The Doctor's Fake Marriage: A Single Dad & Virgin Romance

by Amy Brent

  He nodded, but he was as pale as a ghost. “Yeah, sure. Got it.”

  “Can I trust you?”

  “Yes, Deacon,” he said. “You can trust me. Always.”

  “Good boy,” I said, patting him on the shoulder.

  As he turned and left, I knew it would be hard for Neil to stay quiet. He'd undoubtedly want to tell some of the Brohters I was there – the ones he perhaps mistakenly believed remained loyal to me. But I couldn't afford for him to breathe a word. I was left to hope and pray that he would remain quiet about my presence there.

  “Attention everyone,” Antonelli intoned, his voice raised to be heard above the crowd as he clinked his glass. “My daughter, the beautiful Emelia, might be under the weather this evening, but I know she appreciates each and every one of you for attending tonight. So, thank you one and all for being here.”

  Yeah, I'm sure she really appreciates everybody being there on such a joyous occasion, I thought to myself. Given the old man's announcement I had to wonder if that meant she wasn't planning on coming down at all. If that were the case, slipping upstairs and finding her room could be a piece of cake.

  I'd just started to get my hopes up for a quick, quiet exit, when the old man answered my question.

  “My beautiful daughter will be making an appearance shortly,” he said, “but for now, the appetizers should be coming out shortly, so please, help yourself.”

  Appetizers. A bolt of adrenaline shot through me as I realized that was on me – the food was my responsibility. As the crowd turned toward the buffet table, I quickly turned away, rushing off to the kitchen with my head down. I didn't hear any raised voices or anybody calling my name, so I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that nobody had seen me.

  “Where are the appetizers?” the woman – looking even angrier than before – demanded the moment I stepped into the kitchen.

  I had to admit, I wanted to punch her in her fucking face right then and there and be done with her. Ordinarily, I would never let anybody talk to me like that. But this wasn't an ordinary situation and I had to just eat shit and feign a smile.

  “They should have gone out before the pasta, you idiot,” she railed at me. “You have one job, moron. Seriously, one fucking job. And you can't even seem to get that right. Where are the others?”

  That was a question I couldn't answer, so I just shrugged, content to let her figure it out on her own.

  “Can't speak? Cat got your tongue?” she asked, her eyes growing even narrower, her face even more pinched. “My, they really are scraping the bottom of the barrel for decent help over there, aren't they?”

  She picked up her phone and called someone and I heard her asking where the rest of the help was at. I walked back outside and looked over the trays until I found one label “apps.”

  Grabbing it, I turned and looked up at the house, staring at the windows, trying to discern which room might be Emelia's. There was deck on the second floor that I thought could be Emelia's room. Maybe. There was a window that was partially open, and through it, I heard music. As I stared at it, I started to wonder – could that be it? There was a light on inside the room as well, meaning someone was in there. But there was no way to see if it was really her room or not.

  “Hurry up, idiot!” The woman yelled from the kitchen door.

  I resisted the urge to throw the food down and knock her out because I had to keep up the charade. I had to keep this act going until I got to Emelia. But if I had my way, one day, all of these crooked assholes would pay. And pay dearly for how they not only treated me, but for how they treated Emelia as well. And I would have my way. Every single one of these pricks was going to pay a price.

  Emmy, I'm coming for you, I thought to myself as I carried the tray of food inside.

  Deacon

  Scowling, I put the appetizers down on the table and still saw no sign of Emelia. After tossing the food down, I slipped off to the side of the crowd, slowly but surely making my way to the hallway – and out of that room. There was nothing good for me in there. But I had to make my movements look natural and do everything I could to avoid drawing attention to myself.

  But just as I slipped off into the hallway, I ran smack dab into one of Antonelli's men. Because of course, I did. If not for bad luck, I wouldn't have any luck at all.

  “Where the fuck do you think you're going?” he said, his expression one of annoyance.

  “I'm looking for a bathroom,” I said, trying to hide my Irish accent as much as possible. “I gotta take a piss.”

