Fake Fiance_fake engagement romance

by Kerry Leigh

  “So, what do you think jess said. Do I look good for our first meeting with your parents?”

  I was incredulous. “You look fantastic jess.”

  “I am blessed by your beauty.” I moved closer to her. And I noticed her excited look. And as I walked closer to her, she put out her index finger to stop I me in my tracts.

  “Hah, I’m your fiancée, you have to say that after buying this big ass ring.”

  “No, I’m a lover of the arts, and you are a truly a piece of art no one can make that up. And I gave her a kiss on the cheek. And I’m so glad you took time out of your busy schedule to take care of this big problem of mine.”

  Jess smiled at me, and she was truly gorgeous in that moment,

  “It’s all right. But save the thanks and admiration until we’ve finished this whole charade. In case I fuck up and this world class scheme collapse.”

  15

  LOGAN

  I made a reservation at Trattoria da Luigi. Luigi's was one of the top restaurants in New York and I had a feeling my parents would like it. You had to make reservations weeks in advance to get in. But luckily, I called in a couple favors.

  The place would be fantastic for evenings like tonight. As we got out of the limousine, it all hit me. This was real, this stupid gambit of mine, but I couldn’t turn back the pendulum. Despite that, my body felt as lively as ever while I held Jess’s hand and we walked through the doors.

  “I wonder why people are looking at us?” Jess said.

  Then I looked around and she was right there were a couple people looking at her and there. “What can I say, when you look good, it brightens up the whole room. And we look great together.” I grinned at her.

  “Are you sure I don’t have any tissue stuck to my ass or anything?”

  I smirked. The pulse in my neck throbbed with arousal. “Would you relax Jess. I’ve checked out your ass enough to know you look perfect.”

  Her cheeks blushed and she lifting her eyebrow and punched me in the shoulder. I mouthed an “ow” and she gave me a mischievous smile. I guess Jess didn’t feel the excitement.

  When we entered the dining room, the waiter welcomed us. A couple childhood memories flittered through my mind. These were the times my family visited New York. We would have fun seeing attractions, teaching me the wonders the world had to offer, but the memories usually ended with my father spending time on his phone because emergencies had cropped up. My book of memories snapped shut as, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that my mom and dad had already started on their appetizers and were keenly waiting for us. Coolly, I looked at my watch. Goddamn, I still had a full ten minutes left.

  Even when I tried, to be a grown goddamn man my father would belittle my efforts. I felt my body warm and shook off the disappointment. I had bigger challenges ahead.

  I saw my parents faces change from curiosity, to delight when they noticed us walking toward their table. I blinked my eyes a couple times, it had been a while since I’d seen them. Years, if I thought about it. Since the last time I had seen them, it looked like they had aged, at least a decade. A dreadful thought came to my mind. Was that the future of all married couples?

  Then I inherited my full stature from my mother’s side of the family. April Clayton was a delightful woman with refined grace and auburn hair. Our wealthy lifestyle had certainly Her extremely rich lifestyle of visits to massage parlors and other such places had kept her trim and toned, but I could see the signs of aging that just wouldn’t quit no matter the exercise and diet. Though she was a beautiful woman with green eyes and a smile that was awesome.

  Brent Clayton had an average build, and I always wondered whether it had a bit to do the with the tension between us. I had a good five to six inches on him and my workout regime made me almost twice his size and I had inherited my looks from my mom. But Brent’s special quirks came from his brilliant business and skill, luck and strategic mind. He wore a damn good suit. And he looked perfectly groomed, though he was beginning to grey at his sides.

  I squeezed Jess’ hand and lowered my head to whisper against her ear.

  “I believe in you darling. Now, let’s put on a show.”

  “Oh, I knew I’ll do my part, I just hope you can afford the bonus you’ll pay me.” She said haughtily and gave me a disarming smirk.

  My mind felt charged. Like as I could do anything. Jess had that effect on me. My mom, April, came and gave me a hug and planted a soft kiss on my cheek.

  “Love,” my mom said. “It's been years. And I don’t understand why you can’t visit. It’s not like you need to work so damn hard.”

  I just grinned and held my chin up. I wouldn’t let my mom’s complaints affect me tonight. I was going to have far too much fun. Or at least that’s what I told myself.

  “Hi mom, I missed you too. Don’t you just the New York air this time of year. By the way, you look lovely tonight. So divine.”

  “Don’t you flatter me, honey. I know all the tricks.”

  “You see through it too.” Jess said, with a touch of a smile.

  "She’s already got you pegged huh. Well, introduce us I can’t believe I raised my boy to have such poor manners." My mom said and turned her body toward Jess.

  “Yes, Logan, do introduce us.” My father said.

