her head in one hand and her tied hands in the other, and I push her back flat on the bed. “You move when I tell you, you suck when I tell you, and, if you’re good, I’ll let you come.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I like the sound of that.

  Taking my time, I strip her down. Every piece I remove, every bit of her I expose, I kiss. I lavish attention on her lush body.

  It’s all mine. To do with as I please. And every bit of it pleases me.

  Delicate, lacy panties slide off her hips, down her legs, and I toss them in her corner. I pause a moment to just fucking look at her.

  Beautiful, stunning, perfect.

  How did I get lucky enough to find a woman like her?

  It stuns me every time I think about it.

  “It’s going to be such a treat to taste you. It gets me hard every time I think about licking your sweet pussy.”

  I pull in a breath. The scent of her reaches me, calls to me, begs me to fuck her senseless. My lips find hers, and I kiss her like I want to devour her.

  She kisses me back, her lips hungry, every part of her wild, wanton, needy.

  I pull my lips from hers, kissing across her cheek towards her ear. I slide a finger between my lips and withdraw it slowly, making a gentle, wet ‘pop’.

  “Do you hear that?” I whisper. Then I slip a second finger into my mouth. “I’m going to fuck you with these until you’re screaming for me to let you come.”

  “I want that,” she moans. “Use me. Please.”

  Her body quivers and shakes with lust as I run my fingertips over her, drawing a line down her body that dances around her breasts, across her abdomen, to lightly brush her thighs.

  I kiss her again. Powerfully, dominant. I own her. She melts under my lips, this moan coming from deep within her as she gives herself over to me.

  “Oh my god,” she gasps, as I kiss her breast, sucking and flicking my tongue against her hard nipple. It hardens at my touch, puckering and rising on her beautiful breast.

  I slide one finger inside her, parting her lips to feel the warm, wet embrace of her pussy.

  Then a second follows and I finger-fuck her.

  Slow, then fast, then faster, and my thumb starts circling her clit, teasing at first until I’m sure it’s ready.

  Melody starts to rock her hips as I fuck her with my fingers, sliding in and out in, again and again while she moans and I feel the vibrations of her need through her chest, through her breast, against my lips.

  My tongue runs over and around her stiff nipple, until I feel her start to reach her peak — her tied hands start to claw at my head and my hair, scratching, grabbing, fighting in this wild need to take hold of me while lust wracks her body.

  Just when I think she’s there, when she’s about to break, I bite down hard on her right nipple and she stiffens. My fingers stop and, with my free hand, I grab hold of her bound hands and hold them back against the bed.

  She’s rigid, she’s right on the edge. She’s right where I want her.

  “Don’t stop,” she moans. “I want to come. I need it.”

  “Beg for it,” I growl.

  “I want to come,” she whines again.

  Her whole body is shaking with need, her hips are rising up from the bed, trying to rock against my fingers, desperately searching for those last strokes that will send her over the edge.

  “Beg.”

  “Please let me come.”

  I shove her hips back down against the bed, I hold her still while she tries to squirm against me. “Convince me like a good girl would. Beg me.”

  I rest my hand against her pussy, my fingers just against her entrance, just enough to tell her I’m there, tat if she begs me right, she’ll get what she wants more than anything in the world right now.

  “You own me, Julian,” she starts. “All of me.”

  I caress her clit with my thumb. Keep going.

  “My body is yours. My pussy is yours.”

  I slip one finger inside her, and she tenses. “Stay still, like a good girl. You only come when I let you.”

  “Nobody fucks me as good as you. My tits, my pussy, my ass, my mouth, my heart, all of it is yours.”

  A second finger. I move them slow, keeping her on the razor-thin edge of ecstasy.

  “I dream about your cock. I fantasize about the times you take me, about the way you make me feel when you fuck me, when you take me, when you use me.”

  Faster still.

  Her breathe is coming in gasps and tiny twitches shake her as I massage her clit.