  The man tilted his head to the side, trying to get a good look at my face, but I stared down at the ground, trying to look deferential instead of like I was hiding something.

  “You a Brit or something?” he asked.

  “Yes, sir,” I said, my heart racing and my body tensing – it was entirely possible I was going to have to take this guy out if he didn't buy my act.

  I was hoping this idiot couldn't tell the difference between a British accent and an Irish one. And I had to hope that he wouldn't mention our little encounter to anyone else. I sure was pinning a lot of my plans – not to mention, my life – on hopes and wishes.

  He laughed, shaking his head, and said, “Bathroom is down on the left, boy. But don't let old man Antonelli catch you slacking off down there. He'll have your head.”

  “Yes, sir,” I said again, biting any and all rage I had inside of me. “I'll get right back to work when I'm done.”

  I hated being treated like a servant, like a piece of trash beneath even Antonelli's hired thugs. I could tolerate a lot of things in life, but disrespect was not one of them. But I had to check myself, suck it all down, and deal with it. For now. Because there was a bigger picture at stake – Emelia's life. And I couldn't risk letting my pride get in the way of saving Emmy.

  The man walked away, not even bothering to look back at me. I was just another lowly working stiff not even worthy of his contempt, apparently. I walked slowly down the hallway toward the bathroom, and started to step inside. But then looked back behind me to see if the guard was still down there. But the hallway was empty now.

  A little further down the hall was a staircase that led upstairs. I had a good feeling that Emmy's bedroom was up there. And I was thinking that it was probably the one with the lights on and the music playing loudly inside. Sounded like something she'd do – turn her music up loud enough to block out the sounds of everyone else downstairs. She was a defiant one, that was for certain, and was one of the biggest things that I admired about her. I loved her spirit and her spunk.

  I kept my eyes peeled for more guards and slipped up the stairs as fast as I could, my hand on my gun just in case I ran into somebody watching the top. But as I stepped onto the second floor landing and looked around, I was relieved to find that it was empty. Everyone was apparently, downstairs. Thankfully so.

  I slipped down the hallway toward the sound of music that was echoing around the corridor. It was a beautiful song, but not one I recognized. As I reached the doorway, I had footsteps – and voices – coming from the staircase behind me. Glancing around, I saw that there was another bathroom just down the hall from the room. Rushing to the open door, I quickly slipped inside and closed it enough that I could still see out through the crack. I just prayed they weren't coming upstairs to use the bathroom because the downstairs bathroom was occupied. That could be disastrous.

  My jaw tightened and my eyes narrowed almost reflexively when I saw that it was old man Antonelli in the hallway. He was talking, softly, to someone. I couldn't make out who it was though. But then he knocked on the door loud enough to be heard over the music coming from inside.

  “Emelia?” he called out. “Are you getting dressed?”

  No answer from inside the room. But at least I knew I was at the right door, I just needed them to leave so I could get inside, grab Emelia, and get the hell out of there.

  “You better get your dress on,” Antonelli said. “Everyone is waiting for you
. It's very poor form to keep them waiting much longer.”

  Again, no answer from inside the room – just the music.

  “She'll come down eventually,” Antonelli said to whoever it was.

  “You sure about that?” the voice asked.

  It was the Italian woman from the kitchen who'd been barking orders at me earlier. The fact that Antonelli was talking to her like he was made me think that maybe she was more than just a party planner. But I had no idea who she was or what her part in this whole fiasco was.

  “Even if she doesn't, the party will go on without her,” he said. “One way or another, the engagement will be announced along with the wedding date. If she chooses to not be part of the announcement party, so be it. It's not like she is going to have much of a choice when it comes to attending the wedding.”

  I closed my eyes and felt my jaw clench tight as I listened to them talking about marrying my girl off to some scumbag. A scumbag I knew she wanted no part of. But I focused on the big picture, kepe my cool, and remained hidden, silently reminding myself to say calm and in control. I was this close to getting her out of there. We were that close to having the freedom to build our life together. All I needed was for the two assholes in the hallway to leave.

