She juts out her chin before finishing the sentence. But I know she was about to say I should be with someone like her.
"…someone your own age," she finally concludes. "And Liz," she says, shaking her head back and forth. "You know relationships don't last. Dr. Monroe just wants to use you for sex. As soon as you give it up to him, he'll dump you and move onto the next hapless victim."
Liz gives her a smug look, and I can tell she's thinking that she's already given it up to me and I'm still sticking around. In fact, I'm proposing the preposterous— engagement.
But not real engagement. Just pretend. It's only for my career. It's only for her reputation. That's what I tell myself. But as soon as Elizabeth Jane walked into my office needing a purity exam, all my normal rules flew out the window. I'm not supposed to fall in love. But I'm not supposed to fuck my patients, either. I do a lot of things I'm not supposed to do with her. Including getting myself into a fake engagement.
Chapter 26 – Elizabeth Jane
I stare dumb-founded, unsure of which to be more shocked about. The fact that my mom barged in on Derek and me and then I stood up to her, or that Dr. Monroe is pretending we're engaged.
I suppose the most shocking part of this scenario is that I told my mom off. That's not like me at all. But I've become stronger, braver. And by the time she had not only read my diary entry and caught me in the act with Dr. Monroe, what did I have to lose? She already thought that just having any kind of sexual desires meant I was destined for hell, so I might as well go all the way.
"Young lady," Mom says, glaring at me. "Don't think you're going to get away with this. Make your choice right now. Him, or me."
Beneath the anger in her eyes, there's something else. Hurt. Jealousy. Fear.
I realize for the first time that my mom might come across as a monster, but it's because she herself has been scarred, and she's used me to help heal her wounds perhaps more than she should have. But like everyone else, she's just human.
"Mom," I say, crossing the room to go hug her. "Just because I'm making my own decisions doesn't mean I don't love you."
"You're trying to leave me just like your father did," my mom says, sobbing. "But you don't have that right. I raised you. I pay for everything. You won't have anywhere to live or any ability to go to school without me."
I try to hug her, but she pushes me away.
"That's not true," Dr. Monroe says. "I have a condo I lease out but it's vacant right now. Elizabeth Jane and I have discussed her living there until our marriage. And I will take care of her tuition."
I want to protest this part— he doesn't have to pay my way— but I don't want to reveal to my mom that he's completely fabricated all of this, that he and I have never talked about any of this even once.
He senses my hesitancy, and adds, "We've also discussed that she's welcome to work here at the office in between her class schedule, so as to pay some of her tuition, and for the work experience."
I nod to him, grateful that he's given me a way to pay my own way. If I'm going to be cutting the cord from my mother at long last, I want to feel as if I'm contributing to society.
"Fine," my mom says, glaring at me while letting tears stream down her face. "I see that the two of you have worked all of this out and there's nothing I can do about it. I'll see you when this all falls through, Elizabeth Jane. You'll find out I'm the one person who is always here for you, while everyone else just uses you and leaves you."
She turns around and leaves the office. Dr. Monroe and I are alone again at last. My doctor, who took my virginity, is now my fake fiancé.
Chapter 27 – Derek
Two hours later, Liz and I are at the condo where she'll be living.
"Thank you so much for doing this," Liz says. "I thought my mom was going to kill me. She acts like her main issue now is the fact that I'm moving out, but she always finds something to complain about. Really, if she knew I had let you take my virginity, without any kind of relationship in place no less, she would have hit the roof. There's no telling what she would have done. So good thinking with the fake engagement story."
I lift her up and sit her on the kitchen table. I realize this is the first time we've been together that hasn't been in my office. I kiss her slowly and deeply.
"Liz, there's nothing I wouldn't do for you."
She returns my kiss, and I feel compelled to be completely honest with her.
"And actually, this arrangement benefits me as well," I confess.
"Oh yeah?"
"You probably heard Dr. Stenton mention a deal going through in a month," I tell her. "That's a business merger and the other partners would be worried if they knew I was…"
"Having sex with your patient?" she asks.
"Yes," I agree, feeling a bit surprised at how bad that sounds when she utters it. But fuck it. I take what I want, and taking Elizabeth Jane felt so damn good that I regret nothing. And now, all I want to do is whatever it takes to just keep taking her.
"There's another meeting about me, tomorrow," I tell her. "Dr. Stenton is suspicious about what he witnessed when he walked in on us and the partners want to discuss it with me."
"I see," she says, staring at me a bit incredulously.
After what happened with Maria, the partners aren't going to trust me not to get into drama involving Liz. Even though Maria did take the extra money and leave— proving herself to be the gold digger I knew she was all along. And even though what I have with Liz is something completely different than what I had with Maria, or any other woman for that matter.
My partners know me as a badass player who gets in, gets it done, and moves onto the next. They'll never believe that it's different this time with Liz and that they needn't worry because I'm…
"So, if you tell them we're engaged, they'll know they won't have to worry about liability?" Liz asks me, interrupting my train of thought just before I was about to admit to myself the feelings that have been lurking beneath the surface this whole time, bubbling and stirring and threatening to explode.