  “Keep going,” I order her.

  My mouth moves back to her breast, my lips and tongue mauling her like I own her.

  “Fucking you is like fucking a fantasy. I’ve never felt as good as when your cock is inside me. I love it. I love you,” Each word she says comes faster, is more urgent, as I push her higher. When the last, hissing needy syllable leaves her succulent lips, I bite down hard on her nipple and rub her clit just as her rocking hips beg me to.

  She breaks.

  Screaming, shaking, she struggles against me as her climax ripples through her, but I hold her still against the bed, the muscles in my arms and chest flexing as I fight to keep her in place.

  She’s mine. I own her.

  When her breathing calms, I lean in close to her and whisper, “I’m going to fuck you now.”

  I need this. Just watching her come is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

  I draw my fingers back and suck the taste of her off them. It’s better than any drug.

  A needy whimper is her answer.

  “No condom,” she gasps. “I want to feel all of you.”

  Eager, lit by the need to fuck her now, I pull her up and flip her over, shoving her face-first into the mattress.

  I take her from behind.

  Fuck.

  Clenching wet heat envelopes my cock and my knees go weak. It’s tight, hot, electric. I could shoot right now, buried deep inside this juicy cunt. I thrust, slow, deep, until I’m buried in her, my dick wrapped in the tight embrace of her wet pussy.

  She flexes, pressing back against me, until my hips are flat against her ass. It’s overwhelming — all I can feel is the sensation of her, every nerve in my body alive with the feeling of her.

  “Fuck, I love having your cock inside me,” she moans, and I pull back until I’m almost out of her, just the tip of my cock inside her, and then I thrust in again.

  She screams again, pain and pleasure dripping from each word as I slam my cock into her as deep as it will go. Her words die in this strangled hiss as I fuck the very breath out of her.

  “I own you,” I growl, picking up speed, fucking her as hard and deep as I can force my cock into her tight cunt. “I own your tits, I own your lips, I own your ass, I own this tight fucking pussy.
”

  I push deep, grinding my cock inside her in a way that makes her gasp and squirm while these mewling noises of pleasure burst from her lips with each thrust. Her bound hands are clenched white-knuckled around the headboard — she’s holding on for dear life while I fuck her brains out.

  I shift my hips, changing my thrust, and it’s like a light goes off inside her. That’s the spot.

  “Julian,” she groans hoarsely while her pussy tightens around my cock. “Julian.”

  Melody is ripping at the headboard, struggling against the knots keeping her there, as she loses herself. My head fills with fog as my cock starts to swell, my thoughts full of lust and the urgent, overwhelming need to fill her with every drop of me.

  I want to give her everything I have, I want to lose every bit of me inside her.

  I want to come as she comes.

  My head explodes in sensations of heat and color as I come inside her. It’s like every drop of who I am, all of my energy and vitality, goes into her, is consumed by her quaking body.

  When the shaking calms, I pull out of her.

  I lie down beside her. I have to. I don’t think I could stand a second longer. I’ve never come that hard before. Listening to the sound of my heartbeat and her contented sighs, my fingers idly explore her luscious body. We both tremble at each other’s touch, still lit by the aftershocks of our mutual climax.

  Her skin is so soft and smooth. Just touching her is bliss like I never imagined I’d find in a partner..

  I love this woman.

  Heart and soul.

  She is my partner, my lover, my friend, someone who’s given me so much and someone who deserves the best of me in return.

  “I love you,” she whispers, but there’s this strange, plaintive note in her voice that makes my brow furrow. Something is still eating at her. That something she wants to forget. “I am so glad you found me. So glad I took you up on that crazy deal. This has been better than I could’ve ever dreamed.”

  “I want this to last,” I say, determined. “When we’re done with this fake relationship, we’ll find a way to make it real. Whatever it takes.”

  I don’t know how it’ll happen, but I’m already looking beyond the time I take control of the company, to how I’ll keep Melody in my life.