  I let go of Jess’s hand, gave my dad a firm handshake and received a bright smile from him. I have to say, we were quite worried and really surprised to hear that you were going through with this. So suddenly…

  I didn’t know you were getting serious with anyone. I didn’t think that was possible anymore My mom said.

  “Hmm, I’m not some randy teenager guys,” I said. I don’t have to make sure my parents are aware of every woman I see past a couple months.

  Don’t be so immature Logan. My mother admonished.

  I exhaled Mom dad, meet my fiancée Jess Anders.

  Jess, my parents, Brent and April Clayton.

  It’s great to meet you, Jess said. I’ve heard a lot about you guys.

  If only we could say the same, my father said neutrally.

  We should really sit down and get to know each other. We all sat down at the table and obviously we couldn’t continue any casual conversation until we sorted all this business. I felt anxious and tried to ignore it.

  We had a waiter, who would only serve us and when we sat the young man took our order for drinks.

  I’ll be frank your email, I thought it was a joke at first. My dad said while sipping his cocktail. I haven’t heard much from you in what, eight, ten months, apart from the business reports of course. I’ve been really busy I said and looked at Jess with loving eyes. I had rehearsed this conversation and all the different permutation at least ten times with Alex, to look like a cool customer. My father could be a total imperious executioner, just waiting for the right moment and swing his blade so I wasn’t going to give him anything no signs of weakness on me.

  It’s been quite busy. I’ve had to train some new staff lately and everything was so quick that I didn’t think of anyone else, it’s like we were in our own little bubble for a while you know. I held Jess’ hand then looked at her engagement ring and gave her a smile showing how fond I was and she returned it with even more intensity. Perfect.

  Logan does like to knock everything out of the park. Jess said. One moment I’m having fun at a party sighing because I would have had a better time at home with a mug of coffee and book and the next I’m entertained by the most handsome and charming man I’ve ever come across. She blushed. I didn’t say anything but I was so thrilled with her skill. She had the makings of an excellent fake fiancée; her delivery was flawless.

  She was really in the flow of things.

  “Oh, so you have the time to party, but you can’t even give your mother a phone call every other week.” She said sternly.

  I shrugged, even though I knew it would annoy my mother. It would only make my story all the more believable.

  I put my hands up. “Wh
at can I say, I’m sorry. I do these things.”

  “What sort of things does your family do?” My dad asked.

  My family isn’t really involved in anything important Brent.” Jess said. “The typical middle class, background, we didn’t do much, certainly not going to run into any circles you run in. My dad is an insurance broker, and my mom is a teacher. And I work in a bakery.”

  “She cooks as well, that must be so nice.” My mom said. “I raised my boy to love all forms of gratification and pleasure.”

  “We don’t know a lot about you to be honest.” Brent said honestly, looking in my direction. “But we would love to hear more about you.”

  I gave a half shrug.

  “Great food is the backbone of all good relationships.” Jess said and gave me a knowing look. “We shared a piece of cake together and marvelled at the taste.”

  “And then you had a little piece at the end of your nose.” I smirked while laughing at her.

  “Then you went on about how I looked more beautiful when I was flustered.” She joked to me.

  I was glad my parents seemed to warm up to Jess and even laughed with her. Was I really so empty that Jess could play off me so well. Jess was an amazing woman. She was sexy, daring and really smart, not to mention she could hold anyone’s attention. So why was she single…

  My heart caught in my throat. I started to worry about what’ I’d gotten myself into.

  Jess had gained my parents approval almost instantly. I think they were probably surprised a well-adjusted woman considered marrying me. But who cares, I’m ninety percent home free. Honestly, she was brilliant. And she didn't’ just affect my parents. Something about the way we resonated that made me want to kiss her. Lie around for hours and just kiss her. At this moment, I didn’t regret anything, I couldn’t have found a better partner, no a better woman too.

  My parents couldn't say that we weren't a good match that alone comforted me. The sparks were flying around the room. And I knew Jess could feel the chemistry too. The signs of attraction were obvious whenever she looked at me or reacted to something funny I said.

  We finished the dinner and I asked if they wanted to have drinks, yet they thankfully said no. Hey, at least I would get brownie point for the attempt.

  When our little puppet show was over I declared that jess and I would travel with them back to their mansion before retiring for the evening.

  “I always enjoy staying here whenever we come to New York.” My mother said with a resplendent smile, got out of the limousine and walked into the foyer.

  “Yeah, it reminds me of my childhood, I’m glad it hasn’t changed.” As if she would ever change anything, she’s fond of her memories.

  I felt a slight squeeze on my arm, then I turned my head downward and Jess whispered in my ear. “They’re a great couple.”

  Jess held back a laugh and rested her head on my shoulder, which sent shivers through my body.

  My lust for Jess had been flaring for a while now. ever since I found myself idle with too much time on my hands, then seeing her in this dress - every hour only made keeping my hands off her all the more impossible.