I love her. I love this fucking girl so much.
"I can explain," I tell her, feeling bad that she thinks I'm just lying to save my ass when actually, for the first time ever, I wish my lie could be true.
"It's okay," she says, smiling. "It makes perfect sense. You did this to help me, and also you. Fair's fair."
I pull her into me and smell her hair. It always has the scent of cherry blossoms, so she must use a shampoo like that.
I'm glad she's not mad at me— after all, how could she be? I saved her from the wrath of her mother— or at least some of it. And she seems to understand that this arrangement benefits me too.
So why do I feel let down that she accepts it so easily? Did I want to torture her by wanting her to want this to be real instead of just pretend?
"And when do I start working for you?" she asks, with a challenging sparkle in her eyes.
"Oh, I… I just said that, so your mom wouldn't think…"
"That in our fake engagement scenario, I was marrying you for money? That I was going to be your kept wife?"
"Something like that," I admit with a grin.
"Well, I appreciate you carrying out the lie to its fullest extent, but I'm going to need that part to be true," she says.
I look at her. I could easily find an opening for her as a receptionist. But I don't want her to have to work for me, even though the thought of having a reason to see her every day excites me. I want something altogether different for her— for us.
"I do have college tuition to pay," she says, "so I'm going to need some money. And I look forward to having a job and some financial independence from my mother."
"You can start tomorrow," I tell her.
It figures that the one woman I want to be with, to take care of and provide for completely, is the only one who isn't a gold digger and who is content to find her own independence. That thought fills me with a mixture of sadness and pride.
> I look at her and decide I'm mostly so proud of her even though she's accepting our new fake reality a bit better than I would have hoped. I suppose I wanted her to protest, to beg me to really propose to her.
But I should have known better. Liz isn't a weakling and that's one thing I love about her. She comes across as stand-offish and shy, but it's only because her mother has scared her into being completely obedient at all times. Her real spirit— the one who mother couldn't break no matter how hard she tried— is strong, brave and, despite it all, even kind.
As Liz returns my gaze, she looks like she's melting for me. And that's another thing I love about her— that this strong woman becomes so weak in my presence, so turned on by my touch that she'll submit to me and let me do as I please with her.
I lean down to kiss her.
"I guess this is the first time we're actually completely alone together," I tell her. "And in someplace other than my office."
"I guess we should take advantage of it, then," she says, and winks.
"I guess you're right."
Chapter 28 – Derek
I think about lifting Liz up and carrying her up the stairs to the bedroom. But with her legs wrapped tight around my waist, and the warmth of her pussy radiating into me, I know I just can't wait. I have to christen this kitchen table and every other spot in this apartment.
I take off her skirt and panties, her bra and blouse and then lay her back with her legs spread wide open like they always are when I examine her. Only this time, she's completely naked, completely uncovered, completely mine to do with what I want without the threat of anyone getting in the way.
"I love your curvy body," I tell her, tracing my hand up and down her breasts, her stomach, her sides, her hips, her thighs.
I do the same thing with kisses now, my lips traveling the expanse of her body. When I get to her inner thigh, she moans.
"I want to make you feel as good as you always make me feel," I tell her, pressing on her clit while my tongue traces teasing circles around her labia.
"Oh, you always do, Derek," she says.
"But I haven't tasted your sweet little pussy, and that's a shame."
"That's definitely a shame, I agree," she says.
I bend down and take her clit in my mouth, gently sucking, prodding, biting.
"Oh, my God," she says, her hands gripping my head. "That feels so amazingly good."
I reach up and trace the skin around her nipples before twisting them as I simultaneously suck harder on her clit. She wraps her legs around my head and lifts up her hips.
"I love how you eat my pussy," she says, grinding herself into my mouth.
Her perfect juices drip out of her pussy and I slurp them up while playing with her clit.
"You're going to make me come, Derek," she says, her breathing getting heavier and her fingers grasping my hair harder.
I suck on her clit until she's moaning, crying out, "Oh my God, Derek, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming."
Then I pick her up and set her down on the floor. I reach for the condom in my pocket and then take off my clothes. She's doggy style in front of me on all fours on the kitchen floor. This is a position I'd never be able to take her in at my office, so I love it.
I spread her legs open wider, so I can see her entire pussy and ass in front of my face. I spread them open and then I can't help but put my lips back on her pussy once again, loving the taste of her wetness and feel of her folds against my mouth.
I gnaw on her clit while I insert three fingers into her pussy hole.
"Derek," she screams, not having to worry about being quiet or holding back any more. "I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming!"
Finally satisfied that I've made her feel good, I plunge my cock into her eager pussy. I hold onto her hips and thrust in and out of her, loving how amazing it feels to watch her ass bounce against me while I fuck her.
"Does this feel good, my little slut? My little fake fiancé?" I ask her, as I slap her ass.
"It feels so good, Derek."
"Were you a naughty little girl? You were caught sneaking around and your mom found out? You deserve another spanking."
Whap.
I hit her again, leaving red marks this time, but she moans as if she likes it.