  Their sudden silence made me open my eyes and look out into the hallway. They were gone. No footsteps, no more voices. Nothing but the beautiful music coming from Emelia's room. I opened the bathroom door and carefully looked up and down the hallway before stepping out of my hiding spot. I gingerly moved back down the hall and when I stood in front of her door, I knocked quietly. At first, I wasn't sure if she heard me, so I knocked again – a little louder the second time.

  “Go away. I'm not coming down,” her voice called out. “Leave me the hell alone.”

  As quietly as I could muster and still be heard, I said, “Emmy, it's me. Deacon – ”

  I wasn't even finished with my sentence before the door flew inward and Emelia pulled me into her room, slamming the door behind us and kissing me like I had never been kissed before. It was a little breathtaking and dizzying, but it felt so good. So right. And I wanted that moment to last forever.

  But it couldn't. We needed to get out of there. But I contented myself with the knowledge that we would have a lifetime together to make even more moments just like that. I broke our kiss and holding onto her arms, took a step back and smiled at her. Damn, it was good to see her.

  “You stupid, stupid man – ” she said, but she was smiling.

  “What a nice way to greet the man you love,” I teased. “Especially after he risked his life to save you.”

  “Deacon, God, I'm so happy to see you, but you were so stupid to come tonight. Of all nights!” she said. “Did you see who's down there? We've got a house full of people who want to kill you. You do realize that, don't you?”

  “I did. I know. Trust me. Got a good look at all of 'em, Emmy,” I said. “But there was no way in hell I was going to let you spend one more night here. There was no way in hell I wasn't coming for you. You had to know that.”

  “You couldn't spend one more night away from me, you mean,” she grinned. “It's okay to admit it.”

  “That too,” I said.

  “So what's the plan now?” she asked, running a hand down the front of my body, the expression on her face one of awe, like she couldn't believe I was actually standing there in front of her. “We can't really walk out there together, not like this. If anybody sees you, they're going to cut your head off, Deacon.”

  “I hadn't really thought through all of that just yet. I figured we'd jump off that bridge when we got to it,” I said. “But, now that we're here, you have any brilliant ideas?”

  Emelia nodded, but bit her lip. “It's risky and we'll have to be patient, but I think it might be better to wait until the party is over. My father will be drunk – so will many of his men – and we might actually be able to sneak past the guards.”

  I looked to the patio door, but Emelia read my mind.

  “All sealed up, I'm afraid,” she said. “We're locked in.”

  “Sealed up?” I asked, not sure if I heard her right.

  “Yep. I'm a prisoner in my own home. Charming, don't you think?” She was still holding onto me, and in that moment, she turned and smiled, placing her head on my chest. “I'm so glad you're here, Deacon. I was afraid – ”

  “I'm going to get you out of this,” I said. “Don't worry.”

  “I know you will,” she smiled softly. “I never doubted it for a moment.”

  My heart raced as I looked into her eyes. This girl – she was quickly becoming my everything. Losing my brothers – or most of them at least – would have torn me apart before. I would have been lost. Adrift. Completely rudderless. But now, with Emelia in my life, things were different. For the first time in my life, I could see myself in a world without my brothers. Without the life. I could actually see myself running away, starting fresh, and getting out of this life altogether.

  “Where do you want to go, Emmy?” I asked softly. “When we're out of here, I mean? The worlds is open to us, so where do you want to go?”

  She looked up at me again and a smile spread across that beautiful face. “Argentina,” she said firmly. “I hear Buenos Aires is a gorgeous city, and we could totally get lost in the crowds there.”

  “Sounds wonderful,” I whispered. “Anywhere you want to go, sweetie. Just say the word and I will whisk you away. I would be happy anywhere, so long as I'm with you. ”

  Emelia stood on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on my lips. As she did so, her hands worked at the buttons of my pants.

  “Hey there – ” I said, my voice nervous as I glanced toward the door.