  We left the restaurant and stood outside the entrance and chatted for a couple minutes. Then my mom embraced Jess and said a couple things to her and I thought I heard, the word love and family.

  “Thank you, April.” Jess said. “I’m so glad to hear that.”

  “I’ll see you at eight o'clock son?”

  “We play at eight on the dot.” My dad said.

  I opened my mouth as if I didn’t know what to say, but I stopped myself from letting out a reproachful groan. Even though I had the talent, I did not have any love for gold. It’s a shame I didn’t bring my club irons with me. You know how I am about superstitions.

  “Funny. I’ll see you at seven forty-five.” My father said, stiffly.

  “Happy to help.”

  Let’s have them rest darling. Jess said

  “You can tell me all about these superstitions when we get back to the penthouse.”

  My parents laughed at that and waved us off, then got in the mansion, suite and shut the doors for the night. Then we got back and took the limousine back to our penthouse, well the one we shared.

  “When we got there, I could see that Jess’s eyes were extremely clear and bright. My curiosity stoked, I asked. What are you so giddy about, sunshine?” I asked.

  She looked at me, eyes brimming with exuberance.

  “No-nothing really. I don’t know, I guess. I thought tonight was really a blast. I haven’t had that much fun in a long while.”

  “You went beyond my expectations. You couldn’t have been more perfect.”

  “Your parents aren’t the monsters you made them out to be.”

  Are we really doing this? Well, once you spend twenty eight years with them, having to tiptoe on glass, then you’ll get some perspective on our relationship, our peculiar relationship I tensed my face and tried to look stoic until Jess gave me a little giggle and shoved me in the shoulder.

  #

  “Oh well, that's not my problem, the important thing, is we didn’t get caught out.” she said.

  “Absolutely, I think they bought us as a couple.” I began, “and it’s all because of you. A pretend proposal is something no one asks for, yet you heeded that calling Jess. And the greatest pretend fiancée I could ask for.”

  “That’s flattering, but you should save that for the end of next week.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind. But really, thank you for everything. I really can’t stop saying that, but you always bring wonderful surprises.”

  For the second time tonight, I saw Jess was blushing, and it made my passion blossom out of control.

  When we arrived at the suite we would share for this week, and Jess opened her door we stayed there for a couple moments, the aura of the place stilled.

  “I suppose I can get to my own apartment, without anyone watching me, after our performance, I doubt I’m under any watchful eye of a paid stalker.” I said, folding my arms around my chest. “Besides, I’ll be up early tomorrow.”

  Jess nodded. But the look in her eyes, told me she wanted more.

  “Hmm, I didn't have work in the morning… But I think of you were to leave - it would be an undue burden.” She said and gave a lust-filled gaze.

  My body stiffened, and I felt my heart pounding. Felt arousal flooding to my dick. “That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day.” I said.

  “Then stay here…”

  I tried to open my mouth, but I couldn’t control the excitement I felt. “Okay, the couch looks good for the night.”

  “The couch…” she started, but she couldn’t quite bring out something she wanted to say. “The couch, or maybe, the bed…”

  And that was the key turning in the lock, my signal to go. My nether regions become stoked with an all-consuming passion as I wolfed up Jess’ awesome body in my muscular arms and kissed her passionately. Jess moaned against my mouth and kissed me back laying one toned leg against my hip and placed her hands around my shoulders.

  “Jess,” I said, inhaling sharply, drinking her in. “I want you.”

  Then take me. She said and kissed me. “I need you to fuck me right now, please.”

  My lust for Jess was like gravity, pulling me down into a well of warm, succulent sin. I needed to take her in that moment. I carried her into the penthouse, her legs tied around me. I barely got the door closed but it shut with a loud thud. I’m sure the neighbors woke up.

  We clawed at each other’s clothes, desperately getting them off and then I got her well carried her into the bedroom and dropped her lightly onto the mattress. Bouncy mattress. She was giggling and looked at me as if she couldn’t help it she wanted me bad.

  I stared at her when I took off my jacket. She looked at me with lust on her face, and I couldn’t believe she couldn't find a man her speed. Something told me any man would be lucky to go to the ends of the earth for he
r. Jess ran her hands over her legs teasingly and removed her skirt. Showing the underwear underneath.

  Leave those alone, I want to unwrap you myself. I declared firmly.

  Jess stopped her hands cold. She looked aroused. She became undeniably sexy in that moment.

  “Yes, captain.” She grinned.

  I grinned back at her and took off my dress shirt while she laid on the bed, looking sexy and ever aroused. Jess breathed hard. Lounging on the mattress like a cat, staring at me as if I was a piece of meat. It felt good.

  “You are fucking sexy you know that.” She said to me.