"Yes, I'm your naughty little girl. My mom caught you fucking me."
I ravage her with my cock, while my finger traces the outline of her ass hole.
"I'm going to take your anal virginity too," I tell her, and the thought makes my cock swell hard and full inside her, filling her all the way up. "But not yet. I have to give you something to look forward to."
"I'm not giving that up until I get married," she says, with a laugh.
I can't tell if she's joking, and I can't tell if it's a challenge. Maybe she wants this to be real, too. Or maybe she really does want to save that part of herself for her wedding night.
I thrust a few more times inside her until I just can't take it anymore.
"Well one of these days I'm really going to do it," I tell her. She can take my statement— said immediately after hers— in whatever way she wants. "I'm going to fuck your perfect little asshole."
As I say it I stick my thumb into her asshole and she jumps, but then she leans back into it, as if she likes it.
"That's right, you're my dirty little girl," I tell her, pounding her pussy with my cock while I spank her ass. "You want my cock in your ass. And you want me to fuck your pussy raw, so you can feel my cum shooting inside you."
Just then I do start to come, and she does as well.
"I'm coming with you, Liz," I grunt, grabbing her ass and pulling her towards me so that I'm stuffing her pussy with my cock as much as possible.
"Oh, my God," she says, collapsing onto the tile floor. "I'm so exhausted."
"Me too," I tell her, joining her and sneaking my arm under her head.
She buries her face into my bicep.
"That was amazing," she says. "I like it in the office, but I love it here where we're free to be as loud and crazy as we want to be."
"Do you love it enough to write about it in your diary?" I ask her, taking out the crinkled-up piece of paper from my pocket.
"I want Dr. Monroe to tie me up and take me from behind…" I begin reading, and she grabs it out of my hand.
"Stop it!" she says. "It's embarrassing."
"Oh, it is not," I tell her. "It's amazingly hot. You should write erotica."
"Yeah, well you should narrate it, since you're so good at speaking into your recorder during our little office exam sessions."
We both laugh, but I don't think it's a bad idea.
"I really did like being able to scream your name nice and loud," she says. "And not having to worry about anyone interrupting us. Although sometimes that's half the fun— as long as it's not my mom."
"We'll still do that," I tell her. "And this too. I think this fake engagement is going to work very well."
"Me too," she says. "Except, I just remembered…"
"Yes?" I ask her, looking into her mischievously sparkling eyes.
"I have no way to get to my job tomorrow, or to class for that matter."
"No problem," I tell her, glad she's asking for my help for once. "I have an extra Maserati you can use."
"Seriously?" she asks, raising an eyebrow at me.
"You know I don't lie about something as important as a Maserati."
"Only about something as important as an engagement, huh?"
"Very funny," I tell her, reaching down to squeeze her on her perfect, curvy ass.
It was a funny joke though. And it shows me she's having similar feelings about this fake engagement as I am. I think she wants it to be real. And I do too, although I'm not going to risk rejection by telling her that.
It would be a crazy idea. She would laugh me out of her temporary apartment. And I want to spend the night with her and fuck her all over again in the morning.
So, I just sigh and run my fingers
through her hair and say, "You really are quite the catch, my little Liz."
Fake engagement or not, I'm glad I caught her by whatever method I could.
Chapter 29 – Elizabeth Jane
As soon as I pull up into the parking lot, Diana, who was walking into Messer Hall for our class, hightails it over to me.
"Woah, woah, woah, Elizabeth Jane," she says, whistling. "Where'd you get this nice car?"
"It's Liz now," I tell her, smiling.
"Huh?"
"I go by Liz. Not Elizabeth Jane. Not Elizabeth. Just Liz."
"Nice," she says. "Liz, huh? I like it. It suits you. Well, at least it does now, anyway. So, what's the story with this car? You go from always needing your mom to drop you off and pick you up, to… a Maserati?"
"Yeah, a lot has changed," I tell her. "What do you think about writing erotica?"
"Huh?" she asks again.
I can tell I'm confusing her more than ever, but the grin on her face lets me know she likes it.
"You've read my diary entries and written some of your own about Dr. Calvert," I tell her. "So why don't we join forces and write erotica? Maybe other people will like it. Maybe we can make a little extra dough."
"Sounds like a good plan," she says, nodding her head. "I'm impressed that you came up with it. And I'll gladly participate. A lot of things have changed for me too."
"That's great," I tell her. "And actually, I'm not the one who came up with it. But that's one of the things that's changed for me."
My cell phone vibrates, and I look down to see the number who's calling.
Oh, my God.
My stomach immediately twists into knots and my heartbeat races.
"I have to take this phone call," I tell her, her face falling because I know she wanted the scoop.
"It's important," I continue. "But we'll catch up soon. I promise."
"Okay, Liz," she says, the smile returning to her face. "I'll see you— and yummy Dr. Calvert— in class."
She skips off, her short skirt blowing up in the wind and nearly revealing her ass cheeks that were already poking out from underneath. There's something different about her, too. Her step is lighter, bouncier. She seems happier.
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