  “It's locked,” she said. “From the inside. Dead bolt at the top. No one is getting in without my permission.”

  “But what if your father comes back up?” I asked. “If your other door is sealed shut, how am I supposed to get out?”

  She shrugged. “Well then, I guess we'll have to be quiet,” she said. “Besides, don't you like living life on the edge?”

  She shot me a mischievous grin, and I couldn't deny the idea of making love to her in her own house – with her father downstairs, no less – wasn't an incredible turn-on.

  She had deftly removed my pants and they slid down to the floor, pooling around my ankles.

  “Besides, we have a few hours to burn, why not make the most of it?” she teased.

  I smiled wide. She obviously enjoyed this little bit of danger as much as I did. I think for her, the whole idea of having sex with her father's enemy in her home, while her so-called engagement party went on downstairs, was just too hot and too tempting to pass up.

  Emelia dropped to her knees while looking up at me, a salacious little smile on her lips. Her dark hair contrasted with her pale features so beautifully that it nearly took my breath away. And when she took my cock between her lips, my knees literally went weak. My breath caught in my throat and I had to make a concerted effort to not let my legs buckle right there in front of her.

  “You drive me absolutely crazy, you know that?” I said.

  But she couldn't respond. Not with her mouth filled up with my cock and all. She moved up and down on my shaft, licking and sucking me like I was a lollipop, all while looking up at me with the sexiest look in her eyes. I groaned as the sensations from her working on me with her mouth and her hands at the same time made my skin feel like it was on fire.

  I ran my hands through her long hair, but resisted pushing her mouth further down on me. She was doing a hell of a job of sucking me off as it was, and I didn't want to shoot my load that quickly. Not even if the idea of coming in her mouth and all over her face turned me on so fucking bad – which it did. Very much so, in fact. But I wanted to enjoy her. Every last bit of her.

  Emelia's hand moved up and down my cock along with her mouth, while she used the other to play with my balls.

  “Fuck,” I said, squeezing my eyes sh
ut and enjoying the sensation.

  I was enjoying having my cock in her mouth a bit too much, because I felt myself coming ever so close to orgasm and needed her to stop. I didn't want her to stop, but I needed her to.

  “Stop, Emelia. I'm going to come...”

  “Then come for me, baby,” she said, taking my cock out of her mouth long enough to speak. “Let me taste your cum.”

  “But I want to – ”

  She smiled, tightened her grip on my cock, and went back to sucking me.

  “I want to – ”

  I couldn't form a coherent sentence, not with her mouth on my dick and her hand on my balls. I was seriously going to lose control while she sucked and jerked me, and I didn't like to lose control. As much as I wanted to shoot my seed down her tiny little throat, I needed to be inside of her. I needed to make her come too. Not just wanted. Needed.

  So I lifted her up, forcing her to pull those sweet lips from my erection, and pushed her down on the bed. She smiled, staring up at me with such need. I quickly removed her clothes so she was lying naked before me, as sexy as ever against her burgundy velvet bedding.

  She was so beautiful.

  And I needed to fuck her.

  I was going to fuck her.

  EMELIA

  Deacon's cock was wet with my saliva, and soon, it was going to be wet with my juices. I pulled him down on top of me, his shirt still on, and wrapped my legs tightly around his waist. With one hand, I grabbed his stiff dick and guided him toward my opening, suddenly desperate in my need to feel him filling me up. But Deacon hesitated, just pressing against me without entering. He smiled down at me, a playful look in his eyes.

  I thrust my hips upward, “Please, Deacon. Please,” I begged. “I need to feel you in me.”

  My pussy was aching with need. I missed feeling his cock inside of me so fucking much and needed him to fill me up. I needed every inch of him inside of me like I needed air or water to live. Deacon held my face in his hand, forcing me to look into his beautiful blue eyes. He gave me a small, slow grin as he thrust hard with his hips and buried himself deep inside me, drawing a gasp of surprise, mixed with a touch of pain and one hell of a lot of pleasure, from my lips.